The doctor let out a slight sigh of relief when he saw the US Marshal's eyes open even though the man did look decidedly unhappy. "Marshal Gerard, can you tell me your full name?"
"Gerard, Sam Gerard, US Deputy Marshal," Sam muttered, his head aching more with every word uttered. They didn't even know his name here? Sam knew that kid should have never called for an ambulance.
"Good. Do you remember what happened to you, Marshal Gerard?"
Sam didn't particularly want to remember what had happened but unfortunately, it didn't seem anyone was going to let him forget it. "Chasing a fugitive. Got hit in the head." Sam grumbled, hoping this was it for share time with the doctor, well unless the doctor intended to share where his fugitive was with him. Sam started to ask but he unwillingly let out another groan of pain. Felt like his head was about to pop off.
"We'll get you something for that headache as soon as we can," the doctor said in a reassuring tone as he looked up at the monitors Sam was attached to, "Why don't you just try and get some rest now? You're a very lucky man, Marshal."
When the doctor came out, he called out an order to the nurse to get a pain killer started before turning to Catherine, who had been waiting for him.
"Catherine Walsh, US Marshals. How is he?" Catherine asked the doctor. She was a bit surprised that she hadn't heard Sam complaining as soon as she got onto the floor.
"Lucky, he's very, very lucky." the doctor said with a slight shake of his head. He was really surprised that the marshal was in as good a condition as he was considering what he had been through. "The neurologist told you that the CT scan was clear for a bleed, right?" when Catherine nodded, he continued. "The chest film we did looks to be clear as well. However, it isn't uncommon with a near drowning to have a pulmonary problem develop 24 to 72 hours later so we would like to keep Marshal Gerard for at least the next two or three days for monitoring. For right now, he's stable, though. If you like, you can go and see him now. Just be sure not to tire him out too much if he's awake."
Catherine didn't know why the doctor even bothered to ask if she wanted to see Sam. After the mistakes this hospital had made, she wasn't going to really be comforted about his condition until she could see him for herself and make sure he actually was alright. About the only person she had seen so far that she was sure knew what they were doing was that Nurse Owens.
She smiled slightly when she came in and saw Sam tucked into bed, a bandage on his head pretty much the only sign of injury. She silently moved over to his bedside, not wanting to make too much noise and risk waking him. Looked like he was breathing well and from what Catherine could tell, the readouts on the monitors looked fairly normal. She reached out for the blankets covering him, moving them a bit so she could check for any sign of injury that those people might have missed. If she thought she could have gotten away with it, she would have stripped him entirely. No way was she going to feel totally comfortable with their medical judgment after how they almost got Sam killed.
She relaxed a bit when she couldn't find anything more seriously wrong with him than the fact he was a bit pale and cold still. She adjusted the blankets she had disarranged again, tucking them around him securely before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss against his lips.
"Sam, I'm going to go and call Cosmo and the others and let them know you're alright. I'll be right back." She started to leave before turning and moving back to his bedside for a moment, slipping her earring off again and pressing it into his hand. She gently kissed him once more as she did that before she slipped out the door.