Day Two

After changing into the pajamas, they had slept on the collapsable beds, tired and sore. When the happiness and distorted thinking had worn off, the two of them had become crabby. Ending up with Bo muttering something about needing sleep and Lauren working on the computer, keeping an up-to-date journal of the events as well as relaying the information to other coworkers and the Ash.

The sleep had been awful, when she finally fell asleep on the hard, thin bed, she woke with the fever and Bo delirious.

Being fae, Bo hardly had the flu and really only had it as a child. Now though, she was in a state of fever, moaning in pain as her vision blurred and everything was too hot or too cold.

Lauren, in her own state of fever, had woken up with the head ache and stumbled for painkillers and a glass of water before she returned to Bo. "Thanks Doc," Bo shivered as she knocked back the drugs and water. "Wont stop the fever though."

"Ten to fourteen hours of this, you may have slept through a few hours without realizing," she coaxed, running her fingers over the Bo's forehead and dragging her sweat-damp hair off from her face.

"These clothes itch," Bo whispered, half smiling as she swallowed at the returned dryness in her throat. "And when this is over, I'll need a shower." Lauren paused, licking her lips nervously as she stared at Bo.

"There isn't exactly a shower," she whispered.

"What is there then?" Lauren frowned, shaking her head - which turned out to be a bad idea as it spun. Stumbling slightly, she let out a small laugh and placed a hand on Bo's shoulder.

"Go back to sleep Bo, it doesn't matter right now."

Bo nodded, to tired to argue, and shut her eyes as Lauren quietly looked her over again. She'd be lying if she didn't admit that Bo, in her fever induced state, made Lauren's heart beat harder. Inhaling, she stood up and walked to the laptop, pulling it open and clicking open a web browser. The light, tapping, clicks of furiously typing ran over the keyboard as she emailed all the new information over, condensing it to a simpler format.

Time past as Lauren worked through the fever, determined to continue with procedure as from time to time, she awoke Bo, forced water and drugs down her throat and did the same to herself before she went from sleeping to working.

By the late afternoon, both their fevers had broke and Lauren was sitting at the computer staring at the terrible punctuation, half finished sentences and stray thoughts. She hadn't realized how badly the fever had affected her until then. With a sigh, she closed the computer and turned to Bo.

"I smell," Bo said as she sat up with a groan, "and I feel gross."

Though their fevers were broken, the two of them were drained of all energy and even with all their sleep, they both would much happier if they could be in their own homes, in their own beds.

But that wasn't an option.

"So, what were you talking about before...with the shower?" Bo asked.

Lauren smiled at her. "As you probably noticed, the toilet doesn't run through the sewage system but actually goes under..." she paused as Bo frowned at her, "you didn't notice did you?" she dropped her hands into her lap, sighing as Bo shook her head. "Well, there isn't a shower, what there is, is a few tanks of water. One of them runs with the toilet, and the other is for everything else."

"So there's a bathtub?"

Lauren's hands gestured as she shook her head left and right, half confirming, "In a matter of words." Bo stood up, scratching at the back of her neck.

"I'm not sure I understand."

Lauren's mouth opened and shut before she stood up and walked to grab the 'tub.' Coming back, Bo's eyes went wide.

"What are we in, the Victorian era?" Lauren looked at the tub, it was big enough to hold someone with their knees up, or sitting upon their knees perhaps. Lauren shrugged.

"We were in the process of fixing this, but it wasn't on the Ash's list of priorities, and to be honest, not on mine either. We haven't had a quarantine here in over a hundred years, according to records. Excluding one case of escaped, infected pixies but that only lasted a few hours in the eighties..." Bo sighed, staring at the metal tub.

"You'll have to wash my back," she muttered. Her eyes looked up. Meeting Lauren's, her lips curled into a smile as she walked over. "You were all doctor when I was in the fever," she murmured. Lauren inhaled and smiled, looking down to the floor. Silently hating how the softly spoken words, affected her.

"That's what I do Bo, I care for you...for people - well Fae." She smiled and flicked her eyes up at her own words. "You know what I mean."

Biting her lip, temptation sliding inside her, Bo nodded. Slowly her eyes went to the tub. "How do we fill it?" she asked. "Do we have to get a bucket and heat it up or something?" Lauren chuckled at her.

"We do have hot water these days, Bo. Did you ah...want to get clean now?"

"Well, I don't think my smell is that pleasant at the moment," she grinned, "so yeah, I would to be honest." Nodding, Lauren grabbed the small tub and took it over to the side of the room, into a separate room where a two taps were. Filling the tub midway, she then had Bo help her carry it out of the small room and back to where the beds were.

Standing up, Lauren took in a breath as she suddenly felt nervous again. "There's clothes, a towel, and some bathroom-"

"Stay," Bo said, "I'll ah...need help washing my back," she whispered. "I can't see it and..."

Lauren smiled, "Is this a ploy to get me to see you undress or something?" she asked. Bo bit her lip, shaking her head.

"No, if it was I'd ask you to examine me because I feel weird or something." Grinning, she took Lauren's hands in hers, pulling her closer, "But after I get clean, maybe I could help you," she said to her.

Lauren looked up at the ceiling, smiling as she nodded, "I see." Smiling, Bo turned around and removed her clothes, carelessly dropping them to the floor before she climbed into the tub, drawing her knees up to her body. "What was the third stage again?" She asked.

Lauren smiled, "Endorphins, adrenaline, sugar. It won't affect us for a few hours though," she whispered, keeping eye contact regardless of the urge to run her eyes down Bo's body. Bo arched her neck, pushing herself closer to Lauren. She grazed their lips momentarily, feeling the small graze electrify down her spine, before Lauren pulled away.

"Lauren?" Bo whispered. Her eyes flicking between the doctor's. Reaching up, she softly placed a hand on Lauren's arm, watching as her cheeks heated a bright red.

"I..." she began softly. Looking up she shook her head, smiling at Bo.

"What?" Bo prodded.

Leaning forward, Lauren grabbed Bo's lips with her own, kissing her hard until Bo sunk deeper into the tub. Pulling away, she looked down at Bo. "I probably shouldn't be here," she said, "with you like this," she laughed softly.

"Why not?"

"Because, with us both contaminated it's difficult to say what could happen and even less on if it's even good for our health," Lauren pointed out before kissing Bo's lips, "but believe me when I say that I want to."