~ 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]

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.