|Reviews for Cure for the Common Cold|
| Gotham Siren chapter 1 . 10/8/2012
Yep. That's it, the world is ending as we know it. Perhaps it's the sign of Revolution... Huh. I call Sebby! *glomps him*
Vince is very hardheaded. I'm surprised Orwell didn't tie him to his bed and make sure that he stayed there.
And no, admitting to be sick shouldn't take that long. Vince!
Wonderful work. Finally, going onto the last story!
| wtchcool chapter 1 . 10/7/2012
Yay, new story!
Oh. Either a sign of the apocalypse or he's up to something. I'm betting the latter, though I haven't worked out what it is.
Okay, sneezing you could maybe understand. But his headache is so bad that he's taking six Tylenol at once, but he doesn't think anything of it? That's it. No more letting the Cape out at night without a helmet. He's had way too many concussions.
So he drinks out of the coffeepot and from the OJ carton. Do you think maybe he's trying to give his house guest there a message? Like, maybe 'you've overstayed your welcome, you were only supposed to crash here for one night, remember?'
Poor Vince. Good to see his friends are there to take care of him. :)
Sweet little fic. Didn't spot any quibbles.