Mark insisted on taking Carter home and making sure that he got into bed. He told Kerry that he was taking Carter home and would be back in about an hour. He wouldn't let Carter drive, so they left his jeep in the parking lot and took Mark's car. All through the journey Carter moaned that he was fine and he would just have to sweat the fever out, but Mark wasn't buying any of it.
He turned to Carter and said, very seriously "John (he never called him by his first name unless it was serious), you are sick. You will go home and you will rest. I don't want you falling down on the job, or worse. You understand?"
"Oh, alright" said Carter, clearly not happy with arrangement.
When they got to Carter's apartment, Mark stood outside his bedroom door while Carter got changed and got into bed. Mark came in the room, and said he'd be back to check on him later or he would send someone else – no excuses.
Carter looked at the clock next to his bed. It was 11 am, and broad daylight. Carter didn't feel tired, so he went into the lounge room to watch some TV. He flicked through the channels until he landed on a film he loved – Titanic. It was a bit girly but he didn't care. He settled down on the sofa, lying with his feet up and a glass of OJ on the table next to him.
he felt his eyelids begin to droop.