~ thirty-eighth fairy tale

[too_fairytale]

[Lunar Festival? What Lunar Festival? What world boss rising out of the duck pond? Amy's laid up in bed, feeling ill and cranky and faintly miserable. Today is apparently a day she gets to suffer through the phantom effects of her real body's pregnancy back home. Either that, or she's got food poisoning]

Heeeeeey, castle. Do you have a good remedy for an upset stomach? Rory knows his stuff, but it's only Earth medicine, and I am really open to alternatives right now.

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[too_fairytale]

The queasy, nauseous kind.

[atadiscoverer]

You know what's causing it? Ate any odd foods?

[Carson's sounding concerned. We Scots have to look out for one another, aye?]

[too_fairytale]

[Aye. But... this is a really weird situation... and not one she really wants out for everyone to see]

Um--are you an actual medical doctor? I'm not trying to be insulting, it's just--I don't think the Doctor is.

[atadiscoverer]

Aye, I am. Dr. Carson Beckett. Surgeon and General Practitioneering. No offense taken, love.

[too_fairytale]

[she'll just be filtering this from here on out, then]

[Carson]

Okay. To answer your question... the short answer is, I think it's morning sickness.

[atadiscoverer]

[And Carson responds using the filter]

Morning sickness? You taken a test?

[Filter forever]

[too_fairytale]

No, I--I know I'm pregnant. I'm just not pregnant here. ...I bet that doesn't make any sense.

Indeed!

[atadiscoverer]

It makes sense when you consider where we are, aye.

Think it could be a loss?

[too_fairytale]

[she sighs. This is obviously difficult for her to explain, much less live with]

It's not a loss. It's because of the--the link. I'm not in my real body right now. My consciousness is linked to this one, and River--do you know River?--she said I'll sometimes get an echo of what my real body is going through because of that.

[atadiscoverer]

No, I don't think I've met River...

...so, the body your in right now isn't your own... Aye, that makes sense.

[He pauses a while, thinking] It also means that there's probably not a lot anyone can do.

[He's awfully accepting of all this crazy talk]

[too_fairytale]

[well, when you've been in Paradisa for any length of time...]

Ugh, don't say that.

[atadiscoverer]

Sorry.

[A pause]

I can come and see if it's anything other than morning sickness?

[too_fairytale]

Like food poisoning?

[Rory could probably do that, but it's so much like morning sickness that, given her situation, they're just assuming that's what it is...]

Do I need to go to the clinic for that?

[atadiscoverer]

It could be anything, knowing this place, but I've got a way to know for certain.

And it's portable, so I can bring it to you, if you want.

[too_fairytale]

That? Would be great.

[Because she really doesn't feel like moving much right now]

[atadiscoverer]

Okay, well, where are you, and when will you be free?

[too_fairytale]

I'm in my room, and I'll be free for as long as this lasts.

[atadiscoverer]

Okay. Which room, and I'll be down in a bit.

[too_fairytale]

Two-twelve. Just knock.

[atadiscoverer]

Aye. I'll be there in a wee while.

[It takes about five minutes for Carson to pick up what he needs and head out from the Clinic.]

[nurse_boy]

[up in room 212, Rory is sitting on the edge of the bed with a hand on Amy's forehead. When he hears a knock on the door he gets up and crosses over to it, calling out]

Doctor Beckett? Is that you?

[atadiscoverer]

Aye, it's me.

Is Amy still okay?

[nurse_boy]

[the door opens and there's Rory, looking a bit tired and tense. He ushers Carson in]

Right, good, thanks...

[and motions for him to follow over to the bed, where Amy is curled up on her side in her nightie, looking a bit green around the gills. There's a waste bin at the ready on the side of the bed closest to her]

About as okay as she can be. [he's speaking quietly and his eyes are fixed on her, more tense than they ought to be] No fever and she hasn't vomited in well over fifteen minutes now. I've been... been trying to keep fluids in her.

[reaching out, he gently touches her shoulder]

Amy? Doctor Beckett's here.

[too_fairytale]

[Amy makes a grumbly noise and carefully rolls onto her back]

Hi, Carson.