Rae was far enough along in recovery to be sent back out into the safehouse, thank god. It was funny. The evening that she'd spent drinking with Eli and David, she'd felt fine. But the very next morning she'd woken up wanting to roll over, sleep and never wake up again.
It started as a flu. The regular old flu, like every other dozen or so flues that Rae had had in her life. She'd still gone to the infirmary, of course. In correlation with her underwater-zombie bite, she hadn't been received very well—it had taken a miracle and her father, Sarah, Eli, Aaron and Miriam's insistence that she was immune to keep her from being thrown in quarantine. She'd seen the intranet posts that O'Brien guy had made about being locked in the solitary confinement they called quarantine, and she wouldn't survive that. Not with her sanity intact, anyway.
It was while she was at the infirmary that it morphed into pneumonia. To be honest, no one was surprised, least of all her. She'd spent a good five minutes in ice cold water and the next few hours in ice cold weather. It was miraculous that it wasn't worse than that. And it took her a good week or so to even start getting better. Now, though, she was better. Mostly, anyway. And it was a good thing, if only because being sick seriously cramped Rae's style. It sounded horrifically cliché and a little bit ridiculous, but really, being cooped up in bed was just… not who Rae was.
Sure, she had company now and again, Eli kept her company, but she wouldn't let him stay too long lest he catch this plague. Sarah's notes always made her laugh, and she was secretly glad that her friend hadn't come to visit her, because like with Eli, if she caught this, Rae wouldn't forgive herself. But the joke notes had been nice. Her other doctors were awesome, too, and her dad had stopped in for a little while a couple of times, too, but other than that, it had been a quiet couple of weeks. And she was itching to get out.
So, when they told her that she could go, she was up and out of bed faster than anyone probably expected her to be.
And, much more expectedly, Sarah was there to greet her as she came out. In her normal, Sarah way. Rae chuckled a little bit. "Pneumonia," she corrected, not realizing until then exactly how stuffed up she still was. "And my life was empty without you too, darling. But I'm back now. And mostly better than ever."
She paused for a second, grinning. "For what it's worth, I could totally make a tomato taste awesome in fruit salad if I had the chance," she pointed out, not serious but using it as a way to thank Sarah for the sanity keepers while she was locked away.