"Nurse, doctor, either way," Sarah said, rolling her eyes, though that was mostly for the mention of Toby. She hadn't missed the motive behind the soup and she'd told her brother she was fine. Eating the last Pop Tart (and, admittedly, the last of a half-full package of candy bars) wasn't the sign of anything he needed to be worrying about. She'd neglected to realize, however, that others might notice the weight drop she'd been mostly ignoring.
"No, he's miffed because he was messing around in class and got called on it," she said, that edge of irritation creeping back in over something that, a week earlier, would have been noted with mild amusement, "and me not feeling good means it was my fault and not his."
Still, she leaned into the touch and, after a pause, answered him. "I've been jittery, like I couldn't sit still, but now I'm just tired. I can't stay focused, my vision's a little spotty and apparently I'm repeating things in class. That's on top of this mutant appetite." She grinned, but there was a fatigued air to it. "Figures I wouldn't get a fun mutation from living in this city."