➹BEEPER

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"It had better be an emergency."
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I can't keep food down.

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that's not an unusual buddy to a migraine. fluids? any rashes, dizziness, tired spells, stiff neck?

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I just thought everything was associated to the headache. Migraine.

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it could be. but i need to know what everything is to confirm that.

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The screen light is starting to hurt my eyes.

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i'd better take a look at you.

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Okay.

I think this'll be a City first.

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no, i've definitely looked at you before.

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Where do I go?

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how far's the nearest chair?

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I'm in bed.

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then no need to move at all. give me twenty.

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No, wait - you don't have to do a house call, I can move.

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glad you can move. just don't.

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Slightly dramatic. I'll try.

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not dramatic, sedentary. sedentary's not dramatic.

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Challenge accepted.

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[He knocks on her bedroom door before opening it. It might be worth asking why he didn't know at the front door, however. Or just how he actually got in. But for not he'll pretend these questions are of little consequence.]

Hey. How're the dramatics going?

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[Yes, let's pretend that he was let in by a wide-eyed Clary, or a hesitant Jace, because both options are equally amusing. But right now the most important thing, aside from her very important headache, is that she's managed to sprawl herself on the bed in such a fashion that one could consider it dramatic.]

Enter.

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[Except of course he wasn't, and he's sliding the card he used to open the door back into his wallet as he elbows his way into her room and surveys the scene.]

Swooning already? It's worse than I thought.

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[Oh, Chase, you precious onion (full of layers!! makes you cry!!) of a person you; he should know he's always welcome either way, with or without an invitation.

She curls up on her side and draws the comforter up to under her arms for comfort.]

I can't even blame the City for that.

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Hey, never judge too early what you can blame the city for. Though, we're supposed to be in a new era, aren't we? I keep forgetting.

[He crosses over to sit on the side of the bed with her, dropping his bag from off his shoulder onto the floor.]

This is the technical part. [Taking her temperature like a concerned mother, with the back of his hand to her forehead.]

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I can't remember the last time someone took my temperature. [She'll be respectfully quiet about it, though. Or maybe she's feeling that under the weather, that her sense of humour takes a break in favour of sickly sulking.]

Does that actually work, or is it for show?

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It's good for a rough approximation. You're a little warmer than I'd like.

[respect him for avoiding saying she's hot. He moves to gently tilt her chin.]

can you look up at me? Any stiffness in your neck?

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[Sure, she can look up at him; no problem with looking up at him from where she's lying in bet and he's leaning over her, no problem whatsoever because this is very clinical and professional. She also makes no comment about the 'than I'd like' part.]

No stiffness there.