The weak coughs caught Amber's attention immediately and she shifted from her seat by the door she had taken residence in since Chase ordered her to watch for any changes. Rob's eyes opened a little and he reflexively reached up to take the oxygen mask away, but she managed to catch his hand before he did. Her hand cupped his wrist as she eased his ( Read more... )

It was the knock that woke Rob, sharp and purposeful like it always was. Fox never took any shit, and he wasn't sure she realised that came out in most of her every day actions. It took him a few groggy moments to realise he was still on the bathroom floor. The smell of vomit was strong and he realised in disgust that he had missed the toilet, ( Read more... )

Rob laid his arm across the circumference of the toilet bowl and rested his drenched forehead against his elbow. He tried to swallow away the horrible taste in his mouth, but it just seemed to aggravate the tickle right at the back of his throat and caused him to break into another coughing fit which just led to another wave of vomiting. Bad ( Read more... )

So, it was four in the afternoon... there are plenty of other people out there that drink at four in the afternoon to get drunk, like that fat guy at the end of the bar on his sixth beer. Or House. He was pretty certain somewhere, in another part of the world, some other bitter bastard was conniving his way out of proper duties just like he was. ( Read more... )

It had felt like days, but Rob was finally starting to feel better. The cough was lingering, but it was nowhere near as bad as it was. He had stopped trying to hack up a lung and his tonsils everytime there was a tickle in his throat and and his nose was actually in prime working order again. He was sick of being holed up in his room, which was the ( Read more... )

Rob had veered from stubborn, delusional, confident soldier, to pathetic, self-pitying ball of miserable around lunch time the day after meeting the unique Dr Volakis. He went from vehemently denying he could have caught anything on service to deciding he had about ten different tropical diseases from drinking island beach water. Not that he ( Read more... )

Rob hadn't been sure if Fox meant she wanted him to meet her pal straight away following their string of text messages, but after flopping onto his bed and channel-surfing for a little while, he went out like a light with the remote still in his hand and TV still on... then slept right through the night. He woke up feeling like a piece of shit, ( Read more... )

Rogue sat at the bar in the Blue Lagoon, and considered her options. She'd already started with a glass of whiskey, but the amber liquid had gone down quicker than planned, and now she was considering something a little different ( Read more... )

Fox didn't run away. She did, however, choose not to stick around after something if she could help it. Leaving after their rendezvous on the beach was something Fox wanted to do. It was too weird waking up in the same bed as Rob, even if they'd managed to make it back to his room somewhere in the early hours of the morning. Sand in unusual places ( Read more... )

Rob made it to the beach a lot earlier than their agreed time of nine pm. In fact, it was just after seven when made his way slowly across the soft sand, still warm from the scorching daytime sunshine. He had a paper take-out bag clutched in one hand holding a burger and fries, a chocolate shake in the other. The sun was just starting to set and ( Read more... )