Immediately, she frowned. Mary's skin felt more than flushed; actually, it felt hot. When you were sick with food poisoning, you weren't suppose to have a fever- the exact opposite was suppose to happen. Why in the world would you be hot after throwing up for twenty-four hours? Luckily enough, Mary's eyes were closed and she didn't see Mackenzie's face perplex in thought.
"Did you know you have a fever?" Mackenzie asked quietly, now in a complete Healer attitude as she reached to get Mary's heart rate. Granted, she did for the most part only work with mothers and babies now, but that didn't mean she wouldn't know how to handle what looked like a flu of sorts. Mackenzie sighed, putting her hands on her hips.
Well. This was much different than expected. You most certainly did not get a fever from food poisoning, so that meant Mary had something else. That made you throw up, feel nauseous, tired and have a fever. Obviously, Mackenzie's thoughts went to the most obvious thing, but-- that was only because of her job, yes?
It would be rude to ask if Mary if she'd had any unprotected sex lately, wouldn't it? If they were in a hospital room, this would be completely different.
"I don't know," Mackenzie answered honestly, unsure of what to say next.
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