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He goes still and silent anyway, as if he could hear her request that he does.

Stepping up on her toes, Truth attempts to raise her head above the crowd in search of Chandra. Dare would be harder to spot, being the shorter and more concealed of the two. She falls back on her heels and continues forward, looking left and right for any sign of them.

"I've got to be the worst Ranger," she mutters, dodging a man busying himself on his cell. "Can't even keep track of my own stupid Case."

Fingers curling around material of her sleeve, Dare feverishly coughs, doing so for no more than a few moments before settling down again.

Ducking aside, Truth growls under her breath. This is no good. For all she knows, they could have gone the other way. She conceals herself in the nearest alley, black hair swishing forward in front of her face. Closing her eyes briefly to reflect upon something, she opens them as she presses herself against the brick wall. Palms pressed into the brick, she sighs softly.

Her body disappears much like a sand would, the wind brushing at it and making her vanish in soft swishes of tiny particles. The process takes no more than a blink for a regular person, but if one is fortunate enough to keep their eyes open they would catch a glimpse of this marvellous process. And with that, Truth steps the boundaries of this world and another..

Dare openly shivers, curling up around himself when he's seated. Although his eyes are closed, he tightly pulls his well worn jacket around his knees, next resting his head drowsily against them. He seems to be coming in and out of consciousness, but the fever highly anticipates his erratic ill-stricken behaviour.

"..wanna gohome.." he breathes exhastedly, fists clenching around the fuzz of his sleeves.

Dare nods wearily, clutching his stomach now.

Leaning to the side, he just ends up falling over against the next chair, but this doesn't seem to phase him. "Lady, my sister's the only one who cares 'bout me anymore. I dun think .. dun think you letting me get all sick over your office'll do any of us good."

He closes his eyes to end this speech, what with the amount of effort it took to say that without feeling that the water might want to make a reappearance.

The scenery changes around Dare again, whirling even more with actual movement. Head spinning, he winces at the light in his eyes as he's rested on the examining table. He can feel Chandra closeby, and wonders just what's going on..

Ohhh, how embarassing..

"Has he eaten anything unusual over the last few hours?" she inquires, directing her questioning to Chandra. "Or at least, is there anything you can think of that has induced this condition on your brother?"

She says the last word hesitantly, eyes darting between the two of them, masking this with medical concern.

"Water?" she repeats, lifting instruments from her side table until she finds the one she wants. "There has been an epidemic of E coli cases from the sketchier parts of town," she comments softly, dragging a stool in front of Dare.

"Hello there, honey," she says softly, touching his wrist and trying to gain eye contact from him. Her clipboard balances on her knee, and she takes notes offhandedly. "I'm just going to take a look at you to find out what's wrong with your tummy, okay sweety?"

She looks over her shoulder to Chandra, resting her pen down. "What's his name, miss..?"

Dare watches the woman appear in front of him, her two heads swirling.. three heads? Two.. He can't keep track now. He just stays hunched over, trying to hide from the bright overhead light..

She nods, writing his name down cooly. "Just standard procedure, miss," she assures her, reaching under the sink for the bucket. Replacing herself with the bucket, she rubs Dare on the head soothingly.

"He has all the symptoms," she explains, turning to stand face to face with Chandra, "Save for the fever, which I cannot explain. His body will eventually force him to vomit, if he hasn't already."

She takes a glance down at the papers, marking something off on the side. "Antibiotics won't be necessary, as they often increase complications in this sort of situation. What I can recommend is that you keep him well hydrated and maintain his nutrition accordingly."

Dare groans softly, making good use of the bucket. Tears spill down his cheek, his arms folded tightly across his stomach.

The doctor winces a little, tapping her pen. "You can stay here with him for a few hours until things settle down. We can spare the room - as you could probably tell from our waiting room, we aren't usually busy weekdays." She pats Chandra on the shoulder a little awkwardly but mostly sympathetically as she passes to the doorway.

"If you need assistance or his condition worsens, just have the secretary page me," she adds with a kind smile, giving Dare a quick lookover before leaving down the hall.

Better. He feels much better once that's done.

He lifts his head and wipes his mouth with his sleeve, managing to get his eyes focused enough to see the doctor leave. He can't help but feel a little panicked, wondering just what is happening with him.

He blinks rapidly, trying to maintain his concentration as Chandra speaks to him. Well, good, he's not going to die.. "What?" he asks, slightly startled. Feelings..? His stomach feels better now, so he straightens up and uses his hands to balance himself on the examining table. Confused, he rubs at his forehead with the back of his hand, next clearing both eyes of a mix of sweat and tears.

"Somethingsomething me not dying, and then .." he murmurs, repeating it as if to confirm he isn't now hearing things. "Feelings?" he croaks, eyes eventually wandering up wearily up to Chandra's face.