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“100.2,” Himeko said, taking away the thermometer and wiping it down with a small pad of rubbing alcohol. “That’s better than yesterday. I’ll bring you some food later, alright?”
Stelle was sick, and she didn’t like that at all.
Was being sick supposed to feel this cruddy? Maybe, considering anyone she told about how she was feeling seemed sympathetic, but not surprised.
Either way, being sick sucked, 0/10 would not recommend.
But there wasn’t much Stelle could actually do about this whole being sick thing aside from rest, take her medicine, and stay hydrated. It wasn’t something she could beat away with her bat or lance. In fact, beating things up with said bat or lance was not generally advised for those who’s body was currently intent on making her life as miserable as possible.
Aside from the visits from the rest of the crew for food, medicine, or just because, Stelle alternated between sleeping, playing on her phone, or just staring at the ceiling blankly while she wallowed in misery.
At least she’d gotten past the vomiting portion of this sickness. That symptom had honestly been the worst, if Stelle had to rank them. Fever she could deal with, even if it was annoying, and the nausea was managable and would usually pass if she just laid still for a while. But the vomiting? Yeah, no, Stelle could do without the vomiting.
The Stellaron in her chest didn’t seem to be helping matters either, because all it did was make her restless. And according to Mr.Yang, it was exacerbating her fever too. Which was kind of sort of really bad. Because while fevers were intended to denature the structure of the infectious bacteria, if they got too hight it risked harm to the host. At least, that’s what Dan Heng had said when she asked him about it. He really knew a lot.
It was just unfortunate that no one was able to stay for very long, since they didn’t want this sickness to infect everyone. Stelle didn’t blame them for that, but she was supremely bored.
It was rather annoying that the cabin Stelle had been quarantine in lacked any of the character Marchs had, or even Dan Heng in the archives. She’d likely have this as her official room soon, but still.
Sighing, Stelle picked up her phone to bother someone in her contacts. Hmm…one of the Express Crew? Or any of the Stellaron Hunters she happened to have the numbers of? Silver Wolf was attached to her phone, so she’d probably answer, Blade was fun to annoy but he also never used his phone, and Kafka…Well, Kafka would likely be sad to hear Stelle was sick, but she was notoriously unflappable. Not fun to mess with.
Silver Wolf it was, then. Perhaps they could play a few games together too.
That plan was thrown out the window as she felt a wave of nausea hit her, causing her to abandon her phone and curl on her side with a groan
This was going to be a long few days.