A/N: The plot bunnies laughed at me, for I was trying for SIMPLE. I don't get to do SIMPLE. Right. Okay... (When in doubt about a health thing, ask the Mayo Clinic.)

Merlin woke to Corpsman Turner in his personal space, hand on his forehead. He stared at him, unsure of what or why the man seemed to be taking his temperature. "Uh... doc?"

"Something I needed to check," Turner told him, removing his hand. "Normal. Good."

"Huh?"

Turner sighed, and moved so he could see that Maverick was still asleep. "You were in the cockpit with him yesterday, Lieutenant. I needed to check you over, because he's warm to the touch."

Merlin considered that, then noticed Ice was missing, as were the two on the upper bunk. He could hear Slider mumbling above him, and motioned to the top bunk. "And him?"

"Also not hot to the touch." Turner stood and moved back to the chair he'd been seated in when Merlin had finally gone to sleep. "This doesn't surprise me, by the way."

"It doesn't?"

"No." Turner motioned to Maverick, then began holding up fingers. "Weeks of ACM training, training accident, loss of his friend and RIO, an inquiry, no medical leave, stress, the incident yesterday, twenty hours travel to get here from San Diego. Eventually, one's body is going to say 'no, no more' and I think that's what's going on here. I had to wake him earlier, and you're right. He doesn't make much sense right now."

"We're missing three," Merlin observed.

Tuner nodded. "They got woken up by Mitchell an hour ago, I made them go and see to their own needs." He paused. "Thought I was going to have to pull rank on Wolfe for a minute, to get him to go." His gaze shifted upwards. "Good morning, Lieutenant Kerner."

Slider huffed as he carefully got down off the bunk. "Call me Ron, Corpsman."

Turner smiled. "Will do."

Slider peered at Maverick. "How is he still sleeping?"

"Stress reaction didn't give him a choice," Turner explained. "Go tend to your own needs, both of you. If you argue that, I actually will pull rank and make it an order."

Ice entered right then with a covered food tray, which Turner accepted, and behind him was Wolfman with a cup and several bottles of 7-UP from the Mess. "You wanted all this?"

Turner nodded and set the tray on the small desk in the corner, accepted both the glass and the two bottles. "If he's not going to really wake up for very long, then we are going to have to get him up and get him to at least drink something, if not eat." Turner glanced at Merlin and Slider. "Go before I make it an order, gentlemen. Come back with some ice packs."

Ice watched as Wolfman prodded Mav awake and got him to sit up, propped against the wall behind the bunk. Maverick's eyes were unfocused, tired, as he stared first at Wolfman, then at Turner. "Mav?"

"Who is this guy?" The words were slurred and Ice winced internally at how tired he sounded. Then he started to nod off, and Wolf prodded him again. "What?"

"You need to drink something for us," Wolfman told him, accepting the glass from Turner. "Alright?"

"Tired, Wolf."

"I know you are, Mav. Drink, please." He helped Maverick drink half the glass, and Turner motioned to get him drink the rest. "Little more, okay?" The glass empty, Wolfman handed it back to Turner, who then handed him a banana.

Mav started to nod off again, and Ice moved to sit on his other side. "Oh no you don't. Not until you've eaten something." Ice peeled the banana open and shoved it into Maverick's right hand... for the other one was still holding onto dog tags.

"Not hungry," Maverick mumbled, staring at the piece of fruit in his hand.

"Eat it anyway," Ice told him firmly. He was surprised when Maverick did indeed start eating it, and then handed the peel off when done. And then he fell asleep on Ice's shoulder. "Corpsman?"

"I expect him to sleep another ten hours, at least," Turner said, tone implacable. "What's he like when he's himself?"

"Truthfully?"

"Yes."

"A pain in the ass."

Turner chuckled. "I look forward to that, then."

Ice studied the Corpsman, then looked down at the sleeping pilot leaning heavily on him. Actually, so did he.