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She frowned again, but nodded.

"I guess I'll try to sleep--how long do these stupid storms last? I can go home when it's over, right?" She glanced over his way, eager to get the pleasantries out of the way so that she could snuggle her feet into a nice warm bed.

She groaned again, then let out a frustrated sigh and started for the room. Maybe she could just sleep the next few days into oblivion.

It wasn't too hard finding the bedroom, and once inside, she hurried to the thermostat and turned it way up. It was like she was inside of a fridge or something. Even drafts would've been cold in this dump! With that out of the way, she threw herself onto the bed, climbing under the covers (there weren't enough blankets for her taste, she noted in dismay) and trying her best to warm up and drift off.

It took a lot of tossing and turning, but she did eventually sink into a deep sleep, cuddled up to one of the pillows and snoring lightly.

The girl woke up with a jolt, drenched in sweat. She felt feverish; her head was pounding, and her body felt like it was being weighed down by fifty bags of sand. She tried hard to roll over, her first instinct screaming for her to get a drink, though being entangled in blankets so tightly wasn't helping her already-difficult cause. When the girl finally managed to get onto her side, she began fumbling with one arm, searching for her water. Her eyes were open, but it was like she could barely see. Everything was fuzzy and out of range--she kept missing the night table altogether, as though it had been moved a few feet away. After several more attempts to reach it, she felt too weak to continue trying.

With a frustrated groan, the girl noticed a clock on the wall. She squinted hard, trying to make out the time as she propped herself up on one wobbly elbow to get a better look. That couldn't be right...she stared for a while longer, wondering if the numbers were mixed up...daylight savings? No, even then, it wouldn't be THAT late...wait, that clock didn't look familiar at all!

Like a shock of cold water being dropped over her, she sat up suddenly. Her head pounded harder in response and she felt woozy. She was completely overheated. In a panic, she tried to pull the blankets off, though it was difficult with her slurring motor skills. The blonde managed to dislodge the blanket but not the top sheet, and was too exhausted to keep trying. Her body gave up on her and she slumped into the back of the bed, looking around the room with agonizing slowness, her heart thumping loud and rapidly.

She didn't know where she was. Where was she? This wasn't even home...she was sure of it. Where was her bird? Where was the window? Her duck plushie...

Ugh, she was totally parched, and she felt like she'd caught some terrible cold...it must be a nightmare she was caught in. Yet why wasn't she waking up?

She flinched, looking at the door. Her head was spinning. Who exactly was knocking on the door?

"H-hello?" She asked, too out of it to really think of a more sensible plan in this situation.

"Doctor...?" She found herself repeating quietly, what doctor?

The blonde swallowed hard. She was so thoroughly confused that all of the questions barely mattered anymore. He could get her something to drink, maybe help her...certainly sitting here like this wouldn't help, she felt terribly sick and wanted to be taken care of.

"C-come in?" The girl stammered.

She took notice of the covers and quickly reached for them, pulling them back up around herself and then watching the door with wide eyes.

Her brow furrowed noticeably as he entered. She was about to inquire when he spoke up. Her expression didn't change, though. She had no memory of this. She clung tightly to the blanket, sinking into the bed a little and eying him with a mixture of confusion and mistrust before finally speaking up.

"...I did?" She found herself asking, "I do...I feel sick...do you have any water?"

She felt like she'd die if she didn't have something to drink soon.

The sickly girl grabbed the bottle hastily, not bothering to look at it twice before she downed a huge chunk of it. She finally stopped with a gasp, catching her breath and feeling a wave of refreshment wash over her. The girl took another swig, then wiped her mouth with her sleeve as she handed the rest back to him. She felt a little better now, only a little, and readjusted her blankets some before looking at him. He wasn't as fuzzy as before, so she had to ask:

"A-am I contagious? You're dressed funny, for a doctor."

Many other questions were gathering up. Mainly, where was she? And also, why wasn't she at home, where she last remembered being? She vaguely recalled something...sand? It was bright. But no, that didn't make sense...