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Jan. 3rd, 2014 02:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
In hindsight it had probably been just a matter of time before Tali's shiny new immune system found something it couldn't combat. She'd spent a week hiding in her room, scarcely getting out of bed unless it was to shuffle to the bathroom. Her research lead her to believe that it was most likely a virus, and the only real solution was to wait it out and treat the symptoms.
Tali would have been able to do that if a) she were still in a quarian body and b) had access to the fleet's medical supplies, but alas, she didn't have a clue how to treat human ailments and annoyances like queasy stomachs and fever chills and aching limbs and stuffy noses. Her only experience with sickness was as a quarian, and quarian anatomy was quite different.
So she researched more, and when her fever broke and she felt well enough to drag herself downstairs, she acquired a bowl of chicken soup, a glass of ginger ale, and a sleeve of saltine crackers. With her nose so stuffy, she could barely taste anything but a vague saltiness, though the warmth of the soup did seem to soothe the rawness in her throat, and the ginger ale calmed her stomach. Now if there was only something she could about the irritated glances she kept getting everything she had to cough into a napkin or blow her nose, other than try to look apologetic and pitiable.
"Maybe I should have tried the hot toddy instead," she murmured thoughtfully, using her spoon to poke at a chunk of carrot floating in her soup. "At least then I'd be a little drunk."
[[poor alien girl is sick, feel free to give her advice, pity, or treat her like she's plague-ridden]]