As she rolled in the darkness of her room a short stab of pain shot across her ribs and caused her to cough for what felt like the thirteenth thousand time since coming to bed. Willow fumbled groggily for the time piece by her bedside and groaned at the lateness of the time. 2:39am…she flopped backwards onto the pillows and pushed her hand up her forehead and into her hair feeing a clammy sweat and burning skin under the touch. She shivered despite this, feeling cold. She lay on her back for another few moments taking into the whiteboard of her mind the list of symptoms and then with a sigh that started another coughing fit she slow, clumsily got to her feet.

In the en-suite she looked critically at herself in the mirror and shook her head. Three days and she still hadn’t shaken the symptoms that had come across her. Though in her mind she knew it had to be a result of the stupid fall in the holodeck the ex-physician heal thyself mantra and the limits of a basic medkit didn’t seem to be enough. There was only one thing for it....she would need to go to sickbay. She pulled off the damp pyjamas and pulled some lounge pants and a vest T-shirt on instead. The whole thing left her feeling exhausted, despite this she left her room pausing only to Put her head against Cai’s door and checking she could hear him still playing away at whatever he was doing on his mini PaDD she decided to parent later and headed out the main door into the corridors.

It took a stupidly long time to reach the secondary sickbay and the clammy had turned into a full on sweat by the time she reached the door and caught the attention of the first nurse she could.

“Captain..oh my.” The NE said and put a hand on her to steady the red haired, red faced, woman. Willow waved her away.

“Please…get me a tri-ox hypo and something for a fever please.” She said.

Willow Taylor
CO