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Dee sighs and nods. "For the most part. I'm sorry I didn't come to visit you..." She looks over at her waste-basket. There are numerous empty alcohol bottles and cans poking out. "I've been sticking around home and drinking far too much. This is probably just my body catching up.

"I've been worried about you, too. How are you holding up?"

Dee grits her teeth at the latest round of croaks, but doesn't flinch as obviously as before. "O-oh yeah? What kind of project?" Her throat (and, well, everything) aches. She fishes a few advil from her pocket, pops them in, and chugs the rest of the water bottle.

The naturalist doesn't look good, but she's making quite the effort to pay attention to her friend.

"Y-yeah," Dee tries to wave it off, smiling broadly. Even in the low light, however, she looks pale. Sweat beads on her forehead as she licks her inflamed lips. "Yeah, I'm fine. J-just need to get some more fluids back in me. " She unscrews the top of another water bottle and starts chugging that one, as well.

"Hangover an' all." She tries to change the subject. "D-do you see anything 'round here you could use?"

Dee looks down at him affectionately. She reaches down and squeezes his shoulder. "Well, I can't help you there. Maybe we could ask the labs on your behalf? I'd be willing to try and help as much as I could." Despite her fairly-clear speech, she's leaning heavily against the back of her chair. "You can take as many of these empty bottles as you want, too."

She watches him with a fond, if exhausted, expression. "Yeah, they're all yours, babe. And thank you, I think I'll just have to write off this afternoon's walk." Dee frowns, she hates having to cancel hikes, even if they're short ones. "I should be fine."

With a painful grunt, she grabs an additional bottle of water, gets to her feet, and hobbles over to the bed. "Newt...c'mere..." Dee grunts as she flops onto the comforter.

Dee shakes her head and smiles. "Naw... I'll just sleep it off." She edges over and wraps her arms around the big ol' frog. "Thank you, Newt." she whispers, tired and shaky. "Thank you." She kisses his slick cheek, her skin hot to the touch.

Dee laughed softly and gave him a poor excuse for a 'noogie', then laid back down against the pillows. "You don't have to, but I appreciate it. And, th-thank you." She couldn't bring herself to say the 'L' word, but through the fever and confusion, she was definitely feeling it. "G-good luck, Newt. I'll check up on you as soon as I can."

"Shhhshh..." Dee whispers. "N-no... I'll come see you once I'm over it. Y-you just try and get yourself back into some sort of n-normality and don't worry about me. I'll be fine, I promise." She glances over at the pile of bottles. "I've had it worse than this before."

She bites back a grimace as a new wave of aches courses through her. She doesn't notice, but odd patterns have begun to appear on her skin. They've developed so slowly that she doesn't pay them any attention. Her eyes start to sting and water again, and she wipes them with the back of her hand.