It was nearly a whine. Perhaps not even nearly; Vasilia could hear how pathetic it sounded, and scowled.
"If I must," she said, as if she hadn't protested, and made to sit up; an easy motion that should not have left her head spinning. "--I'm cold, surely I don't have a fever-"
Yet even as she said it the basics of thermal transmission suggested themselves to her. Of course; her skin was burning and nearly anything she touched would leech heat from her at a higher rate. She had only worsened her symptoms, she realized, by wrapping herself in insulating layers-- but she was so achingly cold!
Her eyes widened at the kit. Old technology. "Will there be a needle?"
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Date: 2011-08-14 12:35 am (UTC)It was nearly a whine. Perhaps not even nearly; Vasilia could hear how pathetic it sounded, and scowled.
"If I must," she said, as if she hadn't protested, and made to sit up; an easy motion that should not have left her head spinning. "--I'm cold, surely I don't have a fever-"
Yet even as she said it the basics of thermal transmission suggested themselves to her. Of course; her skin was burning and nearly anything she touched would leech heat from her at a higher rate. She had only worsened her symptoms, she realized, by wrapping herself in insulating layers-- but she was so achingly cold!
Her eyes widened at the kit. Old technology. "Will there be a needle?"