Tongue Tied (Dr. Sherlock)

[Sasha Adams]

Sasha had woken up that morning feeling less than well. She had dragged herself to her first class, determinedly jotting down notes despite the buzzing in her ears, but the jostling crowds in the hallway between her first and second class had been nearly unbearable. She had needed to run into the bathroom, leaning against the wall to catch her breath. Somehow she hadn't thrown up, although she had been sure that was inevitable. 

Instead of going to her second class she had changed course and headed to the infirmary, where she huddled miserably in one of the chairs in the waiting area. Although she didn't have her older brother's aversion to doctors she also didn't especially enjoy going. After all, this meant she was missing classes, and she hated that. She'd barely been at Hammel; would her teachers think she was irresponsible? How many notes would she have to catch up on? She didn't yet know which other students to ask about missed assignments. 

She wrapped her arms about herself and shivered, knowing full well that even had she gone to class she wouldn't have learned a thing. Her notes from first period were likely completely incoherent. 

She hoped the doctor would be able to reassure her that she would be well soon. 

[Katy Sherlock]

Katy was writing down a few reports, deleting a few words before re-writing the less-stressful synonym. Let's be honest, in a school full of meta-students, it was better to keep teachers calm than informing them that the boy from PE almost broke another one's shin and that girl from god knows was having difficulty with some ability or other.

With a sigh, Katy stood up, took her coffee mug, and exited her infirmary; planning to head to the staff lounge. However, she paused and kept the door propped open with her foot as she spotted a student sitting on one of the chairs. Was she actually using the waiting room? How strange.

Katy slowly took a sip of her coffee whilst watching the student before speaking. At a closer glance, Katy could see that something was very wrong with the student. "Are you really using the waiting room?" She asked with a slight frown, wondering why she didn't just knock before quickly changing the subject. "Nevermind, just come inside." She said, nodding in to the infirmary, more determined to find out what was wrong with the girl than finding out why she didn't knock on a bloody door.

[Sasha Adams]

Sasha sniffled loudly and followed the doctor into the infirmary. 

"Th-th-thag you," She mumbled, embarrassed at how her congestion impeded her speech. While it wasn't her fault she was acutely aware that it was difficult to understand her, and she felt that somehow this meant she wasn't trying hard enough. 

"I don''t feel very well," She explained, as if she might have ended up at the infirmary in perfectly good health. 

[Katy Sherlock]

Katy closed the door after the ill student, not bothered by her appearance or sound. She had heard worse in medical school; seen worse as well. 

The doctor jumped slightly as she turned around and almost bumped into the student. This girl didn't seem to take the initiative very well - first not knocking and now not sitting on the perfectly good bed. Oh well, there are other, more annoying, habits to acquire.

"I don''t feel very well,"

Katy forced back her sarcasm, knowing fully well that it wasn't allowed to be used around students and for good reason. "Clearly you don't. No offense dear, but I've seen people out of the morgue with a better complexion." The woman looked closely at the student's skin, which seemed to be paler than what would normally be assumed. "The living ones, I mean."

Katy pointed to the bed. "Sit down and tell me your name please." She asked as she walked over to her desk, sitting on her spinning chair and pulling out an online medical report. She had to fill one out every time a student came in feeling queasy or hurt so it made sense to create a template for it on a document. 

[Sasha Adams]

Sasha meekly fumbled her way to the bed, perching on the edge with her hands folded in her lap. Despite her nausea she noticed that the school doctor was very pretty (maybe she had makeup tips! Would it be rude to ask a doctor for makeup tips?) and she seemed very nice. Perhaps that last impression was because her powers weren't telepathy and thus she remained ignorant to the older woman's judgmental thoughts. 


"My name is Sasha Adams."


She hoped that her last name was generic enough that the doctor wouldn't realize she was related to Jesse; she knew how her brother was with doctors, and she didn't want his probable poor behavior to reflect on her in this arena. She was willing to be perfectly still for inspections and injections!


 

[Katy Sherlock]

Katy glanced over to Sasha as she sat down on the bed before turning her attention back to her laptop. The screen was badly cracked and one corner had a puncture due to an accident earlier during the day however it still worked - to an extent.

Although she was good with her powers, certain emotions can trigger claw-like bones to burst from her wrists - the victim of which had been her monitor.

"Sasha Adams..." She murmured to herself, pulling up the student's file - primarily to check for serious health issues such as diabetes or cystic fibrosis and what not. "When did you start feeling sick?" Katy asked, pulling up a separate document, poised to record the details of Sasha's sudden illness. 

[Sasha Adams]

"This morning," Sasha replied faintly. She leaned back against the wall, glad that the doctor had insisted that she sit on the bed; even staying upright was beginning to feel like far too much effort. 

"I thought it was just a cold...." 

Colds could be miserable, but they had never made her so nauseous she thought she might throw up. She bleakly wondered how many of her peers she had infected just because she'd insisted on dragging herself to class. 

On the other hand, this was a boarding school. Staying in her room wasn't exactly likely to keep people from catching whatever she had, assuming it was contagious -- which was a safe assumption. 

[Katy Sherlock]

Katy was half-listening to Sasha, the rest of her was concentrating on tapping away on the keyboard with one hand. Her other hand was supporting her chin as she leaned on her elbow. Listing the symptoms, the doctor began to murmur them under her breath.

"Pale. Shivering, possible feverish. Congested." Katy would glance over to Sasha, staring at her in sullen silence for a few moments before turning her head back to the laptop. "Pale, oh wait, I already put that." With another murmur, Katy stood up from her chair and walked to the cabinet; pulling out a thermometer.

Removing its plastic covering, the woman swiveled on her heels and walked back to Sasha, sitting on the bed next to the sick student. She held out the thermometer to Sasha, reaching up with her other hand to feel the girl's forehead. "Put that in your mouth. Do you feel tired and/or nauseous?"

[Sasha Adams]

Sasha obediently opened her mouth, although rather than taking the thermometer from the doctor she leaned forward in order to place her whole mouth over it. Her lips brushed against Dr. Sherlock's hands as she did so; she still wasn't used to taking care with that, and as she was sick even what little conscientiousness she'd developed was overwhelmed by misery. 

She tucked the thermometer under her tongue, moaning piteously. 

[Katy Sherlock]

Katy raised an eyebrow as Sasha took the thermometer into her mouth rather than her hand - the doctor removing her own palm from the student's feverish forehead. She stepped back a bit from the bed, opening her mouth to say something.

However, as she did, Katy suddenly swayed; her legs collapsing beneath her. The feeling of sudden loss of function was similar to that of a faint but through her confused and panicked mind, Katy remembered something from Sasha's record. Tactile Anethesia... Katy didn't look into how in control the student was or how the ability worked, via contact or other method.

"Oh fuck." She muttered as her eyes flickered shut as Sasha's ability finished up its work.

[Sasha Adams]

Sasha watched in distressed confusion as the doctor swayed on her feet before slumping to the floor. That wasn't supposed to happen, was it? 


The thermometer beeped urgently, distracting her from her concern momentarily. She pulled it out and squinted at the number. 101 degrees. 

She whimpered again as she set the thermometer down, hoping she'd be able to remember that number when Doctor Sherlock came to. Had she hit her head? Maybe calling the front office was in order...

She slid down from the bed, stomach gurgling in protest. 

"Doctor Sherlock?" She croaked, reaching out towards the white lab coat and shaking gently. " Are you okay? Please wake up?" 

Her congestion rendered this request somewhat mushy and difficult to understand, but at least the physical touch was universal. 

[Katy Sherlock]

Katy grumbled as she felt something or someone shaking her harshly. The sudden forced sleep made her mind feel thick and groggy - perhaps even a bit emotional. Which isn't good, considering that her bone manipulation centers around emotional triggers.

She growled and swiped blindly at whatever was tugging at her; the doctor's mind still not recovered from Sasha's abilities. "Geroff, alarm's not gone." Although she wasn't suffering from congestion, Katy's voice sounded heavily slurred as though drunk or drugged - her British accent kicking in hard.

A hand went up to her mouth as the meta woman felt a sudden rush of nausea and she rolled onto her knees, pushing herself into a knelt position. "Bugger off Samantha." Katy growled again, assuming in her deluded state that the person bothering her was the biology teacher - who was known for making unplanned visits to Dr Sherlock's domicile. 

[Sasha Adams]

Sasha sat down hard on the floor, hugging her knees to her chest and beginning to sob. This was even worse than being sick at home; at least her mother would have given her tylenol and then called the doctor. But now she had this power, and it had made her put the doctor to sleep!

And oh, she had wanted to come here, but she hadn't realized how hard this would be! Shouldn't there be someone who could just wave their hand and make her better?

Only, there wasn't, and now the only person who could have helped her was asleep.

Her sobs caused her to hiccup, and then a wave of nausea rose over her, and she bent over, vomiting all across the floor of the clinic.

[Katy Sherlock]

Katy began to feel the side-effects of Sasha's ability finally beginning to ebb - her usually rational self coming back into frame. Raising a hand, she rubbed the bridge of her nose with her index finger and thumb. Did I swear at a student? I bloody hop-

Her hand lowered and she frowned as the black-haired Brit recognized some concerning sounds, turning around to look at Sasha just as she vomited.

Katy instantly staggered to her feet, ignoring the dizzy feeling in her head at the sudden movement. She hurried over to Sasha and attempts to grab under the girl's arms, trying to lay her on the bed. "Come on Sasha." She said in a soft-tone unlike her usual voice. Katy ignored the remaining urge to lie down; the student's welfare was more important to her at the moment.

[Sasha Adams]

Sasha allowed herself to be led back to the bed, grimacing at the acidic taste and at the grainy texture against her teeth. She couldn't believe she'd thrown up on the floor; the last time she could remember doing that she was in elementary school. She always made it to the bathroom in time!

She felt helpless, and worse because she'd caused the doctor to pass out.

"I'm s-s-s-sorry," She sobbed, white paper crinkling beneath her as she climbed onto the bed.