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She'd realized it was time to go when the sweating had started. Mainly because it had been preceeded by a bought of really bad shivering.

Not to mention the fact that her back was killing her.

And that she was suddenly teary-eyed.

Plus, she could practically taste the elixir, and that was the best sign of all.

"Is someone here?" Her voice sounded small, even to her.

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"'S only fair. After all, I doan wanna hurt no one while I'm here. I feel shitty. But not too bad jes' yet."

She attempts to get comfortable. Which has limited success.

Guppy nods.

"Okay, well I don't need to go back to Holby unless I get paged, and if that happens I'll make sure I find someone to cover in this case. So you can keep me posted as necessary."

He passes her an extra pillow and goes to get her some paracetamol.

"This will help get the fever down. Any changes in your medical history that I should know about since we last talked?"

She smiles at him, though it's not quite genuine. "Merci, Doctor. Nope. Hale 'n' hardy. 'Cept f'r, yano, bein' here. Which, are y' keepin' me, or non?"

"For the moment, yes, I would like to keep you in here, assuming that's okay with you. If later you become too violent for me to handle I will have to ask Security to escort you to the cells until that stage has passed, okay?"

She nods. "Oui, dat's fine. Woulja min' takin' a couple notes t' de Bar f'r me, den? I doan wan' people t' worry."

That's what she'd forgotten. Ah well, she could blame it on being distracted.

"Sure I can." He says with a gentle smile. He fumbles for some paper and passes it to her. "Or you can give them to our infirmary waitrat."

Nod nod nod. "Thanks again, Guppy."

She takes the paper and pen, and concentrates for a minute. Her shaking seems to have calmed down a bit, and the notes come out nearly legible. There's three of them, each folded in half and labeled.

The writing utensils are handed back, along with a rosary made of a white, unfinished wood. "Woulja put dis somewhere I c'n see it but not get t' it?"

Because even her religious symbols could double as weapons.

Guppy nods, putting the notes in his pocket and thinking.

"If I climb up here and sort of balance it on top of this cupboard, will that do?"

"Oui. Sorry t' put y' t' so much trouble."

She looks somewhat sheepish.

A reassuring smile.

"Bella, it's okay. It's my job, and besides, you're a friend."

He clambors up onto the side, putting the necklace up as high as he can. Then gets down carefully, just a flinch of discomfort in his features as he does. Guppy isn't keen on heights, even just standing on a high counter.

She notices, but doesn't say anything. "Y' de only doc here?"

A small smile. "No, thank goodness. There's some flow but there's, to my knowledge, at least four doctors and a couple of healers operating here at the moment. Some come, some go, just as any other patrons. I'm not in charge either, just quite easy to find."

"Dat's good. Doan wancha t' work y'self t' death."

The bed wasn't as bad after a couple minutes of laying on it. "Feels weird, shoudla come here mo' often when I was healthy. 'S hard enough gettin' used t' wakin' up in strange places under de best circumstances."

He smiles. "I try not to. Double shifts can be murder though."

Leaning on the edge of the bed. "I'll be here, or nearby. If I'm not in here or the office, I've probably just nipped out to get food or go to the bathroom, in which case you can page me on this button, and I'll come back, okay?"

Belle nods. "Thanks. I'll try not t' have y' runnin' 'round too much."

She sneezes, and looks annoyed. "Ugh. I already can't wait 'til dis is over."

He passes her a box of tissues.

"Hey, you call me as much as you need, all right?"

Giving her hand a small squeeze. "Try and get some rest, I'll be in the office if you need me."

She gratefully took the box. "Merci, Doctor."

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