For dr_boyce

[cadet_amara]

It had started as a simple headache. Well, it was more like a blinding headache where the slightest light had made her cringe but she had decided to ignore that. She didn't have time to be sick. She had gone on with life, focused on reaching her goals and making her deadlines, and somehow completely missed the fever, and the dizzy, oddly disconnected feeling when she stood.

The last thing she remembered was the concerned look on someone's face. They were asking her something but she didn't understand what they were saying, which was odd as she felt that she should. Nor did she recognize any of the people around here, even though she knew she knew them. She had tried to get out of there, feeling an overwhelming urge to flee, and that was when she blacked out, falling into a feverish sleep.

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[dr-boyce.livejournal.com]

As a doctor and a friend, he did the only thing he could do. He watched and waited, monitoring her sleep and vitals, and tried desperately not to worry. Some were easier to do than others. On the second night, he slept in the chair beside her bed as nurses came and went.

[cadet-amara.livejournal.com]

((OOC: Fail notifs. Epic fail.))

It was early that morning when she finally started to wake. Everything still hurt and she was thirsty. Probably more thirsty than she had ever been in her life. She looked around, hoping to find the glass of water she usually kept by her bed. Then she realized she was in sickbay, and she slowly started to remember getting sick. When she saw Doctor Boyce she didn't want to wake him and bother him for something as simple as water, so she chose to get up and get it for herself. However, when she sat up she found that her entire body still ached, and her head felt like it was going to explode.

"Ow...."

[dr-boyce.livejournal.com]

How is it that doctors can seemingly be in two places at once when a patient is in distress? One moment, he's asleep in the chair. The next, he's wide awake and beside her, both supporting and restraining. He lowers her gently back down onto the biobed. "Lie still," he orders.

[cadet-amara.livejournal.com]

Even though she knew he was right she was still going to protest. She's a much better patient unconcious than awake.

"I was just getting water.... I'm fine."

[dr-boyce.livejournal.com]

"Yes of course you are," he replies, more surly than intended. "I could fry an egg on your forehead."

A straw materializes at her lips.

[cadet-amara.livejournal.com]

"I imagine that would be good for my skin." She drank, surprised how quickly the straw appeared.

"And why are the lights in here ridiculously bright?" She squinted, trying to shield them from the source of the offense.

[dr-boyce.livejournal.com]

"They're not."

Regardless, he reaches back and thumbs a panel, reducing the lights to a much dimmer setting. Quarter lights should be enough for him to see by and low enough to not bother his patient.

[cadet-amara.livejournal.com]

"Thank you." That was much better, though she was still hot and sweaty.

She watched him for about five seconds before getting restless. "So... when can I go back to work?"

[dr-boyce.livejournal.com]

He almost laughs. Almost. "You're a worse patient than I am."

And she knows that's saying a lot.

[cadet-amara.livejournal.com]

"I am not even in the same league as you." She countered, attempting to sit up again. "Come on, rough idea?"

[dr-boyce.livejournal.com]

He places a hand at her shoulder, blocking her attempt.

"Give it a couple days."

[cadet-amara.livejournal.com]

"I don't have time for a couple of days. I have a lot to do."

She never did like laying around.

[dr-boyce.livejournal.com]

"You'll make time." His tone says he'll suffer no argument. If she doesn't give her body the rest it needs, she'll only be in Sickbay longer.

[cadet-amara.livejournal.com]

She sighed and gave up on trying to get up. There was no way she was going to win this one and she knew it. Still... she could at least find somewhere more comfortable to rest.

"Can I at least rest in my quarters instead of here?"

[dr-boyce.livejournal.com]

"If I give you an inch, you'll take a mile."

No. She'll have to stay in Sickbay.

[cadet-amara.livejournal.com]

"Even if I promise to be good?" She was putting on her best "sincere" look.

[dr-boyce.livejournal.com]

"You can promise anything you want." She's still not leaving.

[cadet-amara.livejournal.com]

She sighed and pouted just a little. "Fine.... I give up."

[dr-boyce.livejournal.com]

"Put the lip away," he says.

[cadet-amara.livejournal.com]

"What lip?" She was a pro at pouting.

[dr-boyce.livejournal.com]

"Don't feign ignorance."

[cadet-amara.livejournal.com]

That just made her pout more. "I have naturally pouty lips. Not my fault. Blame my mother."

[dr-boyce.livejournal.com]

He cracks a smile. "You can't blame everything on genetics."

[cadet-amara.livejournal.com]

"I can blame a hell of a lot on them. That's one of them."

She returned his smile a little before looking around for some clues as to what was going on.

"What happened?"

[dr-boyce.livejournal.com]

"You did your best impression of a deer caught in headlights and then passed out."

There isn't any humor present in his report. It scared the hell out of him.

[cadet-amara.livejournal.com]

Oh yes, now it was coming back to her.

"I didn't understand anything anyone was saying...It was strange."

She sighed, knowing that meant she'd probably be here a while. "How long was I out?"

[dr-boyce.livejournal.com]

Honestly, he's lost track of time. He has to glance at the chronometer before replying. "Eighteen hours."

Short stretches of incoherent semi-consciousness doen't count.

[cadet-amara.livejournal.com]

She looked shocked. She thought for sure she'd only missed an hour at best. "That's almost a whole day.... I must have missed... I'm going to be so far behind..."

Her first concern was always her work. Health be damned.

[dr-boyce.livejournal.com]

"Don't worry about your work. Worry about your health."

There are other people who can pick up her duties. She's the only one who can focus on resting.

[cadet-amara.livejournal.com]

She sighed and looked at the ceiling. "I'm not good at slacking off."

Yes, she considered being sick slacking off. She'd power through a broken leg if allowed to.

[dr-boyce.livejournal.com]

"Oh is that what you call this?"

[cadet-amara.livejournal.com]

"Laying here doing nothing? Absolutely."

She's been awake five minutes and she's already restless.

[dr-boyce.livejournal.com]

"Well now's your opportunity to perfect your skills."

Again, there's little humor in his voice.

[cadet-amara.livejournal.com]

"Or drive you completely crazy." She countered. "Assuming my head stops feeling like it's going to explode."