Dave had barely slept. All he had been able to hear all night were the beeps of iv pumps, the rattle of trolleys and gurneys, conversations between the nurses, and the rustling of spencer's sheets. Not to mention the recliner was super uncomfortable; he dreaded the thought that he would be spending up to a week sleeping in it.

The sun was just starting to peek above the horizon when spencer started to stir. As he started to roll onto his side, dave noticed the familiar ashen shade his face had taken on.

Grabbing the basin from the nightstand, dave was sure he'd never moved so fast. And sure enough, as he got the basin beneath spencer's chin, spencer was sick.

Because spencer wasn't eating, it was mostly water and bile that he brought back up. Even so, it was still nasty, and dave just knew his little one was feeling terrible.

When spencer finally stopped throwing up, dave quirked an eyebrow at his.

"good morning to you too," he teased. Spencer managed a little giggle as he wiped his mouth with the tissues his father had handed to him.

"sorry pappa," he mumbled, dropping the tissues into the waste basked beside the bed.

Dave shook his head. "don't apologise. You got it in the basin, didn't you?"

Spencer grinned, nodding as he settled back under the covers.

Taking the basin over to the sink, dave quickly rinsed it out, leaving it to drain on the edge of the sink as he took a clean one back to spencer.

No sooner had he placed it in spencer's hands, spencer vomited again. He found herself wondering how much more could possibly come out of spencer's tiny body.

"jeez. Your day's not off to a good start," he muttered. "can you hold on long enough for me to rinse this buddy?"

When spencer nodded, dave made quick work of repeating his earlier movements. He hesitantly set the clean basin in spencer's hands, breathing a sigh of relief when spencer seemed to be ok for the time being.

"i feel a bit better," spencer said softly as dave took his seat in the recliner.

"i'm not surprised," dave scoffed, making spencer giggle.

"that was gross," spencer said, looking at his pappa with a mischievous glint in his eye.

Dave put his hand out to his son. "don't you dare start with the details, i got enough of an eyeful as it was you cheeky monkey"

Spencer laughed, settling back into his pillows and pulling the blankets up to his chin.

It didn't take long before he had drifted back to sleep.

"ok kiddo, bag number two!" edmonds announced as he walked into the room, spencer's next bag of cisplatin held in his hand. "i hear you had an eventful morning"

"i puked twice, went back to sleep, and then puked three more times when i woke up," spencer said, yawning when he stopped speaking.

"so i've heard. I had an interesting morning too," edmonds replied as he hung the bag from spencer's iv pole. Dave grinned as he watched the two interact. He loved the manner in which edmonds spoke to spencer. He always knew how to lift his mood.

"what happened?" spencer asked as edmonds uncapped a lumen of his line.

"well, i got thrown up on twice," he said with a grin. "and then i got splashed with explosive diarrhoea"

"gross!" spencer said in disgust. "that's why you're wearing doctor clothes and not your white coat"

"that's right. My white coat is practically a biohazard now, seeing as the puke came from a kid having chemo. It has to be washed in the hospital laundry," edmonds told his. "so no puking on me, ok?"

Spencer laughed. "i promise"

Straightening up, edmonds checked the bag once more. It was a small bag, not much bigger than his hand. It was covered with a thick black bag to protect it from the light. On the label, it had the name of the drug, spencer's full name, and a biohazard sign coupled with the words 'caution: cytotoxic chemicals. Handle with care.'

As he watched the first drops of the chemicals snake their way through the tubing into spencer's central line, dave swallowed thickly.

Those drugs were a biohazard. So harmful that if they contacted the skin, it would damage it. So harmful that even in a diluted form such as vomit, edmonds had had to change his clothes to avoid caustic burns.

And he had signed the form to say it was ok for them to put those substances into his son's body.

It wasn't.

Even though it was intended to save spencer's life, dave knew he would never be ok with the fact that he had given them permission for such harsh treatments to be carried out on his son.

It just wasn't right.