Crosslegged on the end of her bed, Sarah bore through the entire routine of Dr Cox's with a demeanor that jumped back and forth over the 'bad patient' line depending on just how snarky the man was, but her attention was actually on the blonde who had come with him and introduced herself as Jaenelle, a Healer. Before she could really question that – was she a Healer in the Potter stories sense or something else? – Cox had proceeded to poke and prod and generally take her illness-inflamed temper up a few notches, as the man's bedside manner left a lot to be desired. Besides, Gabriel had already told them what was wrong, why did they have to do all of this?
Slapping a label on the last vial of blood, Cox dropped it into the case and then folded his arms over his chest and looked to Jaenelle.
"You're up, Lady." As he'd insisted, they both were to do things the way they normally would and then combine the information gathered to not only help the water-afflicted individuals, but find a cause to the more unique cases in the building, such as someone starving to death. At the heart of him, he still trusted medical science more than all these 'voodoo healing', 'human x-ray' and 'Spidergirl witch doctoring' powers, but right now, all of them were needed.