[OTA, TAG AMBER] Aren't doctors supposed to heal?

[tacticalmind]

Rob had turned onto his side as much as he could manage with all the things streaming into him and in the awkward position the bed was. He gripped hold of the edge of the mattress and tried to stifle a moan of pain. He really wanted to just curl up in a ball, his joints were aching so much, but the upright position he was forced to remain in was

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[cutthroatbitch]

Amber had seen to the ELISA antigen test when Rob had been out for the count a little earlier. It was getting late now, and Chase had told her she was going to have to knock off to get some sleep or he would cut her security access pass to the labs. He would, too. She had seen him use tactics like that before. She had one round of obs to to on Rob first, then she had to reluctantly leave for the night, albeit, her pager would be at the ready. She was hoping the soldier had still been asleep because his awareness to the symptoms was lessened then. No suck luck, though. She could see how wet his gown was even from the doorway and she pulled some more gloves on as she entered.

She picked up the cloth from the bowl of water on his nightstand and started to wipe it over his face. They were resorting to even sponging him down to keep his temperature from rising even more. "You should have buzzed for some help, soldier," she told him. "Anything new to report?"

[tacticalmind]

"I have a tube up my dick. What about you?" Rob said through a wet cough, holding her hand with the cloth away from his face long enough for him to retch into the bag again. He drew in a raspy breath once he was done and rested his cheek against the corner of his pillow. "How can you look so perky? I want to slap you for that right now."

[cutthroatbitch]

"I love you too, Superman," Amber returned, knowing he would appreciate the banter to keep him sane. "We'll save the bondage for when you have the strength to hold the whip. We had to put the catheter in. The seizures are too unpredictable. We couldn't risk you getting up for a pee and smacking your head on the bathroom wall when you go down. I hate to break it to you, Specialist, but you're stuck in bed until we know you aren't going to take a turn and hurt yourself."

[tacticalmind]

Rob looked at her blankly. "Fuck. This escape just keeps getting better and better," he said sarcastically as he rubbed his hand across his itchy stomach again. "Are you telling me I can't even get a shower? I feel like crap. Look at me. It's like I went for a swim in the beach and came back to crawl into bed without bothering with a towel. Amber, c'mon. Offer me something to feel at least a bit better here?"