Banter chittered unhappily, wringing the leather handle of their bag as if they intended to strangle it. In reality, they were trying to get back to camp as quickly as they could. As one of the few doctors in the area who was on call for travel, they were away from their tent when someone told them who had been dropped off at their tent. The messenger hadn't given them much in the way of an explanation, only that it was bad and that they were needed right away. It would've been nice to know more but they were far past that by now. They can see the canvas of their tent up ahead and they heave a sigh. Not enough relief to slow their pace, as they run to the door and almost tear the canvas, opening the tent wide.
Their temporary living quarters are well kept and clean, with a sectioned-off area in the back for an "office" and what could barely be called a bedroom, while the rest of the medical tent had an area that seemed to be where the rest of their tools were kept and at least four cots spread out with light probably easy to tear. Tom had likely found a place on one of these cots, a little worn, but nicer than a military medical cot with a plush pillow and blankets. Banter is quick to set their bag down, and hustle over to the sanitary station, where they can be heard washing their hands for a moment before turning to Tom with a worried smile.
"H-Hello! I'm terribly sorry I wasn't quicker, I was in town helping with another patient. You're the sick one they brought in?" Banter steps closer, squinting as they draw near before they shake their head with a nervous laugh. "What am I saying?! Of course, you are! There's no one else here, haha! Alright, then let's see the damage then." The doctor pulls a rolling stool near and sits on it, tugging along a small rollable desk with them, which rattles a little from age. They throw a mask over their face when Tom coughs, though it doesn't hide the concern on their face. A thermometer is pulled out and they're quick to place it in the other's mouth, perhaps chittering irritatedly if Tom initially declined. While they wait, Banter is quick to do a quick check-up across the man's body, checking his eyes, his ears, making sure that there wasn't something they were missing. They hum and ha as they go, occasionally pausing to jot something down on a notepad before continuing. The thermometer shows what they already expected and they tut worriedly.
"My, my that's a little high, isn't it." They mutter to themselves, standing and gesturing for Tom to sit up. "You've been coughing this whole time, would you mind if I listened for your breathing, sir." They'd wait until Tom sits up, before pulling out a curious stethoscope, one they quickly attach to their antennae before pressing it to the man's back and instructing him to breathe.
Immediately, they furrow their brow, looking suddenly uneasy. They move to another spot. They chitter nervously at what they hear. This goes on for a few more moments before Tom could likely hear Banter unhook the stethoscope and set it on the desk, their voice chittering and anxious under their breath as they step away, moving to a makeshift cabinet that appears to be full of medicines, and they're quick to procure a bottle of something and after filling up a glass of water they return, handing Tom a glass of water.
"I'm giving you an expectorant to clear the gunk out of your lungs, and I'll set you up with an antibiotic to stave of infection." They say flatly, setting a small tray with a few pills on the bedside table, before they look at Tom again, their antennae flicking towards him, their mandibles moving about nervously. "I've... You're like no human I've treated before. It's very concerning to me. Do you... know anything about that, sir?"