[VIDEO] get that boy some citrus

[nonhuman]

H-hey, guys! Long time, uh. Long time no se-- chat. Sorry I've been... quiet.

[Ben... you know, he never looks GREAT, but he looks a lot less great than usual. He's got a deep, black bruise on his cheekbone, but it isn't swollen at all... if anything, he looks more gaunt than usual. For a guy that's maybe a hundred and forty pounds sopping wet, it's a little scary. The lights in his room are pretty low, but he's back lit by his porthole window.]

Question for the masses: is, um, i-is everyone feeling all right? I've, uh. Kinda been hiding out because I felt under the weather, but... I thought I'd sleep it off, and it never... really, um. Offed.

I started to think, I, um. You know, hadn't... airwaves've been kinda quiet? And I was worried. Maybe there's something going around, and that's... I dunno. I, I, um. Sorta. I f-fell earlier, and normally I don't bruise, but, uh.

[He gestures at the black patch on his face. He is telling the truth, at least. Mostly.]

If anyone, um. Needs me, I'll-- I'm in the library. Or, will be. Just. Diagnosing.

[He doesn't want to bother poor Kenna and he hasn't heard from Carter, so... off to solve his own problems like the idiot he is! The feed clicks off.

And clicks back on not a minute later.]

...I just realized I've been here seven months? does that mean my birthday's soon? I have to do the math...

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[nonhuman]

[He hears his name and perks up from behind his stack of books. He managed to find a newer-looking book that listed common and somewhat uncommon ailments by symptoms first, instead of diagnosis, and it seemed promising.

Tammy's meager call got his attention, but her gaunt, ill look got immediate concern. The professor dashed the thirty feet from his desk to the chair by the library door, kneeling on the floor next to her.

He's got more energy than Tammy, at least, but he also does have more werewolf-y healing powers on his side.]

T-tammy, hey. H-hey, are-- y-you look like hell, kiddo.

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[needsnobottle]

Charmer.

[She smiles, wanly, her arms loose around her legs as she rests her chin on her knees. In person he looks even worse, the bruise even more pronounced. She winces in sympathy as she tugs the loose cuffs of her too-big sweater off her hands.]

You look a little more like purgatory. How'd you get that?

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[nonhuman]

[Bennett could easily lie about it, but...]

I, I collapsed. Uh... s'what prompted me to ask everyone about... you know, on the post. I've never just swooned like an old belle, you know?

I'd, uh. I just got out of the shower and I guess the steam left me lightheaded. Woke up on the floor. I, I think I hit the towel rack on my way down.

[Pause.]

The shrunken heads thought it, uh, thought it was hysterical.

[needsnobottle]

Bet they'd get a kick out of America's Funniest Home Video.

[She sighs, looking him over and shaking her head.]

So you fainted after a hot shower and got all banged up. That was today? Yesterday?

[nonhuman]

That was last night, yeah. The-- the thing, though, is, I-- I collapsed. But I've been eating the same; other than some weirdness with my changes, nothing's different.

So the fact that you're, y-you're this messed up is worrying me kind of a lot.