[Honestly, it's just some pretty basic care. Mostly "what are your symptoms" and "what have you been doing", and Ain sheepishly explains that he's been flying for two days through snow and such to get here, and then Eve barks out an "of course that's why you're sick". But other than the high fever, nothing else is wrong, though they predict that he's going to have congestion here in a day or so as his body recovers.
Ain is ordered to stay in bed and rest and eat, drink lots of water, take medicine, and that's really all there is to it. He's got some kind of flu, but that's nothing that rest and attention can't fix. So he takes the medicine they give him, drinks water, and considers laying back down, up until the smell of food is too tempting and he winds up digging in.
Either way, Vash won't have to move very far, if at all. He can fret over his bird all he wants.]
Your name was Vash, wasn't it? [Eve begins, once the two medics leave.] May I see your arm?
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Ain is ordered to stay in bed and rest and eat, drink lots of water, take medicine, and that's really all there is to it. He's got some kind of flu, but that's nothing that rest and attention can't fix. So he takes the medicine they give him, drinks water, and considers laying back down, up until the smell of food is too tempting and he winds up digging in.
Either way, Vash won't have to move very far, if at all. He can fret over his bird all he wants.]
Your name was Vash, wasn't it? [Eve begins, once the two medics leave.] May I see your arm?