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[numbered_doctor]

Remy had been feeling a little off for most the day, but a nap had only coaxed out more symptoms, chest feeling tight, and her breathing short and wheezy. Grumbling to herself, Remy makes her way downstairs, bee-lining straight for the infirmary for asthma meds she needs only once in a blue moon.

Sometime later, she can be found curled on one end of one of the couches and flipping idly though a book and her new inhaler resting on the coffee table in front of her.


Botherable either in the infirmary, or afterwards on the couch. Chances are she's not going to stop for you on her way to the infirmary.

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[ikissdhimbck]

Through the power of millitime, long before the bloody fight in Ellen's world, the night with Tommy, or the Snake Juice incident, Kate catches sight of her friend curled up on the couch from across the room.

In a matter of minutes, she's holding out a mug of hot tea and cradling a package that looks suspiciously like Remy's favorite brand of 'junk food'.

"Hi, sweetheart."

[numbered_doctor]

She hasn't been called anything like "sweetheart" in a few years now, and it's enough to add some confusion to the slow, drowsy blink that ends with her peering up at her friend.

"Hey, Kate."

The fact that she hasn't use any sort of endearment in turn should be telling enough that something's up.

[ikissdhimbck]

"Y'look unwell."

She means that in the nicest way possible.

"Is everythin' all right?"

[numbered_doctor]

"Just my athsma acting up," she assures her. "The meds just leave me feeling a little fuzzy around the edges."

[ikissdhimbck]

"Y'sure? That can be rather serious."

As far as Kate understands it, anyhow.

[lifewithoutrest]

Helen finds her on the couch, reading. She seems decidedly less herself than the last time she saw her. She looks...worn. Her concern can't be helped, whether it's encouraged by the mother in her or the doctor. When she approaches, her tone is gentle. "Not feeling well?"

(I must sleep now because it's way past my bedtime. But should be around tomorrow night to continue. Also, I swear I will be on AIM again one of these days. I've been horrid with social things lately.)

[numbered_doctor]

It takes Remy a moment to recognize Helen, but she offers a friendly smile nonetheless.

"You could say that," she answers. "Just some asthma acting up, but I got meds into me."


(<3)

[lifewithoutrest]

"And they're doing their job?"

[numbered_doctor]

A nod.

"No serious symptoms, I just need some Salbutamol to ease things along every now and then."

[sunbaked_baker]

Tea, Remy. Hot, steaming, fragrant tea.

And a cinnamon roll.

Oh! And a baker, too, offering the food and drink to the doctor curled up on the couch.

"Hey, stranger."

[numbered_doctor]

Remy glances up from her book at the familiar voice, bright smile at the ready.

"Hey yourself. How're you?"

[sunbaked_baker]

Rae holds out the food and drink to her.

"I'm doing all right," she smiles. Ignore the bruises, Remy. They're practically scenery by now. "What about you? You've got a I'm-not-a-hundred-percent vibe about you."

[numbered_doctor]

"The same could be said about you," she mutters, eyeing said bruises as she takes the proffered food and drink. "That said, it's just asthma. The meds make me a little shaky, and I didn't sleep well earlier."

[guppy_sandhu]

"You're wheezing." Guppy comments, from the infirmary office when she comes in. Captain Obvious today, apparently.

[numbered_doctor]

Remy jumps a little, not really expecting to find anyone else in the infirmary.

"Uh, yeah. Sorry, I was just going to go grab some meds."

[guppy_sandhu]

"You okay?" Guppy asks, more gently, spinning off the wheely chair and coming out to join her.

[numbered_doctor]

There's a bit of a grimace at the query.

"Asthma's acting up a bit, not an attack but my chest feels a little tight, and you heard my wheezing."

[simon_doctor]

In the infirmary, she's entirely likely to run across another doctor.

Who doesn't notice her entry, as he's too busy staring at (or through) a piece of paper in his hand.

[numbered_doctor]

Remy doesn't notice she has company either, her focus mostly on the medicine cabinets as she wracks her brain for the access password.

Perhaps the wheezing and swearing under her breath will catch Simon's attention.

[simon_doctor]

Swearing, no; wheezing, yes.

He looks up, and blinks, and starts toward her. "Duibuqi," he says, "can I help you?"

[numbered_doctor]

She jumps at the unexpected noise, turning sharply to face Simon.

"Ah, sorry, I was just looking for the Salbutamol. I just can't remember the access code for the life of me."

[boston_bruiser]

Nepalese winters are cold, those near the Himalayas especially so. So Remy might not recognize the man in bulky winter clothing and thermal facemask under combat gear at first as he steps back, out of the way of Remy's bee-line.

"Whoaaa there, doc. Need some help?"

The accent, however, is unmistakable.

[numbered_doctor]

She eyes him and his getup for a moment before answering.

"Infimary," she tells him. "My asthma's acting up."

[boston_bruiser]

He nods, once, pulling his snow-capped facemask down. "Whatcha need?"

[numbered_doctor]

"An inhaler," she answers again, continuing her journey. "C'mon."