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[cadet_amara]

It had started as a simple headache. Well, it was more like a blinding headache where the slightest light had made her cringe but she had decided to ignore that. She didn't have time to be sick. She had gone on with life, focused on reaching her goals and making her deadlines, and somehow completely missed the fever, and the dizzy, oddly disconnected feeling when she stood.

The last thing she remembered was the concerned look on someone's face. They were asking her something but she didn't understand what they were saying, which was odd as she felt that she should. Nor did she recognize any of the people around here, even though she knew she knew them. She had tried to get out of there, feeling an overwhelming urge to flee, and that was when she blacked out, falling into a feverish sleep.

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As a doctor and a friend, he did the only thing he could do. He watched and waited, monitoring her sleep and vitals, and tried desperately not to worry. Some were easier to do than others. On the second night, he slept in the chair beside her bed as nurses came and went.