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[The PCD flicks on, helpfully, to reveal Violet waking up slowly. The fog from earlier has dissipated, but her body feels icy cold. It’s the same as the shower; everything is cold, clammy, cloth sticking to her skin, teeth chattering. She can hear his voice in her ear, Don’t die on me, Violet, don’t die on me- and for a dizzy second she reaches for

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[There distinctly is a new presence in the house when Unohana wakes the next morning, but she doesn't just barge in the room and demand to hear what is going.

Instead she just gets up, gets dressed, and goes to put the kettle on and get some tea ready for whenever a newest guest decide to manifest themselves.]

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[When Violet drags herself downstairs, she emerges as a very obviously ill little girl. She's been having splitting headaches since... she can't even think about it, and waking up in the rain yesterday made every bone in her body hurt. Last night's sleep has helped, but she comes down looking for the doctor in charge of this place.

Seeing Unohana in the kitchen, she pauses in the doorway, bravado forgotten, just a scared, sick, fifteen year old kid.]

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Hello there.

[Unohana is the image of maternal warmth and care, and she immediately comes to the girl with a smile, leading her to a chair.]

Ara ara, you do not really look well enough to be out of bed, young lady. Let us see to that first, shall we? And you can have breakfast afterwards.

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Are you the- doctor who works here?

[She asks, settling down gratefully. Something about this woman is incredibly soothing. Motherly. Without her own mother's idiosyncrasies.]