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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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[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."

[lifewithoutrest]

She nods, seemingly satisfied by that answer. It eases her concern, at least. "Would you mind terribly if I kept you company for a few hours?"

[numbered_doctor]

She gives a shrug, once again giving an easy smile.

"I don't see why not."

[lifewithoutrest]

"I'm afraid I'm still getting used to this place."

[numbered_doctor]

"There's no shame in that. It's a strange place, and it takes some getting used to."

[lifewithoutrest]

"I'm accustomed to the unusual, but I'll admit, nothing quite like this."

[numbered_doctor]

Eyebrows raise.

"Unusual?"

[lifewithoutrest]

She offers a soft, amused smile. "My patients are a rather unique group of individuals."

[numbered_doctor]

Eyebrows raise.

"The patients I used to treat weren't so much unique so much as their symptoms were. How about yours?"

[lifewithoutrest]

"A little of both, I'm afraid. It certainly makes my job more difficult. But I wouldn't have it differently."

[numbered_doctor]

"Certainly sounds interesting enough."

[lifewithoutrest]

"I've always thought so."