"Everything. Everything is... hurting, and - tired -"

She gags, followed by the unmistakable sound of someone trying to retch without anything left to expel. She does not sound in a good way.

The junior sighs. And starts blasting the door. It's loud, and slow, even for a junior with a New York powersharer; usually, blasting someone's door is hard to get away with. The sound summons a couple more kids from nearby rooms.

And then her door crumples to the ground. 

Sophie is lying in bed. She's soaked through with sweat. She's managed to keep herself mostly clear of bile (the advantage of a void wall against your bed), and there's a really magnificently tailored school-uniform-looking outfit (sized for a smallish freshman) lying on the floor.

She looks at the junior, her eyes glazed. "Hello," she manages.

A smallish, tallish freshman, by any chance?

"Hey. Someone get her water. Have you got healing I can give you? In your bags? I won't take anything."

Yes, definitely a tallish freshman - the pants are slightly comical, so slim and so long.

"No. It - my sisters. I wouldn't need it."

"Who're your sisters, I can send someone to find 'em."

She laughs deliriously. "Yorkshire! Town of Chipping. Nice - it's a nice place."

Has someone obeyed the instruction to go get the girl water. 

Also he's going to look through her bag just in case she does have a first aid kit in there, who sends a kid without a first aid kit.

She's got first aid but none of it's magical. She apparently kept her hair braided in her bag? Which is a little weird but okay.

While he's waiting for the water he'll zip the bag up, then. Bandages aren't going to help with - with having had a maleficer drain you almost to death, only because a freshman can't drain you to death properly -

"Who did this?" he asks her quietly.

"What?"

She looks - not just confused but surprised at the question.

"Was it Masozi."

"Masozi? I - it's not nice to say that, that someone's carrying some disease, just because - just because he's, you know - I mean I'm not saying you're being - but he was so dirty, perhaps he - but it wouldn't be his fault, you know..."

" - you think you're just - sick? Caught an induction flu? Not - no one did this? It came on while you were alone?"

She tries to nod, then makes an agonized sound. "Ohhh. I went to sleep and when I woke up I - I felt just rotten - I worked on the suit, because you don't want to welsh on a deal, but - but I was bleary, you know - and I drank water but it kept coming up..."

"The suit's for Masozi? What was the deal?"

She smiles, just a little. "It was really hardly a deal at all, I just - felt so sorry, he's running around in those awful rags, and, and he took me down to get supplies and he stood watch and, and he told me to be dangerous. Really, me!"

"What was the deal exactly, it might have something to do with how you got sick, if you offered him - the chance to take something from you -"

"Just the suit, for supplies. He, he told me there'd be a run -"

Another retching fit.

"A supply run. He'd keep watch. I got cloth and some things, he just - stood there, stood watch. I, I talked with Shannon - she was so nice - told her how silly he was."

A kid comes back with water, and he offers it to her; her hands don't look steady, so he'll hold it to her lips.

Annaka rounds the corner just then. "She thinks it wasn't him," Asher says, "but I still say we track the kid down and at least have some fucking eyes on him from now until we make the call, which should be today -"

"Can't," Annaka says. She sounds utterly furious; she says it in the sort of tone that makes one wonder if it's a spell, actually, for freezing all the air for a mile around. "Lan Xichen just told everyone - but us, he didn't bother telling us - that Shanghai's adopting him."

She sips thankfully. Listens with a dizzy ear to the conversation around her. Thinks oh, Shanghai - he really found a place.

"They - what, they can't - an admitted maleficer -"

"By what mechanism," says Annaka, "is it true that they can't. It's that we might do something about it. That's the mechanism, that's the only mechanism, they can do whatever they want, the week after Chicago - after whatever they did to Chicago - and we can decide, if we lie down, or not." From her expression it's apparent how she's leaning.

She pauses briefly in this to glance down at Sophie. "- it's the first week of classes, the school has a nurse, someone get this kid to the school nurse."

"I promised to fix her door,'" says Asher, who has been caught in that awkward position where keeping a promise involves delivering bad news to your angry superior. 

"Tomorrow," says Annaka. "If she hasn't unpacked just send her bags with her, it'll be easier than guarding the room. Then run up to the library and tell - Eddie from Miami, and Claire from Philadelphia, and the whole of Boston, I'd rather have them all in the room, and Will from London, and Betty and Charles and Alexander and Emelie and Pedro and Larisa - she'll tell you she's busy and tell her I don't fucking care -"