[In person] Stubbornness 0, Illness 1.

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[She'd been ... alarmed and annoyed by the onset of the illness - she'd never BEEN ill before barring some unpleasantness when some brilliant soul had tried to poison her.]

[And as per how she normally handled things physically wrong, she'd ignored it and prepared to wait it out and avoid letting on that anything was off.]

[That was shot a little to Hell when she was en route to the kitchen, attempting to keep a normal routine...]

[And suddenly the world and gravity seemed to decide to no longer point up consistently, but rather spin out like a busted gyroscope, leaving her collapsed in a heap in the hallway near the kitchen, her balance abruptly devoured by vertigo and an attack of weakness.]

[She was still recovering from what, by now, looked like the distant aftermath of a nasty fight with someone with a sword, although to judge by her healing injuries it should've been months ago and not last week...]

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[bloodlicklotti.livejournal.com]

Oi, brat!

[7forsecrets.livejournal.com]

[Brat? Seriously? If only you knew-]

[There's a disoriented attempt to reach out and catch that foot to trip Lotti; sick, incoherent, and uncoordinated, but like Hell she was going to just leave that go right now.]

[bloodlicklotti.livejournal.com]

It appears the brat is awake.

[weatherbraids.livejournal.com]

[Tris is sort of slinking along with one hand on the wall, looking fairly ill herself, but at least she knows her limits and is relatively ambulatory.

...But this woman on the other hand...] Are you just resting there? [Tris is looking Vermouth over and sort of frowning. :(]

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[She makes a half-hearted attempt at ... sitting up right, as a step toward standing, but that fails with a spike of nausea and another vertigo attack.] Of course... hallway's a fine place for a break. [Her voice is thin, wobbly, and that was definitely sarcasm.]

[weatherbraids.livejournal.com]

[Tris is rolling her eyes.] What're your symptoms? [She's going to get a glass of water already, yes, but...]

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[It was more paranoia than pride behind her attitude - she loathed feeling this vulnerable...]

[But it wasn't like she had anything to lose, and somewhere in the scatter, she was pretty sure she could still reach her gun if it came to it-]

Gibberish. [She wasn't exactly a doctor, but she'd had to learn enough.] Same that's been going around - cough, sore throat, stuffed head, fever, weakness... now vertigo... [She left off "confusion" for now; it was waxing clearer, but there was that dangerous sense that her train of thought could scatter at any moment.]

[Still, she was keeping a suspicious eye on Tris...]

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[Tris is putting her hands on her hips and staring down.] Do you mind me touching you to check something?

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[weatherbraids.livejournal.com]

[Tris is going to frown a little at that and just go for the back of your hand, pinching it slightly and watching.] Well you're not horrifically dehydrated, though you do feel warm. [Trust the weather-witch to know temperature. She is going to wander away to hunt down some water and very mild food! And then come back.] If you can hold food down, eat this. If you can't, just the water. [Congratulations, Vermouth, you have acquired one mother hen.]

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[weatherbraids.livejournal.com]

I'll be back again. [Tris is going to haul off to find some ibuprofen or cold medicines that match Vermouth's symptoms closest, come back, and offer them over.] Here. [...and she is going to sit down for a moment nearby, herself. She's not AS bad off... but scurrying around is... igh.]

[11-sies.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor is- for the most part fine- perhaps a little sniffly or something but nothing the Timelord can't handle, nor hasn't handled before.]

[He's been helping out the residents that have been coughing up blood and other that just need more medical attention than some of the others- like this woman.]

[What is the first thing the Doctor does to the poor woman? Pan over her with the sonic screw driver, of course. ...These are some strange readings.]

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[11-sies.livejournal.com]

[He looks at the screwdriver again and then pans it over her again-]

No other life forms living inside you- that's good, I suppose- but I'm getting a rather strange reading from you- other than the obvious- that you're sick and need a bit of medicine-

the thing is- you're old- and I don't mean that in a rude way- I mean it in the nicest way possible-you are very old.

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If we're in a place ... at the whim of someone who can alter reality...

Is a nonsensical illness surprising?

[11-sies.livejournal.com]

Now, now- don't get mad at me for being curious. I once met a human over two thousand- of course- she was only alive thanks to plastic surgery- but you- I don't detect anything suggesting plastic surgery on you.

[he closes the sonic up again and stores it in his pocket]

Obviously- since you look to be about- oh.. I don't know- maybe thirty? You're no doubt lying about your age- don't worry- I won't tell anyone- it's only a lady's business how old they are, after all.

-Oh, I'm the Doctor by the way- probably older than you are- so, no worries.