First of all I Love that people actually read my story. I don't want to make an 100.000 story so I think there are going to be 10 Chapters Its a good number :"-).

Chapter 7: Allergies?

Tamara looked in Hank's eyes while she was laying on the couch two pair of hazelnut eyes were checking her out. She wasn't feeling too well and didn't like the idea of laying helpless on a couch.

'Hmm,' Hank mumbled he stood still but his head was running through his medical knowledge.

'How sick am I?' Tamara said, her voice sounded weak and unsteady.

'It looks like you got worse after the antibiotic' Hank said it slowly like he needed to understand it himself.

'What that's impossible every time I got sick and you needed to play mother hen, I got better after you gave me some sort of antibiotic' Evan said he was pacing up and down the living room.

'I know Evan but it seems like her body sees the antibiotic as an enemy and attacks it' Hank was looking at the pale girl on the couch.

'So fix it, there are 300 brands of antibiotics I'm sure one of the 300 will do what it's supposed to do' Evan said this without thinking, Evan was smart and after he said it he knew that you couldn't mix all brands together that would make a dangerous cocktail and could even lead to respiratory problems.

Hank didn't reply to Evan he already knew what Evan was thinking so he didn't took the time to say what Evan just thought. He grabbed his bag, which was laying on the floor he grabbed something out at first knowing knew what he had taking out of it because his bag was full of medical mumbo-jumbo.

But then Evan noticed it was an allergy patch he saw those before because he himself was allergic to peanuts. Hank was already putting some substances on the patch and asked Tamara to expose her shoulder so he could put the patch on.

'Keep this on for 48 hours and then we know what you're allergic to and don't use the antibiotic again it makes you worse'. Hank ordered that in his most charming voice.

Tamara nodded but felt another wave of Nassau hit her. 'Bucket' she muttered slowly Paige took the bucket and held it under her best friends mouth. The last contains of her stomach came up and she felt a little bit better after that.

'The blood results are delayed because its weekend and the hospital thinks it's not that important and they have something better to do.' Hank said with an understanding tone, he knew the fastest way to get the results is doing it himself but he didn't want to

. 'Let's wait till its Monday then' Tamara replied softly scratching her left shoulder were the patch was. Hank noticed it and began to think Tamara knew more than she did tell everybody.

Hank wanted to talk to Paige in private so he made a gesture towards Paige.

Hank walked to his bedroom and Paige followed him, Hank began sitting at the desk chair and gestured to Paige that she could sit on the bed. Paige seated herself on the bed.

Hank immediately spoke to Paige about allergies.

'Does Tamara have one that you know off Paige?' Hank said it with lots of authority in his voice. He already knew Tamara had some because the antibiotic made her worse and the two reasons why that could be were that the antibiotic was too old and expired or the person was allergic to it. He checked the date on the vial and it was nowhere near expiring. So she must be allergic.

Paige looked back at Hank and found her voice again. 'Uh, I only know she's allergic to banana's if she eats them she gets into anaphylactic shock, ' She said it with a whispering voice. Hank nodded but a banana didn't cause this.

Sorry for not posting this often anymore, I got addicted to reading Star Trek Fan fiction and allot of school stuff. Yes Star trek I know, I love medical stuff, so the Bones/Dr. McCoy stuff is so brilliant.

I love reading reviews so I can get better in what I make and write. Thanks for reading it and have a nice day and weekend and don't injure yourselves! I am Just a big fan of the show Royal Pains. Xx Tamara.