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"Okay, Mr Sanders I'm doctor Ryan. I'm just going to have a look at your throat to see if we can see where this blood is coming from."

Greg was lying in a hospital bed, wearing one of the hospital provided gowns and had been waiting about ten minutes for someone to come and take a look at him. As soon as the medics had taken him in, he was assigned a room and left to change on his own. He'd stopped coughing and to be quite frank, he felt like walking out. He obviously wasn't an emergency and the hospital obviously didn't think so either since he'd just been left on his own for almost a quarter of an hour. So why was he there? He thought to himself.

"Just open your mouth for me." Doctor Ryan told him. He opened his mouth as the doctor shone a torch into it. He clicked it off and stood back. "Well I can't see anything wrong so far. You say this is the first time you've sick up blood?"

Greg nodded. "Yeah, it was just a few hours ago and I felt fine before then and I feel fine now."

Doctor Ryan frowned confused. "Any pain anywhere?"

Greg shook his head. "Not really, my chest hurts a little when I cough a lot but that's it."

"Okay, well I'll see when I can get an x-ray for you, just to make sure everything is alright." The doctor told him.

"There's no need for that. Really. Someone else will be needing your assistance more than me so you should go and get to them." Greg told him.

Doctor Ryan smiled. "Mr Sanders, all of my patients get what they deserve and I think it's advisable we do an x-ray."

Greg shook his head though. "Don't bother okay. I'm fine, there's no need for it."

"The only way I won't give you one is if you refuse to have one." Doctor Ryan told him.

Greg shrugged slightly. "Then I refuse. Thanks for your time but I'm done."

Doctor Ryan shook his head. "Alright then. Well this could possibly be a chest infection; so I'm going to prescribe you some antibiotics and hopefully they'll clear this up for you." He told him. Greg raised an eyebrow in response.

"Right, I see no reason why you have to stay here; you can change and go home."

"Just make sure you sign the papers." Doctor Ryan told him before leaving the room.

"You're kidding me?" Nick asked amazed. "They let you out saying it was a chest infection?"

Nick had followed the medics to the hospital and was there when Greg came out and told him he would drive him home, surprised he was out so soon.

Greg nodded with raised eyebrows. "Yeah, the doctor didn't seem worried at all. That's gotta be a good thing right?"

"Well yeah," Nick said, "But you were on the floor, man. They think that's because of a chest infection? I don't buy it."

Greg shrugged. "It's nothing to worry about, I feel fine."

Nick glanced over to his friend and sighed inside. He never seemed to think of himself. "Well, maybe it's good that you're having the night off. Russell said you can have the next few days off too."

"I don't need any more time off. I'll just have tonight and come back as usual tomorrow." Greg told him.

"Really? You don't want a bit longer, he won't mind." Nick told him.

But Greg shook his head. "Seriously, I'm fine."

Two weeks later

Greg was back at work as usual and had been fine. He was back out in the field and things at the lab were all running smoothly. However, his cough still had not gone and a small amount of blood would still come out every now and then. But there was no way he was going to tell the others; they hadn't let him out their sight for a week after his last episode in the lab. And he really didn't see any need to bother them.

He and Nick had just been sent out to a scene of which they had just arrived. They grabbed their kits out the back of the Denali and climbed up an incline just on the outskirts of the desert to get to the scene. Nick jogged to the top and Greg followed closely, but slowed near the top, breathing heavily. When he was at the top, Nick turned to him with a smile. "What?" Greg asked him.

"You're tired after that? I think you need to work out more." He joked and patted his hand heavily on his back.

Greg laughed but soon stopped as he tried to catch his breath. He followed Nick again to the little house where police were waiting for them. "Body in here?" Nick asked when they reached them.

One of the police nodded and lifted the tape for them as they ducked under. When they got inside, Nick started documenting the body, only photographing it since the coroner was yet to arrive, but had to stop when all he could hear was Greg wheeze, still trying to catch his breath.

"Jeez man, you need those medics that you had a few weeks ago?" Nick joked again and Greg laughed. Although he was getting annoyed at how the team would always bring up what had happened in the lab, even though it had happened weeks previous.

A few minutes later and Greg was breathing normally again and was concentrating on his work. The house was old, and it looked like the old lady who had died lived in just the main room. Her bedroom looked untouched except for a jewellery box which had been emptied and her spare room was just as dusty.

Greg pulled open an old wardrobe door, where the dust had been disturbed and when it opened, dust fell from inside straight onto Greg. He flapped it away with his hands but soon began coughing again. He tried to keep it quiet but the dust really got him going. He made his way out the house and he saw Nick stand up as he went by him. When he got outside the officers asked if he was alright and he nodded to them, unable to speak.

He coughed and coughed and Nick stood by him, watching as Greg choked and gasped to get some air. It took a minute for his coughing to subside and when it did, Greg saw his glove covered in speckled red. He quickly pulled it off in hopes that Nick would not see and wrapped it around itself.

"Is that blood?" Nick asked and he turned his head slightly to face him.

"No."

Nick stared at him and grabbed the glove out of his hand. He unravelled it and then looked back up to Greg. "What the hell? Has this not cleared up yet?"

Greg closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Nick, it's nothing to worry about. I've still got some antibiotics to use; they've probably not started working yet." He tried to tell him.

"Don't talk to me like I'm stupid Greg. You need to go back to the hospital." He told him sternly.

"Look, if I thought it was something to worry about don't you think I would have gone to see about it already by myself?" Greg asked him.

"No I don't, because you're obviously not seeing what I am. There's blood on here Greg." Nick told him, holding the glove out towards him. "Please go and see a doctor about this."

Greg threw his hands up. "Fine. But you have to leave me alone."

"Deal."


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