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I can make some. Where are you?

You should go to the hospital if you aren't feeling well. I can bring you soup there.

I've come back to my house after the hospital. It was too frantic and noisy there, and Stella will watch me when she's back.

Only, she has no soup.

[Wanda can't help but smile a little bit.]

I'll bring you soup then. It might take a little while. Will you be alright until I'm done?

I'll shout to you if things get worse or if I start seeing old butlers.

Not that Mr. Jarvis is old. He'd have my head for implying it.

Sounds good.
I'll try and be fast with that soup for you. If you're asleep when I get there I'll put it nearby for you to find.

Wake me up, if you please. I need all the grounding in reality I can get, at this point.

Are you sick, as well, or did it manage to slip you by?

I'll wake you then.

I'm not sick. I'm not sure why but I seem to be immune.

In that case, hope that you stay that way. This is bloody awful, it really is. My head is just burning and I keep forgetting my place.

Me too. I'm sure it'll be alright.
These sickness have a way of only effecting half of the village.

[ooc: want to move to action or handwave it?]

Unlucky me, then, to be the worse-half.

At least you have people who want to take care of you.

[Wanda arrives a Peggy's house about an hour later. She's carrying a medium size pot with Arado padding at her side. The puppy looks disgruntled but happy to have gotten invited along.

Balancing, she pushes open the front door and calls through the house.] Peggy? [After affirming that no one else seems to be home, Wanda begins searching for Peggy. She leaves the pot of stew in the kitchen but grabs a bowl and a spoon to bring with her as she steps through the house to try and find Peggy's room.

Wanda is currently working under the assumption that the woman is asleep but she continues to call out, just in case. She doesn't want to surprise her.]

[ Peggy's been feeling far too ill to do anything but tug more blankets atop herself, feeling rather good about the fact that she'd stolen a great number of them last year. Shivering, she settles and starts to work her way into a sitting position, hacking into her sleeve and croaking for Wanda. ]

In here. I hope you've brought a mask.

[ Because otherwise, Peggy's going to feel terribly guilty about constantly hacking up her lungs when a healthy person is here for her. ]

No but I'll be fine. [Her expression softens into a light smile as she places the bowl of stew on the nightstand next to Peggy's bed.] There is more down stairs. I brought enough for a few days but I wasn't sure if you had a way of keeping it.

[If Peggy doesn't have a way of keeping the stew from going bad, then Wanda will likely take it to the inn where there is some electricity.]

Are you feeling any better?

Better for having company and food, yes.

[ She offers a smile to Wanda, reaching out to squeeze her hand gently when she's near, even though she remains a touch wary about getting anyone else sick. She turns her head to cough, wanting to avoid any contamination, giving Wanda a searching look. ]

What about the others? I'll feel better if I know they're all right.

[Wanda smiles and lightly squeezes Peggy's hand back. She'd never met the old woman in her world but she knows this Peggy and she cares about her.]

I checked at the hospital. [She'd figured that Peggy would ask.] They aren't closer to a cure but Natasha is helping organizing parties to go out and take a look around the village to find the source of the disease and hopefully the cure.

It's just a matter of time.

[Time that Wanda hopes they have.]

Good, if there's anyone who's going to make sure she finds answers, it will certainly be Natasha.

[ Peggy shifts a little, sitting up in bed and trying not to feel the weariness take her down, giving Wanda a tired look, feeling as old as everyone keeps saying she is in the future. ]

I don't want to get you sick, but I wouldn't mind some company, if you'd like to stay and eat.

I can stay. I've weathered through sicknesses like this before and I've been fine.

[Last time it'd been Beverly but Wanda hadn't gotten sick then.]

I'll go get myself some soup and some water for us both.

You're a dear. If you wouldn't mind too much, there are drying tea leaves and an impromptu strainer. Do you think you might make some tea for me?

[ Down to her core, she still believes in the healing property of a good cuppa and right now, she's willing to believe that will make her feel far better than any drug (at least, until they find some drugs to help). ]

I can.

[Wanda raises from her seat and disappears from the room. She grabs herself a bowl of stew and then begins to make Peggy some tea. It takes her about ten minutes before she reappears with a bowl in one hand and a mug in the other.] Here's tea.

[She takes a seat at the end of the bed and begins to eat the bowl she's made for herself.]

What symptoms do you have?

[ Peggy reaches eagerly for the tea, trying very hard not to spill it though her grip feels weaker than it did before. She's not sure she likes that, but then, she'd be hard-pressed to say she actually likes anything about this illness. ]

Terrible fever and aches, and I feel very weak.

[ She doesn't want to complain entirely, so she tries to keep her tone light and brisk. ]

Often, there's a coughing fit that doubles me in half.

[Wanda is careful with the tea and she keeps her fingers against the bottom of the mug until she's sure that it's firmly in Peggy's hand. The last thing either of them need is for Peggy to burn herself.]

Do you see things? Like when you spoke about Howard and Jarvis?

[A beat.]

There was a sickness here before like that too. I think you were here then too. I thought that maybe it was the same thing as back then.

I keep forgetting.

[ She knows that it sounds terrible and makes her sound incredibly weak and awful, but that's the truth. She stops thinking about it too hard and all of a sudden, everything starts to blur. She thinks it's a lot to do with Tony. It brings her back to another time. ]

I was tending to Stella that time. I didn't pay much mind to the symptoms.

[ Clearly, she should have. ]

I remember them.

[Wanda's expression is soft and understanding. She doesn't mean to push Peggy but any small amount of information might help them find a cure.]

Fever, hallucinations, weakness.

Does that sound right?

[ She nods, her head feeling heavy as she rubs at her forehead to try and make the ache go away, not to mention settle her thoughts. ]

Unfortunately, it sounds completely accurate. What do you think is happening?

I think that it might be a similar poison. Which means that it originates from this island.

[It'd been when they found the lab back then.]

If we find its source, we can make a cure.

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