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[It started with what he thought was food poisoning the day after the St. Patrick's Day party. Made sense, even if it was unpleasant, and after calling out of work he tried to take it easy. The next morning, the nausea was worse, and his body had added the fun new symptom of tingling, like his hands were going numb. Even his healthy wariness of the hospital didn't keep him from going in, but the doctor agreed with him--just a bad bout of food poisoning, nothing to worry about, but he can stay for observation if he wants--but of course, he was halfway out the door already before that offer was made.

Now it's been a solid two days, and the tingling is worse. He's starting to have trouble breathing, and there's a suspicion that's growing along with the dizziness every time he stands up. So he tries to call the only doctor he knows isn't really from here--Dr. Gray. Only with the way he can't really feel his hands, and the way the numbers are kinda blurring together, it's anyone's guess who actually gets his slurred, slightly disjointed message.]

Hey--it's...10K. Ten Kay. [Said again, with careful enunciation.] I'm sick. Sicker than...I dunno. Dogs. Puppies and kittens...Doc said it was food poisoning, but I could...use a second opinion. I think. Missed work again today.

Could you...come by? And tell--tell Cassandra I'm...sorry.

[Whoops. That noise would be this discombobulated kid dropping the phone instead of hanging up.]

I have a favor to ask, if anyone has the time and inclination. [ Actually. Wait. He wants this done ASAP, so: ] Less a favor, actually, and more an odd job. I'll pay.

[ He could blame his habit of flinging money around like a big spender on his (fake, curse) memories convincing him he comes from a wealthy family, but the truth is... he's always been pretty bad with money. ]