That certainly sounded like opiate withdrawal to Hawkeye. Well, there was some chance it could be a bad dose of flu, but the 'tore my room apart' bit suggested otherwise. (That, and the fact that the enclosed environment made colds and flu quite rare on the island.)
He laid a hand on her forehead - freezing. Though give it half an hour and she'd probably be burning up with fever. Her pupils were dilated too, he noticed, and her eyes watering slightly. He saw no reason to dispute her self-diagnosis.
"I'll be honest with you, then - things are going to get worse before they get better," he said. "You're going to feel like absolute hell for the next two or three days while the body works through it. I promise you this, though, it won't kill you, and you will come through it feeling better in the end. I can help with the symptoms, but there's nothing else to be done but wait it out."
And of course then there was dealing with the psychological after-effects, which could last a lifetime, but he'd leave that to the island shrinks. He preferred to keep strictly to the physical side of things.
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He laid a hand on her forehead - freezing. Though give it half an hour and she'd probably be burning up with fever. Her pupils were dilated too, he noticed, and her eyes watering slightly. He saw no reason to dispute her self-diagnosis.
"I'll be honest with you, then - things are going to get worse before they get better," he said. "You're going to feel like absolute hell for the next two or three days while the body works through it. I promise you this, though, it won't kill you, and you will come through it feeling better in the end. I can help with the symptoms, but there's nothing else to be done but wait it out."
And of course then there was dealing with the psychological after-effects, which could last a lifetime, but he'd leave that to the island shrinks. He preferred to keep strictly to the physical side of things.