Feeling Fine
Summary: Dave catches a little tiny bug that could be more...
Disclaimer: own nothing!
A/N: I wrote this really fast and put it up really fast so I didn't really edit it very well. It was a spur of the moment sort of thing, so it may have a few mistakes.
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Chapter 1: Diagnoses
Dave tried to listen as Mark Green came in and out of focus. He blinked. He kept blinking. God I'm tired! he thought. His head throbbed. He'd take some pain killers later.
"So Kerry asked me to talk to you..." It's so hot in here! Do they ever turn down the heat?
"Dave! Are you paying attention to me?"
"You're crystal clear," he lied. He could barley make out a word Mark was saying.
"Abby... anorexic patient needs... Kerry... Carter, too..."
"Abby's anorexic and Weaver and Carter need patience? I know about Weaver and Carter, but-"
"No, you idiot, I said that Abby's anorexic patient needs her medication and Kerry told me that Carter wants a word with you too!"
"I really need to get some sleep!"
"You're always asleep Dave!"
"What time is it?"
"It's ten to five, but-"
"My shift ends in ten minutes. Do you mind if I leave early? And would it kill you to turn down the heat a little?"
"You will stay until your shift ends!" Mark demanded.
"You sound like Weaver!"
"You will go see Abby and talk to her about her patient! You will then go see Carter and see what he wants to talk to you about!" before Dave could reply, Carter walked by.
"Oh, Mark, could I borrow him for a second?"
"Go ahead!"
"Thanks. Malucci! Come here!" Dave dragged his feet over to Carter.
"No need to shout, Carter!"
"I didn't- Oh, never mind! Look, you've only been back a week, but-"
"I've been back at work for four days, Carter!"
"Really, it seems longer for some reason... Anyway, I think you should take a little longer vacation. I asked Kerry and she said it was fine if you come in first thing Wednesday morning," I'd kiss you, but that would be too gross! Dave thought. He needed sleep! He had gotten back from Mali five days ago and he still didn't think he was over the jet lag.
"I'd hardly call that a vacation. I only went over there because my friend was volunteering to help people over there and she wanted a real doctor to help. And thanks, Carter, but I have to go see-"
"Abby's patient? I got it."
"You know, Carter, you can be pretty decent when you want to be," Dave said before he went home.'
Dave did not have a peaceful sleep that night. He tossed and turned and he kept sweating. He woke up and still had a terrible booming headache! Every inch of him was too stiff to move so he just lay there for a while. He decided to get some Tylenol for his headache and so, with his body screaming loudly in protest, he slowly got up and walked to his bathroom. He saw himself in the mirror. He looked horrible. His eyes were puffy and bloodshot and his hair was damp from the sweat. His face gleamed with sweat and he was so hot! He splashed cold water on his face. That looks a little better he thought. He opened his medicine cabinet and got out the Tylenol. He ran his hand through his wet hair and went back to his bed. He still couldn't sleep. A few hours later, he got up again to get a drink of water. When he picked up the glass, he noticed his hand was shaking. The glass fell from his hands.
"I can't be sick!" his legs felt wobbly under him and wouldn't support his weight. He fell on his knees and held onto the counter.
"What the heck do I have?" he asked himself but answered it just as quickly. It's probably just a bug. A cold, or the flue, maybe... he got to his feet and made his way back to bed. He stood over it and as much as he couldn't sleep before, his legs failed him, as did the rest of his body and he fell onto the bed unconscious.
"Carter, have you seen Dave?" Kerry asked him when she ran into him in the hall.
"Huh? Oh, Dave, right! Well, uh, he wasn't looking too good yesterday so I said he could go home early. It was only ten minutes."
"Yeah, well, his shift's started and he's not phoned in sick yet..."
"It's Ok, I said I'd take his shift today. I didn't think he'd be up to it after the way he looked yesterday."
"OK, I just hope you didn't say he could have an extended vacation because I remember I told you no!"
"Yeah, why would I do that?" Carter asked. He had just saved both their butts. But thanks to Dave, he now had to work two shifts.
"Perfect!" he wondered how Dave was doing.
"Oh... Abby!" he said, as she passed.
"Hm?"
"Are you off?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Could you go check on Dave? I've called, but he won't answer his phone."
"I heard you gave him the day-"
"Don't say it! Weaver might hear!"
"Why are you being so nice to him?"
"Did you *see* him yesterday?"
"Yeah... He looked so... I understand. Yeah, maybe I'll go check up on him a bit later."
"Fine. In the mean time, I have to work two shifts!" Carter started to walk away when Abby's voice made him turn.
"And Carter?" he looked back at her, "That was really decent of you," he rolled his eyes and went to see a patient.
Abby stopped outside Dave's place around noon.
"Dave, you home?" she knocked on the door. Now there's a stupid question! He's sick, you idiot! Of course he's home! No one answered. But she did hear a moan.
"Dave?" she asked, more urgently. She checked to see if the door was unlocked. It wasn't. At least that meant no one had broken in. She didn't see any other sign of forced entry. The only response to her call was another moan.
"I'm coming in!" she said, and slammed herself against the door. After a few times it opened. She went into his bedroom and saw him laying on his bed, covered in sweat and shaking. He kept mumbling things.
"Oh my God!" she said when she saw him, "I can only guess how high his fever is!" But what could he have? She backed away from him when she had an idea and covered her mouth. He had returned from Mali five or six days ago. He had a high fever and was sweating like crazy.
"Oh my God," she said again, hand still over her mouth. She went over to the phone in the next room; she couldn't stay with him. She dialed 911.
"Hi, we have a situation here. I think this guy has Lassa Fever..."
"Lassa Fever? Abby, no, you can only get that in-" Carter started.
"Sierra Leone, Senegal, Gambia, Guinea, Ghana, Burkina Faso, Côte d'Ivoire and MALI!"
"But it's carried by a-"
"Rat."
"You are good," Carter said, looking at her. They looked through the glass at Dave who was on the hospital bed now, shaking and sweating.
"But that's contagious!" Mark Green said.
"It is," Abby said, still looking in at her sick friend, "But it can also fatal."
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Please review! I luv feedback! Chapter two will be up soon, how bad do you want it?
Summary: Dave catches a little tiny bug that could be more...
Disclaimer: own nothing!
A/N: I wrote this really fast and put it up really fast so I didn't really edit it very well. It was a spur of the moment sort of thing, so it may have a few mistakes.
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Chapter 1: Diagnoses
Dave tried to listen as Mark Green came in and out of focus. He blinked. He kept blinking. God I'm tired! he thought. His head throbbed. He'd take some pain killers later.
"So Kerry asked me to talk to you..." It's so hot in here! Do they ever turn down the heat?
"Dave! Are you paying attention to me?"
"You're crystal clear," he lied. He could barley make out a word Mark was saying.
"Abby... anorexic patient needs... Kerry... Carter, too..."
"Abby's anorexic and Weaver and Carter need patience? I know about Weaver and Carter, but-"
"No, you idiot, I said that Abby's anorexic patient needs her medication and Kerry told me that Carter wants a word with you too!"
"I really need to get some sleep!"
"You're always asleep Dave!"
"What time is it?"
"It's ten to five, but-"
"My shift ends in ten minutes. Do you mind if I leave early? And would it kill you to turn down the heat a little?"
"You will stay until your shift ends!" Mark demanded.
"You sound like Weaver!"
"You will go see Abby and talk to her about her patient! You will then go see Carter and see what he wants to talk to you about!" before Dave could reply, Carter walked by.
"Oh, Mark, could I borrow him for a second?"
"Go ahead!"
"Thanks. Malucci! Come here!" Dave dragged his feet over to Carter.
"No need to shout, Carter!"
"I didn't- Oh, never mind! Look, you've only been back a week, but-"
"I've been back at work for four days, Carter!"
"Really, it seems longer for some reason... Anyway, I think you should take a little longer vacation. I asked Kerry and she said it was fine if you come in first thing Wednesday morning," I'd kiss you, but that would be too gross! Dave thought. He needed sleep! He had gotten back from Mali five days ago and he still didn't think he was over the jet lag.
"I'd hardly call that a vacation. I only went over there because my friend was volunteering to help people over there and she wanted a real doctor to help. And thanks, Carter, but I have to go see-"
"Abby's patient? I got it."
"You know, Carter, you can be pretty decent when you want to be," Dave said before he went home.'
Dave did not have a peaceful sleep that night. He tossed and turned and he kept sweating. He woke up and still had a terrible booming headache! Every inch of him was too stiff to move so he just lay there for a while. He decided to get some Tylenol for his headache and so, with his body screaming loudly in protest, he slowly got up and walked to his bathroom. He saw himself in the mirror. He looked horrible. His eyes were puffy and bloodshot and his hair was damp from the sweat. His face gleamed with sweat and he was so hot! He splashed cold water on his face. That looks a little better he thought. He opened his medicine cabinet and got out the Tylenol. He ran his hand through his wet hair and went back to his bed. He still couldn't sleep. A few hours later, he got up again to get a drink of water. When he picked up the glass, he noticed his hand was shaking. The glass fell from his hands.
"I can't be sick!" his legs felt wobbly under him and wouldn't support his weight. He fell on his knees and held onto the counter.
"What the heck do I have?" he asked himself but answered it just as quickly. It's probably just a bug. A cold, or the flue, maybe... he got to his feet and made his way back to bed. He stood over it and as much as he couldn't sleep before, his legs failed him, as did the rest of his body and he fell onto the bed unconscious.
"Carter, have you seen Dave?" Kerry asked him when she ran into him in the hall.
"Huh? Oh, Dave, right! Well, uh, he wasn't looking too good yesterday so I said he could go home early. It was only ten minutes."
"Yeah, well, his shift's started and he's not phoned in sick yet..."
"It's Ok, I said I'd take his shift today. I didn't think he'd be up to it after the way he looked yesterday."
"OK, I just hope you didn't say he could have an extended vacation because I remember I told you no!"
"Yeah, why would I do that?" Carter asked. He had just saved both their butts. But thanks to Dave, he now had to work two shifts.
"Perfect!" he wondered how Dave was doing.
"Oh... Abby!" he said, as she passed.
"Hm?"
"Are you off?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Could you go check on Dave? I've called, but he won't answer his phone."
"I heard you gave him the day-"
"Don't say it! Weaver might hear!"
"Why are you being so nice to him?"
"Did you *see* him yesterday?"
"Yeah... He looked so... I understand. Yeah, maybe I'll go check up on him a bit later."
"Fine. In the mean time, I have to work two shifts!" Carter started to walk away when Abby's voice made him turn.
"And Carter?" he looked back at her, "That was really decent of you," he rolled his eyes and went to see a patient.
Abby stopped outside Dave's place around noon.
"Dave, you home?" she knocked on the door. Now there's a stupid question! He's sick, you idiot! Of course he's home! No one answered. But she did hear a moan.
"Dave?" she asked, more urgently. She checked to see if the door was unlocked. It wasn't. At least that meant no one had broken in. She didn't see any other sign of forced entry. The only response to her call was another moan.
"I'm coming in!" she said, and slammed herself against the door. After a few times it opened. She went into his bedroom and saw him laying on his bed, covered in sweat and shaking. He kept mumbling things.
"Oh my God!" she said when she saw him, "I can only guess how high his fever is!" But what could he have? She backed away from him when she had an idea and covered her mouth. He had returned from Mali five or six days ago. He had a high fever and was sweating like crazy.
"Oh my God," she said again, hand still over her mouth. She went over to the phone in the next room; she couldn't stay with him. She dialed 911.
"Hi, we have a situation here. I think this guy has Lassa Fever..."
"Lassa Fever? Abby, no, you can only get that in-" Carter started.
"Sierra Leone, Senegal, Gambia, Guinea, Ghana, Burkina Faso, Côte d'Ivoire and MALI!"
"But it's carried by a-"
"Rat."
"You are good," Carter said, looking at her. They looked through the glass at Dave who was on the hospital bed now, shaking and sweating.
"But that's contagious!" Mark Green said.
"It is," Abby said, still looking in at her sick friend, "But it can also fatal."
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