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Chapter Ten

Becker was bought out of his thoughts by the sound of quiet footsteps of someone walking behind him, reluctantly tearing his eyes away from Connors prone body- he turned his head to see Dr Evans walking towards him, Becker noticed the needle, plastic and fluid bag in hands.

"How are you feeling?" Dr Evans asked, reaching the bed as the military captain sat down on the covers and lifted his legs onto the bed.

"Sore, and tired, but apart from that, good I guess" Becker mumbled, laying back into the pillows and watching as Dr Evans pulled on a pair of plastic gloves.

"That's good, what about any nausea? Chest pains?" Dr Evans asked slowly as he sat down on the edge of the bed and prepared the needle. Becker shook his head slowly, watching Dr Evans set to work with the needle in his hand- and Becker couldn't stop the shivers that escaped his body. Dr Evans seemed to have noticed this.

"This won't hurt at all- it'll feel like a small pinch" Dr Evans said, gesturing for Becker to hold out his right arm, which he did. Becker then watched as Dr Evans slowly bought the needle forward and pressed it into his skin. Becker winced slightly feeling as the needle went straight into the vein it was aiming for. After a few moments Dr Evans was done and Becker was connected up to the drip, feeling as the cold liquid entered his body.

"Okay, we'll keep you on this drip until we are satisfied your bodies not going to react the way Connors did" Dr Evans began "Were also going to keep you nil-by-mouth for 24 hours, just in case your condition changes and we have to intervene. That's why you've got the drip, to keep you hydrated" Dr Evans finished, looking Becker in the eye. The two men sat in silence- and in all the time Dr Evans had known Becker, he had never seen him so preoccupied.

"Is Connor going to be okay" Becker said unexpectedly, breaking the silence. He looked from the drip in his arm to look Dr Evans in the eye.

"Honestly, I don't know" Dr Evans said "But I will do everything I can to make sure the both of you make a full recovery. After all- it doesn't look great on my record if anything were to happen to you" he said, grinning at Becker- who smiled.

"Thank you Dr Evans" Becker said, holding out his hand which Dr Evans shook.

"Will you do me a favour though? Dr Evans said to Becker, keeping hold of his hand and the captain gave him a confused look "Call me Blaine- I really hate Dr Evans"

Becker lay in the hospital bed staring up at the ceiling. He looked at his iPhone on the small cabinet next to the bed checked the time, 23:51…I'm not sleeping tonight…Becker thought to himself…still, at least Connors not by himself… As he lay in bed, Becker noticed just how quiet the ARC was during the night hours, it was almost deadly quiet. Becker knew that only the night staff was in the building; it was their job was to man the Anomaly Detection Device and provide security during the night hours. Becker knew Dr Blaine Evans and two other members of the Medical Team were somewhere in the ARC's Medical Bay.

Becker shifted his weight slightly, being careful not to knock the drip that was still in his arm. Looking back up to the ceiling, Becker thought back to a few hours ago. Abby and Jess had come to visit the two men at around half past five, and had stayed for half an hour until Dr Evans told them that Becker needed to rest. Matt had been down three times, only stopping for a few minutes to check how his team mates were doing before he went home at eight o'clock, leaving Becker to rest.

Becker picked up his phone and unlocked it before looking at the screen; it was a picture of him and Connor on one of the team's regular nights out. The two men were rather drunk; Becker thought back to the night and remembered it had been Jess who had taken the photo. The team had gone to a karaoke bar after a rather long day at the ARC and after a few drinks, Conner and Becker had decided to get on stage and sing 'Don't Wanna Miss a Thing' by Aerosmith. Jess had taken the picture mid-song, Connor had his arm round Becker's shoulder and was singing to Becker.

Smiling to himself at the memory of the night out, Becker placed his phone back on the cabinet just as he heard the door slowly open. The blue nightlights flickered into life, casting their dim glow around the room and in walked in Dr Blaine Evans wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a Batman hoddie, Becker smiled at the sight of the ARC doctor in casual clothes and holding two bags of clear fluid.

"What are you doing awake Becker, its midnight" Blaine said quietly, walking over to Becker's bed.

"Couldn't sleep- the drips annoying me and I can't get comfortable" Becker said in a hushed whining voice.

"You sound worse than some of the kids I dealt with on the Children's Ward" Blaine said, shaking his head "So how are you feeling, any change?" Blaine said, walking to side of the bed and unhooking the now empty bag of fluid handing from the silver hook next to the bed and replacing it with a full one.

"Not really, just tired but can't sleep" watching as Blaine connected the fresh bag of fluid to his drip.

"Okay- well if you start feeling ill at all, press the buzzer" Blaine said, giving Becker a smile as the captain nodded, he then moved away from the bed and walked round to Connors. He lifted the clipboard from the end of the bedstead and wrote a few things down. He then looked at the heart monitor that was beeping quietly.

"How is he?" Becker asked quietly, turning on his side to watch Blaine whilst he changed his fluid bag.

"Stable, for now, we'll wake him up tomorrow about midday and see how he is. Were still trying to discover why Connor reacted the way he did and you haven't, but were working on it" Blaine said, pulling off his plastic gloves and dropping them into the metal, yellow bin by the bed.

"Will he be okay? I mean, is there going to be any lasting damage?" Becker said, the concern filling his voice.

"I don't know, honestly" Blaine said sadly, walking away from the bed and back towards the door "But I will do everything to fix him Becker" Blaine, and with that he walked out the door, leaving Becker to watch over Connor.