Fevers Aren't Fun.

October coughed into her hands, sitting down in one the chairs. Her face was flushed, and she really didn't look to good. Adelina had discovered earlier that she had a fever, not to mention a stomachache and a slight cold. It was a virus, the sisters were sure of it... and she had gone almost the whole winter without getting terribly sick. Oh, well. The thirteen-year-old hadn't wanted to come to the hospital wing, but, since her older sister wasn't exactly the best when it came to treating illnesses, she had to.

She looked down, waiting patiently for one of the nurses to help her. She only needed medicine, after all, so she could wait.

The young girl looked up when she heard someone walk through the doors. She smiled when she saw Tsim, but was confused when she didn't notice any injuries, and he didn't look ill. Even so, she waved back, even if it wasn't as energetic as she would have pleased. "Hi," she said, her voice quiet and showing immediately that she wasn't well, even though a glance at her would have told anyone that she wasn't healthy. "What are you doing here?"

She then looked at Andrew and groaned when he teased her. "Oh, shut up," she said with another smile, not sounding at all annoyed. "It's not like I tried to get sick."

October smiled and shook her head when Tsim didn't speak. She never expected him to, and would never ask him to, either. She would ask him why he had come there later, maybe, when she had some paper and a pen.

She shook her head at what Andrew said next. She didn't get a chance to reply, though, because she went into a coughing fit. When she looked at her hands, her eyes widened at the sight of blood. This definitely wasn't good. "Get a nurse.... now..." she said, not caring which one of them got a nurse, just as long as one of them did as she had said.

October was grateful that Tsim had gotten a nurse. However, she scowled at what the nurse said next. "Oh, yeah, that was kind," she said sarcastically. "Think you could just get me medicine or whatever else I need? I don't exactly think I should be sitting here if I'm coughing up blood, ya know." Alright, so it was a little mean, but the thirteen-year-old didn't care. She just wanted to feel better, and wanted this nurse to do her job instead of making little comments like that.

The girl slowly got up and took a step, only to almost fall over. She caught herself by grabbing the edge of a nearby desk, though, and coughed up a bit more blood. "Maybe help me walk, too?" she asked the nurse, obviously struggling to talk, and it was hard to breathe at the moment as well.