Heather does not like doctors. So it's a sign of just how concerned she is over her situation that she's dragging herself to the medbay, propelling herself off the walls for momentum like a drunk who by all rights ought to be passed out. Head spinning, she manages to make it all the way to the entry of the medbay and doesn't even puke. She'll be proud of that, once she feels a little less like someone's thrown her into a cement mixer full of cold water. Pausing in the doorway, she tries to draw herself upright. Just because she's gone to medical doesn't mean she's got to be a drama queen about it.

"Hi," she says, and pitches over face-first.