"....Ill. Can't get Carson, he probably is... In John's room. Really, really..." Bad. Something. His attention's wandering, the feverish nightmare still at the edges of his vision.
A surge of worry follows these words, and Elizabeth is already at the door, throwing on her jacket as she moves. "Hold on, Rodney," she says, as reassuringly as she can manage. "I'm on my way."
Outside, and she's moving fast, back on the comm to the med-bay, ordering them to find Doctor Beckett, and to prepare for a potential emergency.
No lock-down, though. What is going on?
Finally, finally, she's at John's door, hammering on it in the hope that someone within is still conscious.
"...Open..." Rodney calls, a little irritably. He's sitting on the side of the bed, having just about managed to slide some trousers mostly on, fiddling with the zip.
He's drenched in sweat, but shivvering, while John lies on top of the tangled covers looking even worse.
"Elizabeth," he says again, rubbing at his face. "...You shouldn't be here..."
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"Rodney? What is it?"
She stands, puts down the book, ready to act.
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"Need lock down... maybe."
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Outside, and she's moving fast, back on the comm to the med-bay, ordering them to find Doctor Beckett, and to prepare for a potential emergency.
No lock-down, though. What is going on?
Finally, finally, she's at John's door, hammering on it in the hope that someone within is still conscious.
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He's drenched in sweat, but shivvering, while John lies on top of the tangled covers looking even worse.
"Elizabeth," he says again, rubbing at his face. "...You shouldn't be here..."
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