It wasn't like Verity could blame Angelina for herding her like a goat. Verity recognized that she'd been acting weird, and Angelina was being... professorial. "I just really don't want to get stuck in hospital," she replied, softly. Which was a ridiculous understatement, but about as honest as she could get.
Verity followed Angelina into the hospital wing, her shoulders tense, and her chest tight. She was no longer panicking exactly, but if there was anywhere she could have gone, she would have. She shied away from Angelina's hand, even knowing that it would only arouse more suspicion.
"Miss Jones?" the matron asked, giving Verity the once over with a shrewd eye. "Have you been experiencing flu-like symptoms?"
She couldn't meet the matron's eyes, but she nodded. "Yeah," she admitted, her voice hoarse with tension. She glanced back at Angelina, apologetically. "For awhile now."