Doctor, doctor, gimme the news

[thepull_mods]

Who: Sick people and their well-wishers
When: May 13th-June 4th
Where: Hospitals and clinics all over the Port
Summary: A catch-all log for hospitalized people and their visitors all over the Port during the sickness plot. Everyone feel free to centralize your hospital visit threads here for convenience!
Warning: Please mark your threads if you'll need any.

Comments

Any time, though more protective later on B(

[cowboycop]

[Jake's just got back from feeding the animals and taking care of other things around the apartment. He comes in, still looking pretty sickly, despite his attempts to cover his many other symptoms - he got his daily call from Gant this morning just as he was finishing up, and Gant had "fixed" his NV such that there was no way Jake couldn't answer. He'd just left the damn thing at home after he'd gotten fed up with Gant's yapping.

After collapsing on his chair, which he's moved in between the two beds, he lets out a little sigh and adjusts his hat. He checks on Diego, who seems to be sleeping a bit, and then he turns to check on Maya and see how she's doing.]

let's say 20th

[acemedium]

[Maya's awake - barely, drifting in an out, and she can make out Jake's movements in the corner of her eye. She lifts her head to greet him - but that brings on a bout of dizziness and nearly makes her puke again]

D-Detective Marshall?

Sounds awesome. :|b

[cowboycop]

Yeah, it's me, I'm here.

[Jake immediately nudges her shoulder, to signal that she needs to put her head back down, then strokes her bangs off her forehead. He's checking her temperature at the moment. After that, Jake wets the little rag the nurses gave them in the cool water basin, and places it back on Maya's forehead. It's not much, but it should help somewhat.]

Didn't mean t'wake ya, little bit.

:D

[acemedium]

[She goes along with it, if only because she's too sick and weak and brain-scrambled to really argue. The cool rag feels soothing, though there's a trickle of water down her face.]

It's okay, I-I was already awake... [It's a lie, mostly, but she can't help wanting to assure him despite everything. Her mind's processing everything slowly, but she wonders if he's been here the whole time]

How... are you feeling?

[cowboycop]

[He can tell that it's a lie, but, he doesn't say anything. He also pulls his hat off because... well, he's feeling feverish, and that will help a little bit at least. Though, he does take the pitcher of water left at Maya's beside table and make a glass for himself. He doesn't want to risk making her drink right at the moment, though he's aware she needs to be hydrated pretty soon.]

I'm doin' just fine, bambina. An' don't you worry 'bout the apartment, I went over there an' made sure everythin' was in workin' order. [Except he didn't touch the espresso machines. Diego would kill him if he managed to wreck one of those.] Feelin' any better yet?