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Town Hall, Tuesday, November 13, Evening

Wyatt had been prepared for the sight of several flu victims, but he didn't expect it to be this bad. He counted at least 15 beds, and who knew if the people tending to them would get sick as well. He conferred briefly with Dr. Troy to find out what procedures they had in place, grabbed a mask, and got to work.

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Luke was trying to get an idea of who was located where and what the scope of this thing looked like, but it didn't mean his heart hadn't leaped into his throat when he saw Dawn.

"I didn't bring onion dip this time," he said quietly.

"'s okay," she told him as she pulled the blanket up to her shoulders. "Not really hungry anyway."

Luke tried to hide the worry in his eyes. Dawn wasn't hungry? Not good.

"Anything I can get for you?" he asked. "Water? Another blanket? Stylish face mask?"

She smiled slightly at him. "Water? How're you feeling?"

"Me? Fine. My father just got assigned a cot so that's...um, less good, but I'm fine," Luke babbled as he poured.

"Your dad? Really?" She sat up a little to try and see him. "I'm sorry, Luke, except for where you're healthy, because that's good."

"They put him into the cranky old people corner, I think," Luke said with a small smile. "I'm not worried. He's the most stubborn person I've ever known."

"Stubborn is good?" Dawn figured she'd be okay, then.

"Stubborn keeps you fighting," Luke said, who was more than a little frightened of what he'd seen, even if he wasn't going to mention it to anyone.

Possible ever, if he could get away with it.

"I'm good at fighting," she told him. In case he didn't know that already. "Except for when I'm not."

Which all sounded wonderful, until she started coughing so hard she had to sit up.

Luke sat down on the bed, intending to rub her back. "It'll get better," he promised.

"Promise?" She asked, shaking a little as the coughs died down, then falling back to the bed. "I don't like being sick," she whined.

"That makes two of us," Luke said softly. "I can try to use the Force, see if lets you get some sleep..."

"Okay. Will it hurt?"

"It won't even tickle," Luke promised. "You'll just feel a little less uncomfortable."

He'd seen the amount of power his father had been wielding to stave this thing off and he didn't suffer any delusions he'd fare any better. This would just removed some of the pain and fear.

Dawn braced herself, which in this case meant burrowing under the blankets and trying not to cough. She glanced hopefully at him. "I'm ready."

Luke began rubbing her forehead with his fingers, mostly because he remembered Aunt Beru doing that when he'd been sick as a child, and concentrated and pulling away as much of the pain and worry as he could handle from Dawn.

"Better?" he whispered.

Dawn smiled at Luke, relief in her eyes. "My headache's a little better. Thanks."

Luke glanced around stealthily, then lowered his mask and kissed her cheek. "I'll keep coming back as often as I can," he promised.

"I'll be here," she waited until he put his mask back on to start coughing, and then almost bent double. Once she had her breath back, she ordered, "Don't get sick, though, okay? I don't want that kind of company."

"That's a promise," Luke said, giving her a smile.

She laid back down. "Holding you to that," she murmured, turning onto her side and covering herself with the blankets.

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