[Her mind still swims, but not as badly as it once did. She's getting better at working with her fogginess, like a dance. It's through that she manages to stay lucid, or perhaps pass some lucidity on.]

Oh. Fucking, of course.

[She laughs, raw and loud. And then coughs, spitting up some more flowers and blood. Ugh.]

So who do I actually go for to get my treatment, hmm? Is it you? [She smiles, but it fades quickly. She feels like shit.] Say, doctor. Do they have... specialized spas, here?