Claire was laying on her living room couch when Ricardo got there. She normally never called in the middle of their respective shifts, always wanting them to focus on their work first. And considering how big Claire's job was Ricardo didn't blame her. Plus he was usually busy with the lions at his end. Getting the call right when he was done feeding the prehistoric beasts caught him off guard.

"Ricardo... I need you..." Claire groaned. That in of itself was unusual.

"You okay babe?"

"Head... migraine... day off..." she managed to mumble out.

Ah. So the mighty Ice Queen could get sick. In all the time he'd been working at Jurassic World Ricardo - or anyone else for that matter - had never known Claire to take a day off. Even her vacations tended to be short not lasting even more than a week. If she ever did get sick she must've been good at hiding it. Ricardo got more context when he called Control and was filled in by Vivian. Claire had nearly fallen face first in the middle of the control room. Luckily Lowery was able to catch her just in time. She tried to stick around longer but the aggravation of the migraine only worsened leading Claire to get escorted out by Park Security.

Ricardo had been pretty much finished for most of the day and Mac could take care of the rest. He hopped in his jeep and drove across the island all the way from the Restricted Area to main street. First picking up some food from Winston's before dropping by the Worker Village's grocery store to get some ingridients. Finally within the hour he made it to Claire's apartment where he found her in the living room.

She'd kicked off both her heels as well as her white leggings. Claire was laying flat on her back, legs raised up on the armrest of the couch, one arm covering her face while the other hung off of her couch. Her white suit jacket was thrown off to the side leaving her in nothing but her blouse which was covered in sweat.

"Claire?" Ricardo approached. She stirred a bit but didn't move too much. He felt her skin on her arm and again on her cheek. She wasn't burning up which was good but she was sweaty all over.

"Head... hurts."

"Did you eat anything?"

Claire groaned barely lifting her arm. One of her slender fingers barely pointing away. Ricardo turned to see what she was trying to point to when he saw the empty pizza box on the kitchen counter.

"Not exactly a healthy meal but it's food."

"It's... marga... rita... pizza."

"Ah that makes sense." Ricardo knew she probably got it at Winston's or one of the other five star restaurants on the island. She wouldn't be caught dead getting Pizza Hutt or Dominos like the other workers.

He sighed as he knew what he had to do. Without another word he lifted up Claire, one arm under her back and the other under her legs. Ricardo then carefully manuvered around her living room and down her hallway doing his best not to knock her feet or her head into a wall. Sometimes he'd forget that compared to himself just how tall Claire really was.

They made it into her bathroom. It was large and spacious with gray tile from the ceiling to the floor. On one side next to the door was Claire's large counter and mirror. On the opposite end was a large window giving them a view of the island's vast jungle and mountains. At the end opposite of the door was where Claire's large wide bathtub sat. Overall it was probably the largest bathroom he'd ever seen in his life and the peak of luxury.

Man did it pay to be the boss.

Ricardo gently set Claire down in the tub. Even with her six foot frame she fit in the tub with room to spare. With greater care Ricardo began removing Claire's worn clothes off her body before turning on the warm water. Already as it began to rise around her he could see Claire begin to relax. The heat would help to unwind her tense muscles from head to toe. Claire already began to lean her body back against the tub's edge, her shoulders dropping down, her eyes closed. Her head resting down on Ricardo.

"Thank you Ricardo. This feels... so nice."

"Don't mention it. Want me to rub your shoulders?"

Claire practically mewed. He took that as a yes.

It amazed Ricardo how much stress was present whenever he massaged Claire. Sure it made sense. She was one career driven woman and determined as hell to make sure the park was running every day all year without incident or worry. Not to mention all the extra financial and business situations she'd take care of. All the big wigs in suits making demands of the park to be trendy, to make more money, to be on top. And yet even then whenever his hands graced her skin it threw him off just how much she was wound up.

Pressing his fingers on her neck caused Claire to groan. One point between her jaw and neck made her more vocal. She was wound up particularly there. Her back across her shoulders down to the back of her ribs was much the same. But Ricardo knew his way around knots and just how to knead through them. He repeated similar motions, pressing down and rolling through each point of pressure all over her body where she ached.

When he was done Ricardo helped her dry down before carrying her to bed. Claire by then had already begun to feel better. The throbbing of her migraine in particular had considerably lessened from an hour prior. But Ricardo insisted. And Claire, well, she rather enjoyed being carried around.

He set her down in bed and brought her food. Claire ate there in the comfort of her blankets, enjoying the rich thick soup and bread, and chugging down fruity water. All the while Ricardo sat right next to her. His eyes never leaving Claire as soup and bread crumbs fell down her chin. With her hair undone and frayed, sitting there in her bathrobe as food fell down on it, Claire was not the Park Manager, prim and proper, clean and cool. Right now in this moment she was just Claire.

She noticed him staring. Her green eyes bashful as she covered her mouth.

"Don't stare!"

My queen.