Elle hurried into the medical lab and over to X's side, not even bothering to glance at Zed. She was still too upset to want to talk to him. She motioned to Zeeltor to hand her the stethoscope and carefully checked, hoping to hear a heartbeat. A moment later, she sighed when she heard a faint beat. It was so slow, though, and who knows what the lack of oxygen could be doing to his brain? Even an alien could only stand that for so long before perminant damage was done.
Elle leaned down, getting as close to one of his big ears as she could. "X, with those ears, I know you can hear me! Start breathing now! That's an order! Start breathing!!"
"How does she think that's going to help?" Jay whispered as he stood with Zed and Kay watching to see what would happen. Just then, to the agents' surprise, X trembled a bit and his chest slowly rose as he drew in a breath of air.
"Good," Elle murmured as she watched him breathing for a moment. He wasn't breathing very well but at least he was getting a little bit of oxygen into his system. "Now you just listen to me and we won't have anymore problems, now will we? Can we get a stretcher in here? I want to get him back to his room. I don't think it's a good idea for him to wake up in here after what happened."
"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Zed asked. Surely they could do more for him in the medical lab than Elle could do down in his room.
"He doesn't need to be in here when he wakes up," Elle said as she glared at Zed. "He doesn't need to be upset right now. Now will someone please see about getting a stretcher?"
A little while later, Elle had X safely tucked into his bed. Jay and Zed had wanted to stay to make sure that he was alright after offering apology after apology but she had ordered them out. Maybe she would forgive them later, but she didn't even want to think about those two until after she had seen that her partner was going to be alright.
She carefully rubbed his hands and arms, trying to get some circulation going. His skin was still really cold and clammy but at least his color seemed back to normal except for the bruises on his face and neck.
"Come on," she murmured as she rubbed, stopping every couple of minutes to check his heartbeat with the stethoscope. A pulse was too hard to find with how sick he was. "Time to wake up and face the music. I promise not to yell at you too much."
