My hallucinations have definitely been getting worse and to the point where i cant tell the difference between whether theyre real or not and im not coping super well

Fic: On Call

So I’m in bed with an ear and sinus infection at the moment, and I wrote this to cheer myself up. I do intend to continue it, but I’m so delighted that I managed to write something for the first time in months, that I couldn’t wait to post what I’ve written so far!

“Bornin’, Fidz,“ Jemma called as she shuffled into the lab in an uncharacteristic fashion.

Fitz looked up from his computer. "Oh, you sound bunged up,” he observed with a frown.

“Yes, I abbear to have a slight bid of a cold,” Jemma replied, as she dabbed her nose with a tissue.

“You’re awfully pale, Jemma,” Fitz said, sitting back in his chair in concern.

“I’m always bale, Fidz!” she returned with a huff of laughter.

“Not like this, you’re sheet white,” Fitz replied, as he got up from his desk and crossed the lab towards her. “And why are you hugging yourself like that? Are you cold?”

“It is a bid chilly in here,” she replied with a shiver.

“It’s really not,” Fitz said. “If anything, it’s a bit too warm.”

She shrugged her shoulders and grimaced, moving her hands up her arms to massage her neck.

“What’s wrong?” he asked suspiciously. “Why are you rubbing your neck like that?”

“Oh, I bus’ have overdone it in de gyb yesderday,” she replied. “I jus’ feel a bid sore, dats all.”

“Just your neck or all over?” Fitz asked.

“All over?” Jemma said somewhat sheepishly.

“Yeah, I don’t think that’s got anything to do with exercise,” Fitz replied doubtfully. He pressed the back of his hand to her forehead. “Bloody hell, Jemma, you’re burning up!” he said in alarm. “Where are the thermometers?” He turned around and crossed to the medical bay.

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