[CLOSED TO PETER] Some answers, finally

[chasemd]

There really wasn't anything pleasant about Chase post-surgery. He was hot, sweaty, tired and had sore feet. He had merely scrubbed out and accompanied Cameron and Foreman back to the ICU to make sure Rob was still as stable as he was when he came out of Recovery. He was just adjusting the ventilator tube around Rob's throat when he caught sight of

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[imgrounded]

Peter returned Chase's smile and rubbed at his eyes. He certainly didn't feel as bad as the last time he'd woken up. He cleared his throat, trying to take stock to work out if maybe anything was missing, or something was added. Everything seemed the same, just that his mind wasn't as fogged up as before.

"Actually, it's got nothing on the sex on this side. At least the sex with you," he smirked. Peter pushed his fingers through his dark hair and watched Chase with Rob. "I feel like I've missed a few things. What's been going on?"

[chasemd]

Chase pulled the blanket back up over Rob's legs and nodded as he came to sit beside Peter. "Yeah, you missed all the action. Wild parties, tequila body shots, sex on the exam tables. It was awesome," he joked.

He stretched the tired muscles in his back. "We had about four crashes simultaneously, but it led to House finding the diagnosis. Your diagnosis, at least. Rob, on the other hand, isn't getting any better and we just had to cut his brain open and biopsy a cerebral abscess we found on the MRI, then drain it. But he's doing my head in. He's in a coma, but I could have swore he was dreaming at one point there." He pointed up to the IV bag. "We've started you on some meds. You should be feeling a lil better."

[imgrounded]

"Just my luck. Hope you guys aren't in the habit of letting the Head Nurse miss out on all that fun often. I think it would be professionally remiss of me not to experience the wild side of the hospital," Peter replied, playing along.

"No wonder you still look like shit. And also kinda hot, but I'm not really in any position to jump you right now. Dreaming? I guess it's possible. Not like anyone really knows what goes on with a coma." Peter's eyebrows went up before he craned his neck to see the IV bag. "So what's the diagnosis, Doc?"

[chasemd]

"Well, it is the Doctor-in-charge's responsibility to make sure the Head Nurse lives up to his title, you know. Can't have inadequate staff members." Chase smirked and waved his hand a little. "But don't worry, I've been saving some work for you, in all seriousness. A couple of applications for nursing positions came in. When you're feeling better, I wanted to talk to you how you feel about taking a trainee nursing assistant under your wing, maybe with view to getting him qualified if he sticks around on the island long enough."

He laughed softly. "S'ok, I don't think I'm in any position to even get it up." He glanced back at Rob with a frustrated sigh. "Clinically, it's not really possible, but you're right, no one really knows. His heart started racing and his eyes were flickering. And he's also... info has come to light that he died back home." He looked at him wryly. "You've been letting more than me bite you lately, it seems. You have Dengue Hemorrhagic Fever, contracted by mosquito bites."