It was night on the ship - or at least as close to night as the ship ever got.
But while most of the crew slept, something
had been released from within the ship. Something invisible, something undetectable, and something very, very dangerous.
If you passed through parts of the City, you might start to feel a little sick...
She grabbed the garbage pail and brought it next to him in case he felt that he needed to use it. Brushing his hair away from his face she asks, "Have you been anywhere unusual? Have you seen anyone who is sick?" Aside from her, of course. She was feeling rather pale, though with her skin tone, it was probably hard for anyone without enhanced vision to notice. She also felt, as Fletcher said, hot and cold at once. She never felt cold. Not like this. This was uncomfortable. Temperature never really made her uncomfortable. And this nausea. She felt as if she had just eaten mortal food, when she knew she hadn't.
Her gut was telling her that she very well might be the first of the two to need that garbage pail.
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Nearby, Jujube whined. Something was wrong with his human, and he didn't like that.
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She scratched behind the dog's ear and lifted him up onto the bed. Not only did Fletcher cherish the little alien dog, but his body heat would help Fletcher warm up.
She shivered and adjusted her cloak before stroking Fletcher's back. "You should rest. Sleep." She had a feeling that wouldn't happen if he felt like her, like she had to get up and go do something.
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She wiped it away from her mouth, instinctually licking it off her hand. It still tasted absolutely normal, which made sense given her physiology. However she was rather confused. She had never thrown up blood before. She shook her head and continued, "We need to get both of us down to medbay."
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"Do we have to?"
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"...'kay," he finally said weakly. "Let's go."
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