Chase is finally filled with energy from (gasp!) a good night's sleep. The snowball fight (...and the occasional kiss here and there) certainly took it out of him. So when he's finally rested, he's back at his spot at a table, working on a large book of crosswords the Inn seemed to provide. Hey, he's easily entertained and also easily distracted.
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He's a doctor. He can't help it.
"Not sick sniffles, huh?" JD sits on the coffee table in front of her, examining her first from this distance, a small frown crossing his lips. "You look like you've got the flu."
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Damnable bateria and their infestations.
She pulls the blanket a little tighter, a cold shiver sinking in upon her body, "You're a doctor, yeah?" She's seen many in her lifetime, so she knows the routine.
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He leans forward, feeling her forehead with the back of his hand. Then JD thinks up a thermometer and hands it to her.
"Just hold it under your tongue, okay? Wait till it beeps."
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In fact, when the little thermometer beeps, she gives a small jump, startled by it. And when JD would go to read it? Ah, it'd show a not-so-nice 102.3
"I'm sorry," She mumbles, looking up at JD briefly. She's apologizing for lying, and for the fact that he's bothered with caring for her.
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