"Good morning Riddick." Jack said quietly. There was no kiss, nor was there an immediate answer. In her hand she carried a steaming mug of coffee and watched him adjust the instruments. It was almost pitch black when she walked in and when she looked at him she knew something wasn't right.

"Lights ten percent." He said looking towards her. Something was different. She was too standoffish. He hated that fact but couldn't focus enough to figure out why. Something was wrong and he couldn't figure out why.

"Good morning Jack. Did you sleep well?" he asked his throat dry and his head was pounding.

"I did, but I would have been fine in my own bed." She told him standing on the side that obscured the wound that had been bleeding for hours. Sticky blood he could smell it, but didn't care. He wanted to drink but was too weak to stand. He felt that way for a few hours and realized something was wrong. It was all fucked.

"Jack." He croaked taking his mug in his hand. "I… nothing."

"Riddick, I thought you were going to sleep, you look exhausted." She asked looking at him realizing he wasn't himself. "Were you able to rest?"

"Don't worry about me." he snapped looking anywhere else but at her.

"But I do. I always have." She said trying to approach him. He just growled at her making her jump. "Maybe I shouldn't but that's my problem."

"You're making it hard kid." He growled his silver eyes glinting in the dimness.

"How is that, because I thought something happened when it really didn't?" she snapped glaring at him.

He vaulted out of the chair and stood towering over her. "Jack, you're not being fair."

"When is anything in this fucken life fair?" she shouted as his hold on her weakened.

She's not gonna do us this way. Something happened. I know she knows I felt something. She felt it too, and it wasn't the fact that she could make me squirm. Why is the fucken room spinning?

As tired as he was, the blood loss not helping, he stumbled. She pulled back and started to rail on him when he dropped to the floor. On all fours he looked up at her heaving ragged breaths coming. "Jack, stop!"

"Oh shit! Oh shit!" she repeated over and over. "Riddick what happened?"

"Skinny mother fucker cut me." he said sitting down and closing his eyes.

"And you didn't say anything until now? Are you a fucken idiot?" she yelled in his face. "Where are you cut?"

Then she looked down and saw his blood soaked arm. "Cover your eyes. Lights 100 percent. OH fuck!"

She looked at his pale face, ash compared to his normal color and the pilot's chair, covered in sticky dark blood. The trail ran down to a pool on the floor. "Let's get you to the med lab."

He went to get up. "Lights Jack! Lights." He wheezed. "Something's wrong, the blade…something…wrong."

She lifted him as best she could and dragged him down to the med lab. They made it just in time for him to pass out on the table. "Fuck!" she screamed putting his goggles on his eyes.

"Accessing Medical Diagnostic Program." She said in a loud clear voice.

"Good morning, how may I be of assistance?" It said in an antiseptic male computer generated voice.

"Run a level one diagnostic scan." She said as she straightened Riddick on the table. "Begin scan."

"Proceeding with level one scan." It said and Jack watched as a blue light started at his head and slowly methodically passed until it reached his feet. "Level one scan complete."

"Report." She said washing her hands.

"Patient, approximately 101 kg. Male, approximate age 30 years: level two laceration to upper left tricep, increased levels of white blood cells consistent with systemic bacterial infection, elevated amounts of phenrol hydrochloride. Blood volume 80, elevated body temperature 103.7 degrees."

Jack looked at the screen on the wall and watched as his stats appeared. "Define Phenrol hydrochloride." she asked as she cut part of his shirt off. His body was so still and he was unresponsive to her touching him. His breathing was erratic and she noticed his blood pressure was dropping.

She blanched looking at a cut at least five inches long and deep. She saw muscle and oozing blood which began to drip on the floor once it had pooled on the table. She packed with a sterile dressing and went over towards the cabinet picking out supplies and throwing them on a tray.

She moved back to him and took the rest of it off, and he twitched involuntarily.

"A slow acting poison. Primary phases include disorientation, poor motor coordination and elevated levels of lactic acid in major muscle groups. Secondary phases include hypoxia and death. Without antidote phenrol poisoning is fatal in 97 of all documented cases."

"Recommendations for male patient?" she asked getting an iv bag and needles.

"Intravenous antidote for phenrol poisoning, applicable antidotes on view screen, 1.5 liters of synthetic plasma, applicable antibiotic therapy on view screen, and twenty five lateral sutures to level two laceration of upper left bicep."

"Riddick." she said loudly and he moved. "Hey! Wake up Convict!" at this point she did anything she could to call him to consciousness.

"Where the fuck am I?" he asked trying to get up.

"Med lab. You need to sit still or this is going to hurt." She said getting the syringes.

"I'm fine Jack." He contended looking at her through his goggles and wanting nothing more than to get the hell of the table.

"Bullshit." She yelled in his face. "You're fucked and if I don't help you, you gonna die, you hear me? Now lay down and take it like a man or I'll be forced to do it the hard way." She said pointing over to the restraints.

"NO!" his voice boomed.

"Then be a good boy. I didn't score the highest marks in med class for nothing. You think I didn't think we'd need this? I knew we'd get into scrapes when you came back and I took every first aid and emergency training class I could find. Imam didn't seem to mind and if you lay down I'll take care of you." She said in a voice so forceful it screamed I dare you to fuck with me right now.

"I've got to run this IV line and pump your ass full of meds, that blade was poisoned and dirty. So you've got a problem. And you've lost a lot of blood. Let me help you or I swear you will regret ever saving my ass in the first place."

"I regret it already." He growled menacingly as she put the needle into his arm.

"Fuck you too." She purred trying to be quick. "There you big baby."

She ran a bag for plasma fast, then a saline one for the other meds and sat back down. The fluid was cold going in and he shivered as she moved to start stitching him up.

"Leave it Jack, I'll be fine." He glared his teeth chattering as she moved the packing away.

"And is this the charming part of your personality I've been warned about?" she smirked. "If you move, it'll look messy and I wouldn't want to mar that sexy arm now would I?"

"Sexy? OW FUCK Jack!" he snarled as the needle pierced his skin. "Pain killers would be nice Jack."

"And here I thought you were tough." She said sarcastically as she put a needle into his iv line. It took a minute and burned a little which made his face scrunch up. But once in she'd be able to do her work easily.

"I am tough, a lot tougher than you bitch." he said looking at her and growling. "And I thought that you had some feelings for me. Thought you fucken c-a-r-e-d." he said beginning to slur his words.

"Say hello to Mistress Morphine sweetheart." She told him smiling. Bitch, he hasn't seen bitch, fuck with me Riddick, I dare you.

"W---o---w, now that's more like it." he said calmer, and with a smile.

"I do have feelings you moron, and if you had told me about the arm sooner you wouldn't be so screwed now." she told him as she beginning to stitch. "And Bitch? Don't fuck with me right now or you'll find out. Feeling better?"

"Hmm. Stitch away there you." he smiled. "I'm sorry. I should have said something."

"Feeling the love from Mistress Morphine?" she said smiling at him. Her hands shook but she stayed steady while she stitched and stitched.

"Oh yeah…but not as good as yours kid. You're beautiful did you know that?"

"You're just saying that because of the drugs Riddick." she answered as she made little stitches and occasionally watched the screen to look at his stats.

"No, I'm serious." he crooned, "so sexy, so touchable, and what an ass, that's a damn fine ass Jack. God I wanna touch it all the fucken time. A little here, a little there. Mmm. Love it when you sit on my lap."

Jack tried to concentrate but her face was so red that she felt hot with shame for his compliments, abliet given under the influence.

"And how do you figure that?" she asked using another set of suturing thread.

"Well, if I tell you then you'll get a big head and I couldn't deal with you so stuck up." He said in a loopy sing song voice.

"How come I still feel like shit Jack?" he asked slurred and she watched his head loll to one side. "Damn these drugs are good."

"Best in the cabinet. You were poisoned. You got cut and the bastard had a dirty knife. Even your incredible physique is not invincible Riddick."

"So I'm incredible now, oh you wait there princess, I'll show you incredible." He laughed coughing in the process.

"If you don't sit still there superman and I'll strap you down. Let me finish." She ordered.

"Whatever you say Doc. Are you almost done? I'm freezing my ass off."

"You're running a high fever there big guy. And yes, I'm all done, I'm just gonna clean you up and then we'll get a blanket."

"Sponge bath, how nice. You shouldn't have…"

"Jack?" he asked his face placid and smiling.

"What?" she said wiping the blood off his chest and arms.

"You're too good for a guy like me. You deserve better than a murderer." He admitted looking at her through his goggles.

"Shut up Riddick." she said pulling the blanket over his chest. "Is that better?"

He nodded and continued, "You should fine a nice man and settle down and make lots of babies. Have a garden, and a big comfie bed." He sighed looking at her like a puppy.

"Lights ten percent." She ordered and the med lab went dim, only showing the stats on the view screen.

"Pretty babies that will love you too." He finished.

"Riddick you really need to shut it." she said adjusting the plasma. She removed his goggles and smiled at him. "Sh." she said running her hand across his forehead and down his cheek. His purr was relieving to hear. "Rest a few minutes, let the medicine work."

"Jack, I wish I could be that guy." He whispered as his eyes began to close.

"Don't worry Riddick. You are that guy. You just don't know it yet." She answered as she began to put the tray away.