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With mask on, Hewitt moves towards where a patient is

He can easily pinpoint Danica at the urgent care facility, just based on the volume.

"I'm telling you (COUGH) I am FINE! I am an officer of the law and you have no right to detain me!"

And that way he goes , he shakes his head and moves towards the source of the outrage

She is being tended to by a fellow who is most certainly Boggan kin, strong blooded too.

He lets her finish her rant, and then says, as he checks her pulse oximeter, "Well, with your blood oxygen level at 82%, you'd be lucky to make it through the door. Go on, tell me how you're a big bad cop, but right now, you need to sit your ass down and let me put this up your nose. We WILL sedate you if we have to!" NO NONSENSE.

"You'd best listen to the man, all you're doing is making his work harder when he couldd help more folk" Hewitt says "Pardon me, Sir. I came to check on her. She's sister to one who is dear to me. Is she fit for broth?"

The tag on the nurse's shirt says 'Foster', and he turns and looks uuuuuup at Hewitt. "Are you sure you're not related? If you can get her to settle down, it would be a blessing. She's practically blue from low oxygen but won't let me treat her. I'm about ready to let her have her way and then treat her after she passes out."

"Ch-" Danica starts to say in surprise, then realizes that she is uncertain of his mortal name. "Good. You can see me out of here."

"Hugh," The Chief says to the Nurse but makes sure Danica can hear , "Thank you , Nurse Foster, and I hope to be. Related that is though few seek out such stubborn inlaws. Now, I'll try to settle her down. You tend to what ye need to with my gratitude."

And unless the nurse objects, he moves to the sister of the woman he loves, "You're not going anywhere till you've had your broth and even then maybe no. Your sister is is powerful worried and was ready to fall on her face trying to get to you to help"

"Lin is sick?" That startles her enough to get her to settle back - and Nurse Foster swoops in, sticking a line in Danica's nose. "ACK, Pbbtt!" She coughs, but it's done - perhaps a bit quicker and harsher than if she'd obliged, but the oxygen line is switched on, and Foster nods. "I'll give you a few minutes, then check back. If her levels stabilize, she won't need to be admitted."

"Is it safe for her to eat the broth with that tube in her nose?" he asks

"She's fine. Just don't choke." He checks the levels once more then steps out.

Danica huffs in protest, but her color is already looking a little better. Not so much a cough, as a hint of a wheeze in her breath.

"And , yes, Dani, Lin is sick. Not as bad as ye, but she was in NAE shape to be driving. Rather than let me spoil her ,she wanted me to check on you. She cares for ye, do you nae ken that?" WIt hthe man gone, he stirs the soup and works some glamour. He's better at heatherbalming steel than people but a thane he can manage, if he bunks it careful like "High Road, Low Road, it all turns to ends up in the same septic line once we hit glasgow so down down down it goes"

She sits back, frowning. "Of course she does, she's my sister. But she needs to take care of herself, foolish, nonsensical..." She accepts the mug of broth and sips it. With every swallow, her color comes back, and the annoyed beeping on the machine that is hooked to a pulse meter on her fingertip slows down the complaints.

"I'm sensing a family trait " He says simply

Brows UP. (What does THAT mean?)

"This isn't Marigold's broth." Almost accusatory.

"No, Marigold is sick too. Julius is managing the store, so to speak, and that young fellow... Ernie? He's working his butt off in your kitchen it seems. Channeling his own inner Hearth. I helped out by dropping off some of Marsellies food and some groceries to help him"

She gulps down the last of the broth, not even bothering to savor the goodness and the seasoning. "Marigold is - She's not... she has not the hardiness of youth." Clearly concerned. The wheeze in Danica's lungs is nearly gone, just a trace of a whistle now.

"Aye. If I still had Sylvi here I'd ask her to gift the woman with a bit o spring" Lowering his voice

"Send to Rivervale. I will answer to Lord Aiden if he complains on being beholden to the Gwydions."

"Have your Colton send for her."

Clearly not up to date on gossip, or even news.

"Ah, my storm and she are no longer together, though I have hopes they might rejoin. She is now of Goldfinch, a commoner hold where she holds bale when she is nae at Rutgers"

All quietly said "And you speak with authority I am not sure is yours to use, Dani.. but I'm going to pretend you do so it keeps things simple. I'll call for her"

A scowl, and she coughs - it goes into a bit of a coughing fit!

This draws the Nurse back in. He checks the numbers, and looks surprised. "I wouldn't have believed it - I was certain the ague had set into your lungs, pneumatic bronchitis... but that cough sounds better. You need working lungs to cough."

He checks a few numbers, notes on paper, and then reassures them, "Looks like you can be discharged this evening after all."

The Kin soon leaves them again.

"I'll take her home then" he assures the nurse who then goes off

"If Sylvi cannot, or will not come, then we can send to the DeBukes. Blossom was set to visit to request their presence at Pennons. She's not especially subtle, but if she mentioned an illness, perhaps one of their healers will feel obligated."

Danica sighs, catching her breath. It takes a minute. "Authority or no, I would rather do what is needed than sit idly by. I have learned - perhaps, sometimes- that the absolute letter of the law is not all there is to take into consideration."

"Mmm" A smile "And perhaps you care for your sister. We'll see what we can do. Would you prefer to stay here to recover?"

He's pretty sure the answer is no

She shoves herself away from the bed. "Certainly not."

"Best to do quickly while that balm's given you the strength"

"Ugh. This flu is.... vile." It seems that she would use harsher language, but she IS still considering herself on duty, even if forced into a gown that barely reaches her knees. She just now realizes this, as a breeze wafts past the open back of the paper garment. "AHERM. Hugh, if you would, please." Stone faced, not letting a hint of blush through.

"Of course. I'll go face the door make sure none intrude"

She quickly dresses - though pausing to cough a few times, and even this seems to have tired her somewhat.

He faces the door as he said he would. Ready to block it if need be

"Hugh - I know that you have more urgent duties than seeing to laid up Thanes of another Freehold. I thank you for your concern." A bit gruff, but sincere. "Had I the strength and glamour - rather, had I the sense to tell a fever was coming on, I might have done the same for myself before I got that poorly."

"It snuck up on you, happens. And besdies, Dani, I did not go to see a laid up thane, I came to see my lady. Hardly unselfish. Even my visit to you was on her behalf. You give me too much credit. I would walk through hot fire should she need it"

A raised brow, but she does not comment, other than. "Well. Good for her." It sound terse, but, not insincere. "You have my thanks none the less, asked for or not. Though I do not wish it upon you, if you need assistance in the future, and it does not run counter to my Lord's commands, call." She nods as she gathers her belongings, and is confronted with paperwork to sign. A sigh.

A grunt nod ("If needed I'll nae be too proud") and a wince mmph at the paperwork ("Paperwork is worth than fighting hydra at times")

A grumble. (Cut off one carbon copy, and two more spring up in it's place). Luckily, she is well insured through her work, and soon on her way. "I'll have one of the deputies drop me off, I've taken enough of your time already."

"And risk your deputy's health further? Nay. I am here. Let's get get you back. Sides I was going there again anyway. Have to be sure Lin is actually resting"

"And feed her cat"

A grumble, but she doesn't actually argue.

"I've advised her to put that beast to the stables to earn his keep as a ratter, but she insists on cossetting the little thing."

"Good." He says simply "Sides, you have terriers do you not?"