"You haven't been taking your medication, little miss."
Rhiannon looked up at the familiar voice to see Doctor Michael sitting at the desk in her room, writing on a piece of paper. He always appeared when she needed advice regarding her condition; she trusted him more than any other doctor she had seen with her parents. Having first met him when she was very young, he had promised to always look over her when he could. He had told her to keep her illness a secret, even from her parents, since it would only make them worry and as an Ellyll she'd be immune to it.
"It's only been so bad today, Doctor." She said as she struggled up and then over to her unpacked travel case. Inside was a small tub of pills he had given her before she came here, instructing her to take two when her chest felt especially bad. "I started coming the moment my chest started hurting again." She said, taking two of the pills with a glass of water from the bathroom. She liked the taste of the pills; they had a sweet tasted compared to other tablets like paracetamol.
"Good girl. Well, I'm working here at the school so if you need any help I'm always around. And remember, don't tell anyone, except Flint, about your illness. It would only make them worry." Rhiannon frowned, trying to think if she had seen him at the school at any point although the Doctor had told her he would be coming here.
"How did you know he saw me?" She asked suspiciously but the Doctor merely laughed.
"I have magic too, little miss. I shall see you later." And with that he disappeared leaving Rhiannon a little bewildered.
"I better go back and meet the others." She muttered, leaving her room and heading back to the assigned meeting place with a clean handkerchief in her pocket.