Room 504, Tuesday Morning

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Ino wasn’t feeling that great today, mostly a low-level blahness that was a precursor to an all-out cold or flu. She was lying flat on her stomach, sprawled out on her bed with a blanket draped over her, reading through her medical notes and wondering why on earth curing basic colds wasn’t one of the first things that was covered.

Seriously, people. She didn’t want to get or be sick. Why wasn’t there any information about it? Geez.

Ino huffed, and reached for her tea. Which had grown cold. Wonderful.

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"I'm not sick," she said petulantly, at the mention of soup.

Ino liked denial. It was shiny.

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"Of course not," he agreed easily.

Liir liked agreeing. It was also shiny.

"But it would help keep you warm."

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Ino contemplated that. He had a point.

"If it's not a big trouble for you?" Though, really, considering who she was talking to...

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He shook his head.

"Chicken, beef, vegetable, or fish base? I've got stock for all of them so it's no difference for me, your preference."

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That was going to get more contemplating. Her brain was slow today, give her a break.

"Chicken?" she said.

...she still wasn't sick though. At least in her opinion.

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He nodded, leaned over to offer a quick hug, and headed out the door. He'd only be gone for a few minutes, really.

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The hug was accepted and she watched him go for a few seconds before resuming her fruitless search.

And her consideration of sending a long letter back home to complain about the lack of cold or flu treatments for the beginning medic.

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He was back a few minutes later with a bowl that he carried as carefully as he could. It wasn't anything much special: chicken stock, some rice noodles, a few vegetables. He brought it over and put it on her dresser.

"Should keep you warm," he said. The bowl was still steaming a little, even.

"I know I hate being cold myself."

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Except that meant she was going to have to get up. Ino was just going to have to take a moment there to figure out how she could bring all her blankets with her, or if that would be utterly ridiculous.

She settled for one blanket, and sat up a bit more. "Cold is evil."

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Once she was up a bit more, he held it out for her.

"It certainly is. Wind is as well."

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That was because he was awesome.

"You're awesome," she told him, accepting the bowl. "Thank you, and sit down, geez."

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He chuckled a little bit before looking around.

"Floor, bed, chair..."

He didn't particularly care. He was just glad to see her.

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"Bed," she said, sipping the soup and humming slightly. "Geez."

As if she'd make him sit on the floor. And the chair was way over there.

Okay, it was, like, three feet away. That was too far.

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He agreed as he settled on the bed and made himself comfortable. One leg was tucked up under him and the other rested on the ground.

"Looking for something specific?" he asked, noting all the, well, the notes she had out. It was how he'd worked on Ino's broom, all his books out and open as he searched on then the other for the information he needed.

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"I'm not sick," she said again, because that really needed repeating. "I'm just looking for anything 'bout, you know, curing colds and stuff."

For no reason, really. Honest. Denial.

"Can you believe there's nothing so far?" And that was her being disgusted with her notes.

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He nodded to her declaration, because far be it from him to guess; the medical field was only known to him when it came to quick first aid. He'd never really been sick much and Sister Doctor didn't keep people about to get ill and give her more work.

"I've never heard of anything for that but warm food, bedrest, and plenty of fluids," he admitted.

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Ino was starting to think that that was all her world had too.

Ino did not much like that idea, really.

"I'll keep looking though," she said stubbornly. "There's got to be something."

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"If anyone could find it," he started before giving her a smile. He really did have faith in her.

"I've started instruction with Altra," he said after a moment. "Learning to handle my own abilities. And I've... actually taken to watching television."

That last one would probably surprise her, though not so much once he admitted what he was watching.

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That got her blinking at him over the soup bowl.

"But isn't it all tik-tockish?"

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"Somewhat, yes," he admitted with a brief blush, "but someone made me think I should at least give it a chance. I tried it and actually found something that didn't bother my sensibilities."

Yeah, reality television at it's finest.

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She was going to blink at him more now.

"You actually found something half decent?"

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He nodded almost too quickly.

"It's brilliant," he said, eyes bright

"There are a number of special chefs who are the proprietors of a certain arena and they host for others to come and compete against them in a one hour duel wherein they have to work a single ingredient into each of their dishes. They specialize by style of cooking, the special chefs anyway, and then a panel of judges make odd comments about it and give them scores."

He grinned.

"It's fascinating."

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...Ino could practically feel her braincells cringing away from that idea.

She was so glad she hated sitting still long enough to watch television most of the time.

"It sounds weird," she decided, but amicably enough, sipping more soup.

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He blinked but nodded, looking a little deflated.

"I suppose it's a little unorthodox," he had to agree. "But it's interesting to watch."

He leaned back and smiled at her.

"I'm still not much of a television user, but it'll give me something to talk about."

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"It might be good," she offered, feeling bad about the deflating, "but I don't watch much and you've got to at least admit that it sounds weird."

Mmmm, soup. And blanket. Blankets were nice. "You don't have enough to talk 'bout?"