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Apr 25, 2024 23:12:30 GMT -6
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14 January 2013
The headache had persisted for two days.
Two days.
And medicine seemed to do nothing-- over-the-counter ibuprofen, Excedrin-- Gina had gone through the list of things that could aid the rampant migraines, but nothing worked. Ever since her return from the hospital, she'd been bed-ridden, room-ridden, with headaches that wouldn't lay off.
The gargoyle had brushed them off, at first-- perhaps it was just stress. People made themselves sick with stress all the time. Why should she be different? But if it had just been stress, she would have overcome it, at least with the assistance of medicine.
Finally, the gargoyle yielded. She wasn't improving. If there was something medically wrong with her, she needed to see someone about it-- and, as she had no inclination to leave the Mansion to return back to the doctors or the outside world, she went to DocProf.
The gargoyle padded towards the door and wrapped her knuckles on it, waiting for the residential doctor to answer.
"Doc..." Gina said quietly, "Doc, it's Gina. Would you be able to check something out for me?"
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Feb 10, 2013 21:43:21 GMT -6
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