TR not really an RP with Jo and Harry
The last time Jo had been ill she'd assumed it wasn't serious and then it turned out it was. Although it had also mysteriously disappeared a few days later, which made her think it had been one of those strange island things. Now, she was just glad it wasn't anything like the body swapping she'd seen.
This time, though, she wasn't taking any chances so she'd gone down to the clinic to get checked out by whichever doctor was on duty there.
When she got there, she didn't recognise the man who was frowning over a thick book and hadn't noticed her arrival. There were still lots of people she hadn't met yet, so she wasn't going to worry about that.
"Hello," she said, or she planned to. What actually happened after she took a breath in was a coughing fit. She had to sit down before she fell down.
At that the man looked up. "Are you all right?"
It seemed a strange thing to say to someone who was too busy coughing to reply, but he also filled a glass of water and put it down in front of her. Once she could breathe again she gave him a grateful smile and took a few sips. "I think I've just got a cold," she said, afterwards, and sniffed, "but I feel terrible."
"Let's get you checked out." He smiled at her. "I'm Dr Sullivan. How long have you felt like this?" He was already rummaging around in cupboards even as he spoke.
"Jo Grant. And just since yesterday." She didn't get a chance to say more because then he put a thermometer in her mouth. She went cross-eyed trying to look at it but couldn't really complain because that was what she'd asked for, after all.
"There is something going round," he said, while he frowned at her file and she wondered just what was in it. When he took the thermometer and looked at it all he said was "Hmm," which she wasn't sure she liked the sound of at all. "Any other symptoms?" he asked.
"Just a blocked up nose, headache, sore throat, tired and dizzy." Those were all the things she was feeling at the moment anyway. "And a cough." Although she supposed he'd worked that last one out for himself.
He nodded. "It's probably just the cold that's going round. Get plenty of rest, drink plenty of water and come back if you don't feel better in a few days."
That was it? He'd barely done anything at all. And she needed to be better tomorrow. "But the masked ball is tomorrow evening."
He raised his eyebrows. "You won't be well enough for that."
Okay so she didn't feel well enough to go to a ball but that didn't mean she didn't want to. "I shall go to the ball," she said and stood up, raising her chin in defiance. Except she got up a bit too quickly and put her hand to her head with a groan and wished the room didn't spin so much.
"Back to bed with you." He put a hand on her shoulder and passed her the glass of water. "You'll only make yourself worse otherwise."
She sighed, but did as he asked because sleeping sounded liked a good idea just at a the moment. She tried not to think about everyone else having a good time tomorrow night, while she lay in bed and felt sorry for herself.
It was only as she left the clinic that she heard a sneeze from behind her and she wondered if the cold extended to the doctors too.
This time, though, she wasn't taking any chances so she'd gone down to the clinic to get checked out by whichever doctor was on duty there.
When she got there, she didn't recognise the man who was frowning over a thick book and hadn't noticed her arrival. There were still lots of people she hadn't met yet, so she wasn't going to worry about that.
"Hello," she said, or she planned to. What actually happened after she took a breath in was a coughing fit. She had to sit down before she fell down.
At that the man looked up. "Are you all right?"
It seemed a strange thing to say to someone who was too busy coughing to reply, but he also filled a glass of water and put it down in front of her. Once she could breathe again she gave him a grateful smile and took a few sips. "I think I've just got a cold," she said, afterwards, and sniffed, "but I feel terrible."
"Let's get you checked out." He smiled at her. "I'm Dr Sullivan. How long have you felt like this?" He was already rummaging around in cupboards even as he spoke.
"Jo Grant. And just since yesterday." She didn't get a chance to say more because then he put a thermometer in her mouth. She went cross-eyed trying to look at it but couldn't really complain because that was what she'd asked for, after all.
"There is something going round," he said, while he frowned at her file and she wondered just what was in it. When he took the thermometer and looked at it all he said was "Hmm," which she wasn't sure she liked the sound of at all. "Any other symptoms?" he asked.
"Just a blocked up nose, headache, sore throat, tired and dizzy." Those were all the things she was feeling at the moment anyway. "And a cough." Although she supposed he'd worked that last one out for himself.
He nodded. "It's probably just the cold that's going round. Get plenty of rest, drink plenty of water and come back if you don't feel better in a few days."
That was it? He'd barely done anything at all. And she needed to be better tomorrow. "But the masked ball is tomorrow evening."
He raised his eyebrows. "You won't be well enough for that."
Okay so she didn't feel well enough to go to a ball but that didn't mean she didn't want to. "I shall go to the ball," she said and stood up, raising her chin in defiance. Except she got up a bit too quickly and put her hand to her head with a groan and wished the room didn't spin so much.
"Back to bed with you." He put a hand on her shoulder and passed her the glass of water. "You'll only make yourself worse otherwise."
She sighed, but did as he asked because sleeping sounded liked a good idea just at a the moment. She tried not to think about everyone else having a good time tomorrow night, while she lay in bed and felt sorry for herself.
It was only as she left the clinic that she heard a sneeze from behind her and she wondered if the cold extended to the doctors too.