“Stay here, Twilight,” you command. “I’ll get you something.” Scurrying out to the hallway before Twilight has a chance to protest, you rifle through the closet and grab the thickest, warmest blanket you can find. Carrying it back into the room, you halt a few feet from her bed. “I noticed you’re shivering, s-so I brought you this.

Twilight sneezes several times before she wipes her nose with the side of one of her hooves and smiles weakly at you. “Thank you, that’s so sweet.”

Carefully, and with a keen eye to avoiding unnecessary contact with a patient that, legally speaking, should be under quarantine, you gently prod toward the bed and drape the blanket over the mound of comforters already surrounding Twilight.

“Thank you,” she groans, still shivering, albeit somewhat less debilitatingly than before.

“Of course, Twilight,” you coo. “I’m going to go sort through the rest of our data, but just call out if you need anything from me.”

Twilight simply nods, wincing slightly in pain as she does so.

As you exit the room and close the door gently, another round of hacking coughs comes from inside.

Shaking your head, you compulsively wipe your hooves against your coat and trot down the hallway. “I should probably take some Zinc, or something,” you mutter to yourself. “I wonder if Starlight has any in her medicine cabinet…”

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