[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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 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.]
[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.]
That's good. [He shades her eyes before running the beam of a flashlight pen across her pupils, watching the response.] You're not the only person complaining of headaches today. Seems like there's something going round.
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Hey. How're the dramatics going?
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Swooning already? It's worse than I thought.
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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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[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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Does that actually work, or is it for show?
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[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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No stiffness there.
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