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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[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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