The three men got more and more distraught over the course of the hour that they sat in their cell waiting for Doc to show up and see Honey. But it wasn't because they were waiting for the detention center's resident doctor to show.
No. They were upset because Honey's temperature spiked to a whopping one hundred and three and the boy became delirious.
He started thrashing around and crying. Then after a few minutes he started screaming for someone named Anthony. And by the time the boy was completely spent and resting again, Throttle, Vinny, and Modo were all visibly shaken.
It took longer than even they were aware of (a good two hours more than Doc had originally told them) but the man finally showed up with a small old fashioned black leather case that he used to carry his stethoscope, a thermometer, several bottles of asprin, and several glass bottles full of multi colored liquids and some syringes.
He walked over to the bed and put his bag down then lifted his hands and put them on Throttle and Vinny's shoulders as Modo put Honey down on the bed. "Hey, is everything okay?" Doc asked them curiously.
Both Throttle and Vinny looked at the man strangely then backed off as Modo moved back away from the bed so that the Doc could get in close to look Honey over.
Doc Andrew couldn't believe what rotten luck Honey had. First her brother was murdered, then she decided to go undercover to find out why her brother was killed and who did it. Then she got attacked, shot up, and left for dead. And now she had one of her famous fevers.
It was like the girl was cursed or something.
He reached down into the bag at his feet and pulled out the thermometer and put it in her ear and waited for it to beep then pulled it back and checked the numbers on it and gave a low whistle. "Damn kid. Are you trying to get put in the hospital?" He muttered under his breath as he fished out a needle and a glass bottle of pinkish liquid and fixed the needle in his hand.
He pulled the covers aside and noted the sweat of the outfit that he'd put Honey in the night before and sighed. Dammit, he'd need to change the girl's clothes before he left. Other wise the three young men behind him would find out that she was a girl.
Then again...maybe it was time that the three found out that Honey wasn't what the thought she was. Given what he already knew about them, he was sure that they wouldn't hurt her. Or even let someone else hurt her.
And he and his sons couldn't watch her all the time.
He gave her the shot and the quickly covered her up and pulled the bottle of asprin out of his bag and stood up as he capped the used needle and stuffed it into his pocket then handed the bottle of asprin to Modo who blinked at him as if just realizing that he was there before asking, "Will Honey be okay?"
Doc Andrews gave the young man a kind smile at the concern detected in his tone.
"Honey will be fine as long as his fever goes down. Give him two of those every four hours. But don't exceed the dose directed on the back. Honey's clothes need to be changed. And when he wakes up see if you can get him to eat something. I'll talk to the cooks in the kitchen and see if they'll make some jello and soup for him to eat." Modo made a humming sound and nodded his head in understanding as he read the directions on the back of the bottle.
Doc Andrews waved at the guys as picked up his bag and quickly exited the room before any of them could ask him anything else. Leaving the three alone to change Honey's clothes and come to grips with their room mate being a beautiful young woman.
The second that Doc was gone Modo set the bottle of asprin on the window sill with Honey's other medicines and then walked back over to the bed and sat down on the edge. "Throttle, go get me a clean shirt to change Honey into." Modo said as he reached out and pulled the blanket back and sighed at the amount of sweat staining the shirt on the boy.
God it was no wonder he was sick, the entire collar and shoulders of the shirt was completely wet! There were also stains under the boy's arms and along the front of the shirt, leading down to the pants.
Modo sighed and made a tsking sound then started to unbutton the shirt as Throttle walked up and laid a clean blue shirt next to Honey's head. Modo thanked him and slipped an arm under the boy and lifted a little bit and then froze, his expression changing from determined to one of slack jawed disbelief in the span of zero point one second.
Throttle noted the look on his brother's face as he started to walk past him and stopped in his tracks and turned around to see what was wrong. What he saw wasn't what he expected.
From his vantage point half beside Modo he could see that in Modo's current position, he was almost literally face to chest with a pair of soft creamy looking breasts encased in a pale pink satin and lace bra. Throttle's eyes widened a little bit behind his shades and he just seemed to freeze up in place and couldn't seem to move.
Until Vinny came walking up to see what was wrong and let out the most god aweful scream, that is.