doctor, doctor, will I die?

lily from what i’ve tasted of desire i hold with those who favor fire “Phoebe?” she calls into the Infirmary, perched hesitantly outside the entrance to the unfamiliar building. Lily has always had a strong constitution, a healthy, hard-working body, and surprisingly few illnesses, despite her close contact with lots of people. So this… fever, these tremors and loss of appetite were very unnerving. The pale woman (perhaps ominously so) clasps her hands together to stop the slight movements and peeks her head inside, looking for the healer. Lily’s been woefully out of the loop, focused entirely on her own needs and goings on, rather than what’s been running around the settlement. But this is too much to ignore, it’s been going on for weeks, or so it seems, and the truth is that it has the entertainer shaken. What if she caught it from…? Or she had it and she didn’t know, and then gave it to…? Swallowing hard, she takes a step through the door and calls out for Phoebe once again, thoroughly unaware that she’s in the middle of a virtual epidemic. “Is anyone here?”