Battle wounds he can stand...
As John Sheppard turned the corner into the infirmary he was met by a strange sight. Ronan, shirtless, was grasping Dr Keller by the arm, stopping her reaching him. To her credit, she didn't look intimidated, matching him glare for glare.
"Chewy, let the good doctor do her work" Sheppard said with a smirk.
"She's making it worse" Ronon growled in reply.
Keller let out an annoyed huff. "You, sit down. Stay still" she said firmly. "You, no laughing" this was directed at Sheppard as he leant against the wall to watch the fun.
Resisting for a moment longer out of principle, and shooting a hot glance at his team leader, Ronon seated himself on the bed and allowed Keller to continue her ministrations.
"Honestly, I have never known anyone make such a fuss about chicken pox" she muttered as she dabbed lotion on the last few blisters, " and if you even think about scratching these I am duct taping oven gloves onto your hands. Got it?"