Shepard walked into Huerta Memorial with a quickened step, brushing off the feeling of anticipation and a nagging nervousness fluttering in her chest. She stopped at the shop kiosk, picking up a bottle of wine as a "get well" sentiment. She was never good at this sentimental sympathy crap… she just wanted to see him, awake if nothing else.
Fidgeting restlessly as the decontamination slowed her, she stopped suddenly with one hand on the door. She didn't know what she wanted to do, part of her told her to get the hell out, part of her wanted to run in there as fast as she could, and all of her knew she was going to look like an idiot.
Get a hold of yourself and stop acting like a teenage girl.
She steeled herself with a long exhale and pushed the green door release, greeted by the moans of the sick and the efficient swishing and chatter of doctors at work. Nearing Kaidan's room she peered through the glass and found him with… Dr. Michel.
The had her hand on his chest and was giggling about something.
A simple physical? My ass.
She slammed the palm of her hand on the door and burst into the room in a fury of unreasonable anger.
"Um… Commander…" Dr. Michel said surprised, flinching backward, "I… Nice to see you."
Kaidan had a devious smirk on his face. She wanted to smack it off.
"Hello Dr. Michel. I heard a salarian doctor saying he needed help with something. He was about to page you. Quarian with a cough. Very Serious." she said with narrowed eyes.
"I thought-"
"She's also dying."
"Um," Michel looked uncertain but made to leave the room nonetheless, "Thanks for the message. I'll see what I can do."
Good Riddance.
"Nice one. She looked like she feared for her life." he said, smirk widening.
"Was that standard protocol Major? I don't recall doctors dripping all over you part of your treatment plan." she said with a raised eyebrow.
"No, but its a nice bonus."
She glared with a fierce glint in her eyes.
"Alright alright, just calm down before your head explodes." he laughed, "What did you want me to do? I'm tied down to this bed you know."
She glowered back, "I don't know! Run away?"
"Real mature Shepard." he said still smiling widely, "You know… if I didn't know better I'd say you were jealous."
She stiffened, "What? Jealous? Please Alenko keep dreaming."
He chuckled, "Right. Of course, excuse me for ever assuming."
"You don't believe me."
"Nope."
She sighed and sat down beside his bed, "Well… let's say I was jealous. I would tell you that it's your choice."
He looked out the window for a moment, then placed his hand on hers, rubbing the back of it soothingly, "Then if you were… I would say that there was no competition then, and there isn't any now."
