The "please," soft and pleading, almost undid him; how quickly Sean had worked his way beneath David's defenses. But this was a medical matter, and he wouldn't be swayed. He admired Sean's tenacity, his devotion, but he couldn't stand by any longer and let Sean wear himself down to nothing. He let his expression soften just a little, but his voice was as firm as ever.
"He's better when you're around, yes. But he's better, in general. You're not helping him by wearing yourself into a state of exhaustion. What I want you to do is to shower, eat, sleep. Cris will be fine while you're away--Raj will take good care of him. I trust Raj. And you need to trust me, trust that I have only your best interests in mind. I'll bring you back when I come back on shift. I promise."
"Corrigan." Raj's crisp voice made them both turn to look at him. He crossed his arms over his chest, and his chin lifted. "It is best to go with Beckham. Neither I nor Beckett will be so understanding now--we have reached the ends of our patience with you. Go now, or end up in a bed in the main ward connected to an IV line. I am most serious about this. Both my colleagues will back me up on this." He paused. "And you do not wish to make me angry with you."
David and Carson had talked about Sean and his constant presence in the infirmary, though not seriously enough; Sean had been seen with food trays, and he slept, though not enough, nor well. David pitched his voice lower. "C'mon, Sean." He let his thumb rub gently over the curve of Sean's biceps. "Sleep. You know you need it. Nothing bad is going to happen--" and David believed that, given Cris was stable, physically, "--and if it does, I'll bring you back myself, immediately."
"He's better when you're around, yes. But he's better, in general. You're not helping him by wearing yourself into a state of exhaustion. What I want you to do is to shower, eat, sleep. Cris will be fine while you're away--Raj will take good care of him. I trust Raj. And you need to trust me, trust that I have only your best interests in mind. I'll bring you back when I come back on shift. I promise."
"Corrigan." Raj's crisp voice made them both turn to look at him. He crossed his arms over his chest, and his chin lifted. "It is best to go with Beckham. Neither I nor Beckett will be so understanding now--we have reached the ends of our patience with you. Go now, or end up in a bed in the main ward connected to an IV line. I am most serious about this. Both my colleagues will back me up on this." He paused. "And you do not wish to make me angry with you."
David and Carson had talked about Sean and his constant presence in the infirmary, though not seriously enough; Sean had been seen with food trays, and he slept, though not enough, nor well. David pitched his voice lower. "C'mon, Sean." He let his thumb rub gently over the curve of Sean's biceps. "Sleep. You know you need it. Nothing bad is going to happen--" and David believed that, given Cris was stable, physically, "--and if it does, I'll bring you back myself, immediately."
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