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Alternative Tactics, Wednesday Period One, 14/11

Lieutenant Sarah Kerrigan wasn't looking too hot today.

Which would be code for 'pale, glazed eyes, and sweat soaking clothes and hair alike'. With the occasional lean towards 'stumbling'.

"Today's supposed to be your exam, kids," she said, keeping her limbs as straight as they could, "A bunch of you are sick, which means you're not gonna be here to hear me tell you you'll get a make-up exam sometime when you're not sweating liquid death out your pores. The rest of you, we're squaring off against each other today. Pick a partner and a suit and let's exercise some tactics. You get your choice in assault types for this one; pick a Firebat suit for close combat flamethrowing, a stealth suit for sniping action, or be boring and grab the Marine suit with the big gun."

She activated the sim, then wobbled to her desk.

If anyone asked, she was just stalking off. Really.

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"Yeah, well-- you don't exactly look like-- Prince goddamn Charming either, Adama." She moved her head, finally, snapping her eyes over to meet Lee's with some semblance of fire.

"I don't know who Prince goddamn Charming is," Lee said, frowning. "I probably don't look like him. I probably look better. I look better than you. I can actually stand without looking like I might fall over."

"I can stand just f-fine," she growled, shivering. "And don't get any closer. I don't know how contagious this bug-- is."

"Please," he said and rolled his eyes. "If it's contagious, I've already got it. We should take a trip, you and me."

"I'm not going to the clinic." Kerrigan looked away again, surpressing her body's reactions to the best of her abilities. The old Ghost mask wasn't holding as well as it used to. "Just makes it-- worse."

"I'll protect you," he said dryly. "You should go to the clinic. I'm asking nicely."

"And I'm-- disagreeing-- rudely." Deep breaths. Press it all back down.

"You know, normally, you could kick my ass," Lee said, eyes narrowing, "but right now, I could take you. And you really don't want me to start spreading rumors like that, do you? I'll take you to the clinic and we'll make sure that doesn't happen."

"No." Okay. Steady enough now. She rose up out of her chair, keeping her fingers pressed against the desk. Careful now. "You're not-- listening. Going to the clinic-- is only going to make things worse." She wobbled a little. "I'm going to go home."

"You're such a frakking hard ass," Lee snapped, hands going out in case she fell. "You're not going anywhere to the clinic and I will drag you bodily there even if you give me a concussion during the trip. You're no good to anyone right now including yourself. Let. Me. Help."

She shot forwards suddenly, landing on her elbows on the desk. A low, gutteral growl formed in the back of her throat as she tried to push herself back up.

"Graceful," Lee muttered, shaking his head and stepping a little closer. "Let's go to the clinic. Please. I'll tell people that you beat me up before I wore you down."

She strained both her arms against the desk, her face hanging low between them, strands of hair drooping down. "It's not-- about--" Kerrigan managed, before closing her eyes. And baring her teeth, maybe just a little.

She obviously wasn't going anywhere on her own.

"Yeah, I know, it's not about my good looks," he said, stepping closer, confident in the fact that, if she took a swing, it wouldn't hurt that badly.

Maybe a bruise. Or a hairline fracture.

"Listen. We're going to the clinic. Right now. And I have to touch you to do that. Please try and not snap my neck."

"I'm... not."

At this point, it was pretty much only her voice stating as much.

"You are," he said and reached for her wrist, keeping his grip light. "See, look, we're doing fine so far. Now, I'm not as tall as you but arm around my shoulder and I can take most of your weight, okay?"

And then he did just that, slowly sliding that arm around his shoulders, careful not to make any sudden moves that might result in a suddenly dislocated elbow.

She was going to claim to her dying day that it was an unconscious move. A swerve, if you will, or maybe a momentary wobble.

Kerrigan leaned into him just a little bit, fighting a losing battle with her own ability to keep her weight. "Not-- a-- word," she managed.

"I won't say anything," he promised quietly. "You have my word."

"Just-- tell them-- to keep me tranqed," she gritted, and then fell silent.

"I will," Lee said and made sure the hallways were clear before he started walking them slowly towards town hall.

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