Sick Monkey's Pay In Gold

Scree gathered her magic item, intending on going out to find a good deal on it. She woke up feeling nauseous that morning, but she brushed it off as a fluke and reached for the handle of her door. Then it hit her! Dropping everything to the wooden floor she ran for her bathroom. All Hades broke loose on their version of indoor plumbing. After what seemed like an eternity on the toilet, she cleaned up then went to lay down. The hadozee wiped sweat from her brow and got under her covers to warm herself from the chill she suddenly felt. This was not good. After closing her eye for a while, realization struck like a blow to the head. She could heal herself! Sitting up, bracing her body from the onslaught of nausea, she tried to cast Heal on herself. Nothing. Nothing happened. Nothing except for the sharp pain in her side that sent her throwing up her guts over the side of her bed. Every spell, cantrip or otherwise... would cause her to do the same thing. Every time much worse than before. Scree, feeling weak at this point, told Mimicat to find one of her friends for help.
 
Hours later, or days, she wasn't sure...Mimicat sits on her chest making soft mimic noises. Using their shared telepathy, Mimicat told her he couldn't find their friends anywhere. (They were off doing their own downtimes) He told her how several people around the bastions and in town almost captured him in fear. He opened his mouth and spit out a vial of Superior Healing. "This is all I could find. I hope it helps." Scree, weak and miserable, takes it from him and opens it. She could tell it was a type of healing potion, so she downed it then fell asleep. She would wake up once in a while to find Mimicat watching carefully over her. He brought her water and food from her pack but she barely ate or drank. Nothing would stay down. She tried once more to do a simple cantrip, but it caused such a dizzy spell that she dry heaved into the bucket beside her for almost 10 minutes.
 
On day six she started to feeling somewhat better, and on day seven, she was able to hold down food and water. Chancing a spell, she tried to cast Mold Earth on the stone wall beside her. She was able to write her name in the stone. Mimicat cheered beside her. There was an urgent and loud knock at the door from someone in the Bastion, "Pardon me Lady Scree....but there is a very angry shop keeper here to speak to you."