Laura Roslin had to admit that she was an awful person to look after. Unless it was a cancer treatment, she'd do anything to keep moving and keep busy, even if it meant sneaking out of sickbay on more than one occasion.
Bill Adama however, was much worse.
He'd put his back out the day before whilst moving a heavy table in his quarters and had refused to admit there was anything wrong until he went to pick his glasses up from the floor and something in his spine seemed to snap.
Laura and Lee had found him on the floor after returning from a Quorum meeting. They'd helped him limp to sickbay, where he received no sympathy from Cottle nor Laura when he explained what he'd been doing.
'Frakkin' idiot. You should've waited for Saul or someone to help you. You know you have a dodgy back.' Cottle grumbled, a lit cigarette hanging from his mouth.
'He was busy…' Bill groaned, 'It was just a table.'
'Yeah, and now you've slipped a disk. Congratulations Madame President, you've really got yourself something here. Keep him off his feet for a couple of days and give him some of these.'
Laura had rolled her eyes, taken the painkiller bottle from the doctor's hands and helped her 'something' to his feet. They went, slowly back to their quarters.
24 hours later, and she was beginning to wonder what she'd really got herself into.
She'd been to a meeting on Colonial One, and had returned to find Bill in a similar position on the floor that she had done the previous day, on his right side and staring at the wall.
'I'm gone for two hours and you end up on the floor again?' she muttered, 'Do you need a full time babysitter?'
'I don't need to be babysat. Could you get a pillow? Don't think I'm going to be getting up for a while.'
Sighing, Laura removed her shoes, dumped her bag down on the sofa, and went and grabbed two pillows and a blanket from their rack before returning to the spot where Bill lay.
'Here.' she said whilst gently placing his pillow under his head, and then lay down so that he was behind her, putting her pillow down and drawing the blanket over the two of them.
Bill smiled as she turned over to face him, her dark wig momentarily brushing his face.
'Love you.' he whispered, kissing her nose.
'Love you too,' Laura replied, 'you frakkin' idiot.'
Maybe Bill wasn't such a bad patient after all.