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Guppy is in the infirmary office, on one of the computers, which is currently attempting to install 1170 new updates. He's not entirely sure how.

[ooc: Infirmary post for Rikki]

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Rikki peeks her head through the door, kinda relieved to see Dr. Sandhu there. She'd just as soon see someone she'd actually met before.

She's still wearing her uniform - hadn't bothered changing out - which is kinda messed up right now. Not that she looks like a prize, either. Chris got a couple good shots in there, and her face is already starting to bruise. "Dr. Sandhu?"

Guppy looks around.

"Hey Rikki, you okay?"

He gets up and comes over. "That looks sore."

She has enough self-consciousness to look embarrassed. "Yeah, um. I kinda got knocked out for a little while."

Guppy gets her a chair.

"Happens." he says gently. "What happened? How long were you out for, do you know?"

She sits down gratefully. It's not like she doesn't know how to take a punch, but some punches are more equal than others. "I dunno. Ten minutes, maybe?"

Grimace. "What were you hit with? Ten minutes is quite a while. How are you feeling now?"

He gets a pen torch to shine in her eyes, and sets up some monitoring to check her pulse and blood pressure.

"Uh, a fist? And the ground, mostly."

Ugh, the pen light. Even when it doesn't make her head hurt worse to have someone shining it in her eyes, it's super-annoying.

"And I feel... I dunno. My head hurts, and I feel kinda gross, but I think I remember everything I'm supposed to. Do you do the 'what's the date?' thing here? Cause how would you know the answer was correct?"

"Mm nah, we don't do that one." Guppy says. "Any vomiting? Double vision? And funny feeling in your arms or legs?"

"Maybe a little bit of double-vision when I woke up?"

She does feel kinda nauseous, but to be fair, she's not too sure how much of that is from her head and how much of it is just her stomach still tying itself in knots after she panicked in the middle of a fight.

"My arms and legs are laughter-free."

"Well your observations are okay." Guppy says, taking the blood pressure cuff off and running through some muscle tests with her.

"I'm a little concerned about the head injury, mind if I scan your head?" he holds up the portable scanner. "It doesn't hurt and it's radiation free."

She shrugs. "Yeah, go for it."

He knows what he's doing. Or at least, she really hopes he does.

Don't worry, it only looks like a glue gun.

Guppy carefully runs the scanner over her head, and then checks the screen.

"Nothing major, but you're a bit concussed." he says. "I'd recommend we keep you in for observation overnight."

Great, overnight observation. For the girl who has everything. Rikki shrugs - this is what she came for, and she is kinda tired after... everything. "Do I get a room?"

"We don't have any side rooms in here, only curtains." Guppy says. "But you're the only inpatient, and you're welcome to hang out in the day room when you're not sleeping, it has computer games and stuff."

Rikki sighs. "Yeah, okay. I can work with that." She slips off the chair and throws one arm wide, wincing slightly when she pulls something a little. "I am a queen and this is my castle."

Did that make sense? She might be getting a bit vague-y. "I think I can knock out a few of those hours sleeping now."

Guppy catches the wince.

"Where else are you hurt?" he asks gently.

"Huh?"

Oh. Whoops. "It's cool, just bruises. Also, I think I just appointed you court physician."

Confused blink.

"Of which court?"

"Mine? Court Infirmary?"

Beat.

"Am I not making sense anymore?"

"Oh! Sorry. I'm with you." Sheepish grin.

"You are making sense, I'm just being thick. Do you want me to contact anyone for you?"

"Oh, um."

She shrugs. "I guess Professor X? Um, Charles Xavier."

Guppy nods. "I'll let him know. Are you one of his team?"

"No, we've just talked here and stuff. He's cool."

Should she be bothering him with this? He probably won't mind. She guesses.

"I'll let him know, you get some sleep. If you need anything, there's some waitrats that work in here, they can get you stuff. I'll have to wake you up every couple of hours overnight because of the concussion, sorry."

"Yeah, yeah."

She waves a hand, only slightly grumpy. "Been there, done that, got the t-shirt." After a moment, she switches over to more sincere mode: "Thanks."