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The headache left, after that first night. She'd thought it might only be overdoing it with some of the shielding exercises, or perhaps her eyes were telling her to take a study break.
But it came right back like an annoying telemarketer, when she woke, and this time was worse. She felt as if a knife was jabbing through her skull and down her neck. Her stomach also turned rebellious. Pain, vomiting, double vision... It was hard for her to think clearly. Right. Out we go.

She made herself get up and walk downstairs from room 216, hand tight on the railing as she descended. Twice she stopped until her vision cleared. Not now, thanks, we'll pass out later, she thought fuzzily as she made her way toward the Infirmary entrance.
Friendly faces are welcome(or unfriendly for that matter), but be cautious of startling her. She's on edge, too, to say the least.

(eta: ~~mun has to go for about an hour, tags will be hit as soon as we're~~ Back!)

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Muldoon's been jogging out around the lake. Perspiration's dripping down his neck and he's in a reasonably cheerful mood until-

Sooraya almost immeaditely grabs his attention, "...Sooraya?"

It takes a second for her to realize that someone's speaking to her. She bites her lip, and turns toward him. "Muldoon." She manages a thin smile. " 'M not feeling too great," /understatement. of. the. year. "I was going to see if one of the Infirmary doctors is in."

That gets a quick response, "What's wrong?"

He moves forward, features concerned, "...C'mon, if you're feeling like crap you shouldn't be fucking standing."

"I don't know. Just...woke up and felt like someone tried to yank my head off." She winces. "I am." Flatly. Meaning, yes, she does feel like crap.
"And can't see straight."

"Sit down and I'll see if I can find someone." Muldoon's voice is firm, "Let me get you some water first...If you think you can keep it down."

He swallows, "Can you walk all right?"

He might seem a little protective. She's a kid in trouble.

Sitting sounds like genius to her, as she's not at all sure how far she could walk, but she manages the nearest empty table.
"So long as I don't try to run any races..." she rubs at her eyes. "I haven't been drinking. If this is something I did, I don't know what," tense, and edgy.

Sooraya's more used to being the one who looks after people. She won't protest, however.
"...yes please."

When Muldoon reaches the infirmary, he'll find someone just emerging.

Sooraya's put the water down after a sip or two. It's grown hard to think clearly, and not only due to pain; something she doesn't quite realize. She's sitting not that far from the Infirmary, in line of sight for anyone who comes out.

For Disaster, Martini

Mix the following in a blender with ice and a little end-of-the world magic.

1. Curiously ill female.
Symptoms Nausea, Dizzy, general icky feelings.

2. One concerned werewolf who knows next to nothing about the situation or medical supplies. WARNING Do not shake.

Add one excellent medical professional who'll probably say the werewolf's worrying for naught, stir, and serve to six with tiny umbrella straws.

That bit of humor aside, Muldoon immeaditely spots Fawkes and moves over, "...You a doc?"

He does not wait for a negative or positive response to that, "You're needed this way. Quick."

Hey, he'll never say that when the girl's clearly ill. He nods, already looking around for the patient.

"I am. What's the problem?"

Sooraya's there, watching them, as best she can. (mun apologizes for the late tags!) She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself. She can not lose it now.

Muldoon nods brisquely and moves toward Sooraya, "...The kid's sick. Sooraya's right over here."

They go from talking to standing at the booth, Muldoon standing back and looking seriously at Sooraya and the doctor he found.

"Okay." He looks Sooraya over as well as he can, assessing visible symptoms. "What's wrong?"

She hesitates, then nods shortly and puts her veil aside to look him in the eyes, as best she can. "Headache, bad enough that...I was afraid I'd pass out, a minute ago. It started yesterday, let up but then came back worse.
I can't see clearly; double vision, and blurring. Then nausea and dizziness." She touched a spot beside her right eye.

He nods. "Any fever? Stiff neck?"

It sounds like possible meningitis, with what she's told him so far.

"Not fever...neck's painful at times, jabbing pains, but not stiff." She shifts, glancing at Muldoon out of the corner of her left eye. The right? Not moving with the other. Her pupils are dilated, if one looks closely.

He notices the discrepancy with her eyes, and frowns.

"Have you been around anyone with similar symptoms? Or suffered a head injury recently?"

No way to be sure which it is, from just this.

"Um. No, I don't think so? No one who's said, if there was." She winces.
"Um. No," less certainly. Something's
half-remembered, but she can't fix a date on it. Training, and then--

He catches the uncertainty, and looks at her carefully. "Are you sure?"

A longer pause. "No," flatly. "I've been training here, and before that--was on combat duty at home. I remember most times I've been hurt. There's been times I got bruises or fell,recently, but nothing like this." That much, she's sure of. "But Allah...[I? can't think when]." "Hard to think, when the last time was."

"That might be a sign of something amiss all by itself", he points out. "If you're having trouble thinking clearly. I need to run some tests to be sure what's wrong." He nods to the infirmary door. "Can you walk?"

She doesn't seem at all well, really, and he suspects she might not be able to.

Sooraya's stubborn. So, she'll try. She's still dizzy, but she stands, one hand gripping the table's edge.

Kevin stays close, ready to catch her if she looks like falling, and nods to Muldoon to take her other side.

The gesture's appreciated, and she manages a weak smile for them despite everything.

ooc: Move to an Infirmary post? if there are no objections

Here: http://community.livejournal.com/ways_infirmary/61795.html

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