"I have your medicines!" Jay staggered into the cabin loaded down with several bags, one of which he was carrying gingerly in front of him. "So, could I ask what the nitroglycerin is for? Doesn't that blow up things?! Although it might be a good way to avoid explaining this," Jay muttered.
"It's to lower his blood pressure," Elle said as Jay came into the room and sat the bags on the dresser before starting to unload the items with Kay's help. 'I want that nice and low when he wakes up and we have to explain things. Don't want him to really end up with a heart attack or a stroke. Red is definately not his color."
"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" Jay asked as Elle took an alchohol pad and ran it over the bend at Zed's elbow before taking the IV setup and carefully positioning the needle in his arm, taping it in place and then attaching it to a glass bottle of fluid. "What if you make a mistake with that nitroglycerin stuff? I look too good to be blown up!"
"Relax. I've done this before," Elle murmureed as she started to add the nitrogycerin to the IV solution, keeping one eye on the monitor as she did so.
"Well that's good to.... Wait a minute, when have you done this? You worked in the morgue before joining the MiB and I doubt they let you play with explosives down in the med lab!" Jay said.
"Rotation in the ER in med school," Elle murmured as she finally satisfied herself that Zed's heartbeat was fine and begin to administer the other drug.
"What's that?" Kay asked as he watched her. He trusted Elle completely but he still wouldn't feel comfortable until Zed work up.
"Morphine. Should keep him nice and relaxed and hopefully not yelling," Elle murmured as she finished injecting the dose.
"Is he going to be...." Kay still couldn't believe what had happened, couldn't forget the shock of witnessing his oldest friend collapsing to the floor.
"He'll be fine. We just have to wait for him to wake up now," Elle said as she patted her new husband's hand reassuredly as they all settled down by Zed to wait for him to regain consciousness with more than a little fear of the mood he would be in when he did wake up.