[To be honest, Sheryl's feeling okay. Mostly okay. There's been a mild fever, some chills at night, some cold sweats and a little throbbing in her forehead, but nothing she can't deal with. She's Sheryl Nome; a little cold won't beat her.
It's more that it just reminds her of something else. These symptoms, minor as they are, had been the first things that she'd felt of the terminal stage of the previously dormant V-Type infection. She knows it isn't the case, of course. She's been cured! What's more, everyone else is just as sick as she is-- or sicker-- so it's obviously not a relapse or a recurrence or whatever you call it.
There's just that niggling concern, that faint worried whisper in the back of her mind: What if it is? What if everyone else has this one sickness, and she has the thing that almost killed her?
It's silly, of course. Stupid to worry about. But she's worrying about it anyway, which is why she's not socializing with everyone else as much as she might, otherwise.
It doesn't stop her from putting a warm smile when she opens the door.] Well, isn't that sweet of you! [She says graciously to the girl, her mouth quirking up in a slightly teasing smile. She recognizes that hair.]
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It's more that it just reminds her of something else. These symptoms, minor as they are, had been the first things that she'd felt of the terminal stage of the previously dormant V-Type infection. She knows it isn't the case, of course. She's been cured! What's more, everyone else is just as sick as she is-- or sicker-- so it's obviously not a relapse or a recurrence or whatever you call it.
There's just that niggling concern, that faint worried whisper in the back of her mind: What if it is? What if everyone else has this one sickness, and she has the thing that almost killed her?
It's silly, of course. Stupid to worry about. But she's worrying about it anyway, which is why she's not socializing with everyone else as much as she might, otherwise.
It doesn't stop her from putting a warm smile when she opens the door.] Well, isn't that sweet of you! [She says graciously to the girl, her mouth quirking up in a slightly teasing smile. She recognizes that hair.]
Didn't you tell me your name was "Noir"?