The Park [Tuesday evening]

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Triela still hadn't manage to get up the energy to reclaim her weapons from Rosalind. In fact, she was feeling positively dreadful. Dizzy. With a terrible headache.

She stumbled slightly over... nothing. Maybe she shouldn't have worn the heels today. Because clearly they were to blame for... everything. She should... sit down for a quick break. There wasn't anything convenient nearby so she just took a seat on the grass.

In a couple of minutes she'd be just fine. That's all she needed.

[Open if you want to deal with a very woozy cyborg assassin. And you know you do.]

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Scully was jogging through the park, working out a plan to possibly start training for a marathon. Giving it five months, she ought to be ready by her birthday for something long-term... and she hated that she was planning that far ahead, now.

She stopped when she saw Triela, and caught her breath, studying the other girl with concern. "Triela?" She'd refrain from asking are you okay? until Triela actually looked up.

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Triela's head was pounding. Getting worse rather than better. She didn't even notice that someone else was nearby. Which spoke volumes all by itself.

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"Triela." Not good. Scully sat down next to her, and reached for her wrist to take her pulse, watching the girl's face with mounting concern. "Can you hear me?"

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The touch caused Triela to twitch, violently. Her hand pulled away and she spun to face Scully, shifting to a defensive posture. "What? Who?"

Oh. Scully.

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Scully immediately put her hands up in a 'no threat' posture. "It's just me." From the very brief touch she'd managed, Triela's pulse was far to fast, as well as thready, and her skin had been even colder than usual. "You don't look well," she said carefully. "How are you feeling?"

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"Fine." The response was distracted and automatic. The sort that didn't mean anything, really.

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She'd said enough of those kind of 'fines' herself for Scully to recognize them automatically. No wonder Mulder had found it maddening.

"You seemed distracted when I got here. Thinking hard?" Then, more carefully, "Your pulse rate is too fast."

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"Huh?" She sounded almost as if she'd just noticed Scully's presence.

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"You're not okay," Scully said, skipping the pretense for diagnosis. "You should be at the Clinic. Or lying down."

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"Tried the clinic. Didn't help." And she was sitting, that was enough.

"I'll be fine in a couple of seconds," she insisted. Or maybe a minute.

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The worry was ramping up now. "Has this happened before? Are you having other symptoms?"

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"Why do you care?" The headaches made her snippy, apparently.

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"You're my friend." Not a close one, more of a casual friend, but still. "And I don't like seeing anyone sick when I can help. I am --" A doctor. No, damnit. "--trained for this, you know." And just as stubborn as Triela. "You're sick. And why couldn't the Clinic help?"

[heromaniac]

Momoko was cutting through the park when she saw a very very strange sight indeed: Triela sitting in the grass. In heels.

"Triela? Hi!" Momoko flopped herself to the ground near her friend. "Is everything okay? I don't usually see you in the park just sitting."

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Triela didn't seem to notice. She looked... distracted. Headache-y.

Unlike herself.

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"Triela?" Momoko's voice grew more concerned than curious; Triela usually at least made some sort of gesture of recognition, even if she wasn't in the best of moods!

Momoko moved closer and leaned around to better see the other girl's face. "Hey? Triela? What's the matter? Oh, you don't look so good!"

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"Huh?" She looked up in surprise. "Where'd you come from?"

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"I just got here. Are you okay? You're acting strange." Well, she was responding now, which made Momoko feel relieved.

Then of course Momoko had a really bad thought: "Ah! You know who I am, right?"

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"I'm fine, Momoko," Triela insisted.

That was about the most transparent lie ever.

[heromaniac]

So totally transparent. But at least she hadn't lost her memory or anything!

"No, you're not. Don't lie to your friends. What's wrong? What happened?"

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"Nothing happened," Triela explained. "And nothing is wrong."

Still no more believable.

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"Something's happened or you're sick or something, but you're not fine. You didn't notice when I sat down with you; you always notice stuff like that. You look horrible, and you're not acting right."

Momoko moved so that she was sitting and facing her friend, then pulled a small mirror from her pocket to show Triela how bad she did indeed look. "I'll totally carry you to the clinic if you need, you know!"

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Triela didn't look into the mirror. "I know what I look like." And she didn't want the reminder.

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Momoko pulled the mirror back and fiddled with it. "If you know what you look like, then you know what's wrong and you're just not telling me."

It may not have sounded like it, but that was totally a question.

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"Nothing is wrong." Because repeating it over and over totally made it true.