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Well she appears to still have only two arms. "So you have extra...hands? Fingers?"

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"Fingers," she mutters. "Six on one hand. Seven on the other hand. At least last time I checked."

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"Can I see? You don't have to be embarrased about this in front of me," he says, his expression sympathetic.

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"Fine." She frowns, she's still embarrased no matter what he says but dragging her feet wouldn't make this any easier.

She leans up in the bed, takes the socks off and then turns and sits up. Her hands are in her lap.

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He looks at them for a moment, before placing his hands on hers. It is kind fo creepy to see more than five fingers on each hand, but it's not repulsive. He's seen worse.

"Hey, it could be worse. It could be missing fingers." He says with a slight, sympathetic smile. "We'll fix it, though, okay?"

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Chris nods but remains silent. She has the feeling he's pitying her but she's too tired to argue. Not to mention, it seems pointless.

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"And I'm not just humouring you," he says seriously, as she doesn't reply, "We are going to find a way to treat this." He won't let himself think about the alternative.

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"I know," she says in a small voice.

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He nods. "Anyway, I'm going to see if I can find someone to help." He thinks for a moment; there's really only one person he trusts enough to actively look for, though there are a couple others that he would ask to Heal Chris is he saw them first. "Have you ever met Nita Callahan?"

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"Once or twice. She came to visit Kim after we rescued her from Salazar."

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"Okay. I was going to try and find her first, I just wanted to know if you knew her at least. Do you mind?"

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She shakes her head. "Nita's fine."

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"Okay. I'll be back in a while, then," he says, letting go of her hands and standing.

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"All right." She clapses her hands together in her lap.

"Thank you, Jack."

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He shakes his head. "No need to thank me. I'd do it anytime. I'll be back in a few minutes, just lie down and try to relax," he says, leaving the room and going to find Nita.

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'Try to relax.' Easier said than done.

She lies down on her back, under the covers her hands are resting on her stomach. Chris looks up at the ceiling and thinks about all the things she wants to do when this is over.

If I still can...

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There's a knock at the door and Jack sticks his head in the room before opening the door all the way. "Hey, I found Nita," he says, walking in.

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Chris nods to Jack and Nita.

"Hi."

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Nita tries to hide her surprise as she enters the room. Chris really is pink, much pinker than she was expecting. She nods back, and approaches the bed cautiously.

"Hey. Under the weather?"

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"Yeah," Chris whispers.

"I have the weird flu that's been going around the bar. I don't know if you've heard."

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"No, I've been kinda busy." She pulls a chair up to the side of the bed and leans her elbows on her knees. "So what're your symptoms?"

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Chris nods. "Um, some of it's normal flu-like symptoms - congestion, high fever accompanied by hallucinations, neck pain - stuff like that. Some of it's more unusual. Like my skin changing colors and," she places her hands on top of the covers, "growing extra fingers."

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Nita's seen much weirder, really. After the initial surprise of the pink, the fingers don't get much reaction. She flips open her manual, skims it for a moment, and shuts it again.

"I'll can give a shot at doing something about it. At the very least, I ought to be able to lower the fever." She holds out a hand. "Want me to?"

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"Whatever you can do."

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