Episode 5

"Which is easier, if they come to you or if you go to them?" the medic asked Becker down the phone.

"With my leg, it'd be easier if they came to me. But if they can't then I'm willing to walk." He replied.

Someone was put under 24 hour care and the medic had to go and help out in the field for the ARC. So someone had to watch them. Becker was the closest person to them.

"I'll bring them over in about 10 minutes. Just got to wake them up." The medic decided.

"Alright." Becker sighed. He didn't feel like doing it, but he didn't really have a choice.

He hung up on the medic and threw his phone back onto the bedside cabinet. His day off and he has to look after someone. He dragged himself out of bed, putting on a loose hoodie to go with his grey sweatpants, making it look like he didn't just get out of bed. He was hoping to stay there all day.

It wasn't long after he limped to the kitchen, when the buzzer rang, startling him slightly. He buzzed them in. Unfortunately for him, he lived on the 5th floor and the elevator broke last night. That killed his leg. He was glad to get into bed last night. He let the medic in, who dragged a small girl along with him. She had a black hoodie on with a pair of tracksuit bottoms. The plastic-y ones, not the fabric ones that Becker wore.

"Make sure she takes these every 4 hours. And this every 8 hours. She doesn't need to take the pills until 11. Also, when you apply the injection, she'll need to change her dressing. They're due at 3" The medic instructed, handing him two bottles. "Good luck."

And with that, he left. Becker put the two bottles on his kitchen counter and turned to the girl. She looked like she didn't want to be here. She pulled her jacket further around her, shivering. She caught his gaze and he diverted his back to the bottles. He turned back to her, realising he should say something.

"How are you?" he asked.

"Cold." She huffed.

"Take a seat on the sofa. I'll try to find a blanket for you." He insisted, guiding her towards the sofa with his hand on her back, like he had done yesterday in the gym.

"You don't have to." She shook her head.

"Rachel. You said you were cold. Can't have my guest freezing to death can I?" he smiled.

That got her to smile. She pulled her knees to her chest as she waited on the sofa. He found a spare duvet and gently wrapped it around her. He sat down next to her, since he only had one sofa.

"Can I get you anything?" he asked.

She shook her head. "I'm fine."

"You look tired." He commented.

"Barely sleep with hyperthermia. Too cold. Even with the heating on and about three hot water bottles." She giggled.

Becker felt his heart drop at that. He could've helped her. If he was quicker at warning her. He fiddled with the sleeve of his hoodie. Not knowing what to say.

"Do you want to use my bed? I'm not sure if it's warm enough. But at least you could get some sleep." He smiled softly.

"Nah. I'm awake now. And will be for another 100 hours." She shrugged.

"Are you sure?" he pressed on. "You'll always be welcome."

"Becker. I'm fine." She held up a hand to end the conversation.

Becker looked to the time after watching the TV for god knows how long. Almost 11 o'clock. So 4 and a half hours. He better wake Rachel up. She had fallen asleep against the arm of the sofa. He could see that she wasn't comfy, so he pulled her over so her head rested in his lap. He wished he didn't have to wake her up, he liked having her head resting there. His fingers had buried themselves in her short hair, gently combing it.

He sighed, trying to get up. The movement stirred Rachel. She sat up, rubbing her eyes and frowning.

"Sorry." She mumbled.

"Why?" he frowned.

"For falling asleep on you like that." she smiled, dropping her hand.

"At least you got some sleep." He shrugged, getting up.

He limped his way to the kitchen, picking up the bottle of pills that she had to take.

"I'm not taking them!" she shouted to him.

"Why not? They're to get rid of the hyperthermia." He argued.

"I can't swallow tablets." She mumbled. Her voice had lowered quite a bit.

Becker glanced down at the bottle. Trying to see if he can dissolve it in a drink. They can. He smiled and turned the kettle on.

"Tea or coffee?" he shouted to her.

"Tea." She answered.

He made tea for both of them, dissolving the tablets in the tea and then adding a teaspoon of honey to mask the taste. His mother would always put a spoonful of honey in his tea when he was ill. He handed the cup to Rachel and sat back down. She leaned against him using her back. He moved his arm around her, resting it on her side.

"Why are you so bloody warm?" she whined. He laughed at her. "What? You're warmer than a radiator at full blast."

He just laughed even more as she got comfy against him. He turned towards her slightly so it was much comfier than before. They both wished they could stay like this. Just peacefully cuddling on the sofa.

"Come on. Get up." Rachel poked Becker's cheek. They had both fallen asleep this time. Rachel was lucky to wake up in time. "I need your help."

She jumped up and bounced to the counter, whereas Becker just sleepily limped.

"Mind the chair." Rachel warned, just in time.

"What do you need my help with?" Becker asked, standing beside her, using the kitchen counter to balance himself.

"This." She handed him the syringe with a yellowy colour liquid in it. She pulled the hoodie over her head. Showing the result of her injury she had suffered yesterday.

Becker felt a pinch of pain in his chest. Her arm was extremely discoloured. Now a purple colour with harsh black spots. She had been poisoned. The white dressing covered the bite at the bend in her neck, where it met her shoulder. It must've been painful. She looked up at him after having a weird feeling he was watching her. She gave him a lopsided grin. She turned her attention to the wound. She pulled back the dressing, pulling it off completely. The medics had stitched the wound up. They didn't do that to Becker's bite wound.

"You need to squirt it in the centre of the bite." She instructed, her voice shaking.

He put his hand on her shoulder and pressed the syringe into the small hole. She moved her neck so he could see it better. The liquid poured into her neck, making her bite her lip with the pain it made. He put the syringe back down onto the counter, next to the two bottles. Rachel pulled out a bandage from the bag she brought. She was about to do it herself, when Becker stole it off her.

"Let me do it. I can see it better." He spoke softly.

He gently replaced her dressing, keeping his touch light and soft so he didn't hurt her. She noted that the medics weren't as careful as Becker was.

"Can you feel anything? In your arm?" he asked.

"Not really. I can a bit though." She mumbled.

She smiled wider, wrapping her arms around his ribs and resting her head on his shoulder. He returned the hug, putting his arms around her waist. Rachel felt safer when he was around. She knew she could count on him to save her. Becker smiled widely to himself. They jumped apart when they heard the door knock. Becker answered the door.

"Hey. I'm here to get Rachel. She needs to have a scan on her arm." He said unsurely.

"One minute." She pulled her hoodie back over her head. She grabbed her bag, putting the two bottles and syringe in it. "Thanks for everything."

She leaned up on her toes and kissed the corner of Becker's mouth. She left with the man, waving as Becker shut the door. He leaned against the door, smiling like an idiot. He could still feel her lips on his mouth. He shook his head. What was he thinking? He can't have a relationship with her. They work together. One of them will have to be fired.

I feel slightly sorry for Becker in this chapter. Why did I write this like this? I'm so cruel and yet, I find it cute. Well I'd better get on with my media presentation I have to do. Got to do a speech about Strictly Come Dancing. Even though I have never watched it. I wish I could write about Primeval. I would definitely pass.

Hope y'all enjoy this chapter

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