3. [VIDEO] Good at paranoia, not diagnosis

[no_fastolfe]

[Vasilia's bundled up in a robe; her face is waxy-pale with heat-reddened cheeks; she's reached the point where she's stopped sweating. She is having obvious difficulty breathing]

This is becoming intolerable.

For the last three days I have said nothing, assuming that the basic decency of our captors would see this rectified. I have no more patience!

Why does nobody else noticed the increased gravitational pull? Why hasn't this been corrected? Are the life support systems malfunctioning? It would explain how inhumanely cold it is. The food's quality is steeply declining day by day; it offers neither savor (which I hardly expect!) or the nutritional content to provide basic energy. This is-

[She breaks off into a wet cough, diving offscreen to muffle it in something that she can burn later. Phlegm. Disgusting.]

How can I fail to mention the quality of the air! Some large molecular contaminant-- pollution from poorly maintained equipment, I can only assume-- is making breathing more and more of a labor. I could tolerate it, perhaps, if these beds could provide restful sleep, but they do not!

The rest of you may ignore this campaign to weaken and exhaust the inmates of the vessel, but I demand better treatment.

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[no_fastolfe]

"I appreciate your experience," Vasilia said, a bit surprised at how greatly she did-- it would be better that nothing was assumed, that her similarities were not taken for granted. Even she could accept that the Barge must imprint the need for individual care.

She wet her parched lips with an equally parched, strangely coated tongue. "I do not think that I will vomit, but I will not be able to walk very quickly. My apologies. There is still muscular pain. Is that normal?"

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[toldastory]

"Of course, it's one of the reasons that I'm here." Martha gave her another pat on the arm for a moment, and then she looked at the woman again, trying to see if there was anything else she should do.

"I have a stretcher. If you're feeling dizzy or in pain, it would probably serve you better to go on that then walk. I don't want you to fall or hurt yourself in some way." Sometimes having a wizard for a husband was a very good thing; it meant that you could get him to enchant you things like stretchers so they hovered and only needed guidance.

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[no_fastolfe]

"My balance is ... impaired," Vasilia had to admit. "It started this morning; I have had trouble standing for long periods of time."

She was beginning to feel less lightheaded; whether it was the fluids being introduced to her body or simply the relief that the pain would not be interminable and that there was a cure for her distress, she could not say with any certainty.

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[toldastory]

"It's the fever." Martha said quickly, and then she pulled out the rolled stretcher. There was a snap of wrist, and it hovered a foot above the floor, with several straps hanging off of it.

"They're not there for restraints, not in the common way, anyway. They won't lock, they're just so you don't fall off. I've fallen off one of these before, and it wasn't very pretty."

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[no_fastolfe]

Vasilia would ask about the silent impellers-- or perhaps anti-grav? At a better time. She was more concerned, as the Doctor anticipated, with the straps. She reached out with a gloved hand that was not as steady as she would have liked, examining the fastening mechanism and satisfying herself that it would not lock her in.

"Shall I lay down?"

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[toldastory]

"Yep. I'll cover you over and buckle you in, and then I'll run you down over here. It's as simple as that." Martha smiled at her, because she didn't mean any harm by it, because it was standard, and because she wanted to get Vasilia treated as quickly as possible.

After a moment, she pulled out a surgical mask in a sterile wrapping and handed it to the woman. "Here, so we don't pick up anything else on the way."

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[no_fastolfe]

Vasilia unwrapped the mask and fitted it over her face, swinging her legs heavily out of bed, sensitive that she must not disturb the tubing in her arm. Very gingerly, she laid down atop the stretcher, shutting her eyes and taking as deep a breath as she could.

"I am rather tired. Do you need me to be awake?"

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[toldastory]

Martha kept her hands out to support Vasilia, in case she needed it. After the woman laid down, a blanket from the bag was put over her, and then Martha buckled her into it. "Nope, sleeping is the best thing you can do. When we get to the infirmary, we can put you on oxygen if it'll help you breathe better."

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[no_fastolfe]

"So long as I am someplace clean." Her eyes were getting heavy, and even her native paranoia was not enough to move her to try to stay awake any longer. "Pardon me, Doctor," she mumbled, relaxing into sleep.

[OOC: Fade them off? Once she's being treated she'll start to recover without much of an issue. We can email about what she'll be taking to bolster her immune system once she's better or just handwave magic future-medicine pills]