Cameron blinked at the question and wondered who the doctor reminded him of. "My eyes deciding all of a sudden that I can't see any colours is a bit annoying?"
Christian chuckled. "Sorry, force of habit. That's usually the question I'm asking my patients. I should say 'Tell me what's wrong,' which in this case is your eyes? You're colorblind?"
"Oh! Uh, nothing like that, no." Cameron smiled. "Uh well, I didn't used to be until suddenly the world decided to go blawk and white on me. I'm not sure I'm into retro that much."
"Black and white?" Christian repeated. "That's extremely rare. Most people who are colorblind had trouble distinguishing between red and green, or blue and yellow. Is anyone in your family colorblind?"
Christian leaned forward thoughtfully. "Colorblindness can be hereditary, but for it to suddenly affect you and with no history of it in your family, it could be an eye disease affecting the optic nerve or retina. Color blindness occurs when light-sensing chemicals in the eye don't work properly, and disease or damage can cause an inbalance. Have you had any other eye trouble lately?"
Cordelia had woken up that morning and groaned, as her head was still pounding.
First she tried to sleep it off, completely ignoring the fact that she was supposed to be in Creature Languages. When it was early afternoon and she'd had some time to think about it, she begrudgingly made her way to the clinic.
Cordelia can always tell when she's being checked out. She grins, then realizes that this guy looks pretty much exactly like Bel. Remembering the Fandom Hightimes, she shook her head.
"I don't know," she said, and immediately stopped because she realized that she was still speaking with that pesky British accent. "First off, I suddenly developed a British accent last night and can't stop. But that's not really why I came down here."
"After that, I went back to my room, and...there was a flash of light, and I think I'm going crazy. My head was pounding and there was a flash of pain and I...saw things. A girl. I think she was about to be attacked," she said, wringing her hands together.
Chicks with accents were hot unless they were British cops having an incestuous affair with their sexually deformed psycho killer brother. "Are you sure you weren't dreaming?" he asked as he ushered Cordelia into an exam room. "As for the accent thing, if you hang around with someone with one you start to talk like them after awhile."
"It wasn't a dream. Okay, I ended up sprawled out on the floor, but it was definitely not a dream. I have never had a headache like that before," she said, only mildly annoyed that the hot doctor didn't believe her.
"And I definitely didn't just decide to randomly start speaking with a British accent. I can't stop it!"
"I can't help you with the accent, sweetheart," Christian said. "But light flashes and headaches like that sound like a severe migraine. Migraines sometimes cause hallucinations, too. I can give you a prescription for Imitrex, but you probably want to have some tests run to rule out any possible neural problems."
"Um, this might sound a little crazy, depending on how long you've been in Fandom and where you came from before that," she started. "But before I came here, I had a friend who got these...visions. And when he got them, it hurt him. And before you tell me that I'm totally nuts, the visions were real. We followed up on them and helped out the people who were in trouble."
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Christian laughed softly and shook his head. "Two weeks ago I would've been calling the shrink over for a consult, but now, here.... So, you have to find this girl? And save her?"
[No problem, I'm heading out from work in half an hour myself.]
"Is that body makeup?" Christian said, looking Rory over. "Nice work. Question is, do you have it on all over?" He leaned in as if to peer down Rory's shirt.
"Hey!" Rory said, moving back. "Wait. Body - no, no. I'm not Becky. I'm Rory. I go to the school. And I take it you're not Belthazor, since I heard he had a lookalike working here."
"My limbs keep falling off. Or detaching, anyway," Rory said without preamble. She gave a sharp tug on her left wrist, and held up her arm. "See? And no, it doesn't hurt."
Christian blinked. Then blinked again. Colorblindness could be disease. Lights and pain and hallucinations could be migraines. But there was nothing he could come up with to explain Rory's removal of her arm.
"May I?" he said tentatively, holding out his hand for her arm.
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First she tried to sleep it off, completely ignoring the fact that she was supposed to be in Creature Languages. When it was early afternoon and she'd had some time to think about it, she begrudgingly made her way to the clinic.
"Um, hi?" she asked, as she entered the clinic.
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"I don't know," she said, and immediately stopped because she realized that she was still speaking with that pesky British accent. "First off, I suddenly developed a British accent last night and can't stop. But that's not really why I came down here."
"After that, I went back to my room, and...there was a flash of light, and I think I'm going crazy. My head was pounding and there was a flash of pain and I...saw things. A girl. I think she was about to be attacked," she said, wringing her hands together.
"I don't understand."
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unless they were British cops having an incestuous affair with their sexually deformed psycho killer brother. "Are you sure you weren't dreaming?" he asked as he ushered Cordelia into an exam room. "As for the accent thing, if you hang around with someone with one you start to talk like them after awhile."no subject
"And I definitely didn't just decide to randomly start speaking with a British accent. I can't stop it!"
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"Um, this might sound a little crazy, depending on how long you've been in Fandom and where you came from before that," she started. "But before I came here, I had a friend who got these...visions. And when he got them, it hurt him. And before you tell me that I'm totally nuts, the visions were real. We followed up on them and helped out the people who were in trouble."
[[OOC: Probably extreme slowplay from me as I'm heading home from mini-vacation shortly]]
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[No problem, I'm heading out from work in half an hour myself.]
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She kind of hoped they didn't try to fix her.
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"May I?" he said tentatively, holding out his hand for her arm.
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