Drift POV

Jamie is still crying, and I don't know what to do. I see this is upsetting Jayce. The only thing I haven't tried is having Jamie lie down. Considering how much she's been crying, she'll end up falling asleep. I carried her back to the room and tried to lie her on the bed, but she wouldn't let go. I sat on the bed and moved in a slow rocking motion.

"Shh, calm down, J.R. will be ok."

Jamie let me lie her down five minutes later. She stopped crying, but tears still rolled down her face.

This isn't like you, Jamie. Why are you terrified?

Once she fell asleep, ten minutes later, I went downstairs to see how Jayce is doing. Everyone, but J.R., was sitting on the couches.

"Are you ok, Jayce?" I asked.

"No! I'd love to hurt J.R!" She raged.

"No, that's not the right way," I get Jayce to sit next to me and hugged her, "what happened? You were concerned about her an hour ago."

As Jayce tells Drift why she's now angry at J.R., Crosshairs goes back to the medbay.

Crosshairs POV

J.R. hasn't eaten since yesterday. Doubt she'll be well enough to drink a nutrition drink. Hmm.. how safe is using a syringe as humans do to give their sparklings medicine?

A beep startled me; it's only the infusion pump. As I stood up to take care of it, Cade walks in and cleans up the completed infusion.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

I told him what I was thinking to try since J.R. will feel like shit when she wakes up. We'll see how she feels. I grabbed the 300 ml syringe just in case. Cade and I sit by the bed, waiting for J.R. to wake up.

Jayce and Drift come in five minutes later. Jayce panics at the sight of the large syringe.

"It's ok, Jayce, I might use this to give J.R. nutrition drink. Doubt feel well enough to sit up."

Drift sits on the chair next to me, and Jayce sits on his lap, hugging him. Cade looks at J.R.'s wound before leaving the room. We waited for a half-hour, Jayce insisting Drift get back to Jamie every ten minutes before J.R. woke up. As I expected, J.R. feels like shit and can't sit up. Now I think we should have made Jayce leave. Though J R. Wasn't hungry, I wanted her to drink a little bit of the nutrition drink. She was feeling weak and didn't want to sit up.

"Sit on the bed so she can lean on you. You might need both hands, so I'll hold the syringe," Drift suggested. We watched tears roll down J.R.'s face onto the bed.

"You need to eat, and I don't think we need to use the IV options. You should start feeling better in two days," I explain to her. I know I would be wrong but decided we will hold off on IV feeding for now. It's not as simple as an IV for fluids or medication. Drift goes to the counter to fill the syringe while I get J.R. to sit up as I move onto the bed. As I expected, she leaned on me. Drift brought over the filled syringe and an emesis bin. Jayce watched from where she was seated, concerned as Drift and I tried to help J.R. Tears rolling down her face, but she kept taking what was in the syringe, slowly, for a minute until she threw up. Good thing Drift had me hold the emesis bin.

"It's ok," I assured her, "how much did she have?" I asked as Drift disposed of the vomit.

"100 ml," Drift replied, concerned.

"That's not good, but that's it for now."

"You fucking deserved that!" Jayce yelled and slapped J.R before running out if the room. Drift immediately ran after her. Between Jayce slapping her and me moving to lie her down, J.R. is distraught and crying.

What the fuck, Jayce?

Cade POV

It's hard not to think something is wrong when one of your friends runs out of medbay, and another friend is running after them, even if neither stop to tell you something is wrong.

"What did Jayce do?"

"Slapped J.R. after J.R. threw up. Yet she was concerned watching how Drift and I had to help her get a little bit of the nutrition drink before she threw it all up. I'm concerned J.R. has a serious infection." I explained.

"You want me to sedate her and get samples?"

I nodded, Cade got what he needed as I explained to J.R. what he will do. I know she will fall asleep, but I don't think s localized sedative will work.

Why do these girls have to be on the rare side of things, medically? For them, this could be an unusual response to something simple, or J.R. has a serious infection. Bulma even tested Jayce and J.R. for conditions that affect the immune system.

"I'll be right here," I promise J.R. as the sedation drugs kick in. I doubt she's scared, rather confused why Jayce slapped her. I moved a chair by the bed and sat down as Cade worked.

Drift POV

Jayce running to J.R.'s room is not good. The second she went into her room, I realized we failed to make sure J.R. didn't have any other weapons. Jayce would know what J.R. has in her room. Sure enough, she found another knife.

"Stop!" I yelled before grabbing the knife.

Great, the one time I don't have a syringe with me.

I need to be careful with her. She hasn't had pseudoseizures in a week. I'd like to avoid her having one. Once I got Jayce to the floor and had a hold on her, I slid the knife across the floor out of the room.

Now that I can use both arms, I position Jayce on my lap and hug her.

"You're angry at J.R. for trying to bleed to death but worried how sick she is,"

Jayce said nothing and started crying, "it's ok; we're taking care of her."

My phone vibrates, I know it's from Crosshairs which terrifies Jayce. It's not grim news...yet.

"It's bad, isn't it?" Jayce asked, concerned.

"It's only been five minutes since we left the room. You think J.R. Is that sick?"

Jayce said nothing.

Bumblebee comes by and picks up the knife before telling me he'll watch for Jamie and closed the door.

Jamie POV

"Drift?" I asked though no one is in the room. Strange he's been here when I wake up, or I'm laying on top of him. It's nothing, I'll find him downstairs.

Walking down the hallway, I notice Jayce's door is closed; she's still sleeping or getting dressed. No other reason we close the door to our rooms.

Drift wasn't downstairs either, only Bumblebee. Then I remembered, shit.

"J.R.!" I exclaimed and tried to get to the medbay, but Bumblebee grabbed me.

"Stay out of there," he says.

So I'm right, J.R. is in there.

"Sorry, Bee," I apologized before throwing Bumblebee onto the couch and running to the medbay.

"... I'll get these to Bulma and-fuck!" Cade looks at me. Crosshairs run to me.

"She'll be ok."

I can't get my mouth to demand an explanation. I stared at J.R. while Crosshairs picked me up and sat on the chair by the bed.

"You saw her vitals, she's fine," he says as he hugged me.

"Then why is Cade bringing something to Bulma to look at?"

Either I can't concentrate, or Crosshairs is telling the truth.

"I'll be fine, Jamie," J.R. says while reaching for my hand. I took her hand J.R. looked awful, but many illnesses can make you look and feel awful.

"Come in, she needs to rest," Crosshairs stood up, making J.R. release my hand and walked out of the room while carrying me.

J.R. POV

Fuck, Jamie found out, and I can't even show her I'll be fine. Hard to when you feel weak, but I know Crosshairs found the infection early. I scared Jamie twice already being unconscious in here, no wonder she's freaking out over this. I tried to get out of bed, but I can't even sit up. Crosshairs walks in five minutes late

"It's ok; Bumblebee is with Jamie." Crosshairs assured me as he stroked my hair.

"I don't think this is a minor infection; I shouldn't feel like shit."

"You know Jamie, Jayce, and you are unique with anything medical. Though I hate how you feel like shit even if this is a minor infection."

"Help me get to Jamie," I say as I try to sit up again, but Crosshairs made me lie down.

"No, you need to rest, she'll be fine."

He sat on the chair by the bed.

Jayce POV

Walking by the couch, I see how upset Jamie is. I walked into the medbay, seeing J.R. asleep and Crosshairs sitting by the bed.

Cade walks in after me.

"Can I see the pictures you took of J.R.'s wound?" I whispered. Cade found the question strange but handed me his phone. I looked at the pictures while he told me he sent samples from the wound to Bulma.

"I think I know what this is."

"Don't tell me this is serious?"

"It can be, but we caught it in time."

As I'm saying this, Cade gets a message from Bulma, "as I thought; Cellulitis. You're damn lucky, J.R.," I sighed.

"Have you heard from Bulma?" Crosshairs asks from behind me, making me jump. As I told him, Crosshairs became worried, "so not a simple infection? Fuck."

"It is, you caught it in time, and Cade already started the treatment. She'll start to feel better in two to three days," I explained.

"So...are we telling Jamie?" Cade asks, "I don't know if we can without telling her about the wound. She'll want to know how J.R. hot it."

"I don't know," Crosshairs and I say simultaneously.

"We'll ask Drift," Crosshairs advised.

"Ask me what?" Drift asked as he walked in. We all looked, worried Jamie is with him, "Jamie is with Bumblebee."

We informed Drift about J.R. and asked if we should tell Jamie.

"I don't know..." Drift trailed off.

"Oddly, she's freaking out over seeing J.R. in medbay again, but I don't blame her. That's three times in seven days she's seen J.R. in medbay, twice she was unconscious, though I don't know if Jamie understood J.R. was asleep when Jamie saw her here today. I think we should tell her but lie about the cause of the infection. Cellulitis can happen with any cut that's deep enough. Maybe it'll be better if J.R. explains." I suggested. I know Drift hates how we're choosing how much we want to upset Jamie, and there's no way to avoid upsetting her.

"It's a good idea, Drift," Crosshairs added.

Crosshairs POV

Cade and I watched Drift leave, and Jayce follows him soon after. I know we just told Drift to pick how to upset Jamie, and he hates it. We can't avoid it now.

"I swear we resolve one problem, and another takes its place," Cade comments as he looks over J.R.

"Too soon to say for sure. It would be great if Jayce was done trying to end her life. Not stressed emotionally, more like she trader the pseudoseizures for getting little sleep and frequent panic attacks every night." I point out as I stood by Cade. We looked at J.R.'s wound, red and warm to the touch.

"It's spreading," I said, trying not to sound worried.

"I know, we still got it in time before it turned severe,"

Cade took more pictures and sent them to Bulma. I know this could mean increasing the dose of antibiotics, but it's still worrisome to know this could be bad. His phone vibrates, that was fast. Cade reads the message.

"Well, she should still be better in seven to ten days, but now, she will need IV treatment that will take right hours a day," Cade explained.

"It's not like she's getting out of bed. Go ahead, start now," I tell Cade, go to the other side of the bed and take J.R.'s hand. She already has an IV line in place, but she might still feel what's happening and wake up. Though I doubt she'll think she's under attack, it's better to be safe. J.R. woke up but not alarmed.

"You'll be ok, Cade's giving you medicine to help, but it will take eight hours to complete," I explain, trying not to worry that her silence doesn't mean she's getting weaker. J.R. is still on the monitor, and no alarm sounded, she must be stable. J.R. doesn't stay awake for long. Cade and I leave the room; he goes back to Bulma's dimension while I see what everyone is doing. It's been an eventful two hours.