Comfort Measures
"Comfort measures," Dr. Natalie Durant thought ironically, as she sat by Miles' bedside, waiting for him to wake up "were absolutely no comfort at all. Unless you were the patient they were being administered to." All she'd been able to do for the young doctor was start him on fluids to keep him hydrated and give morphine for any pain. In other words, keep him comfortable if Ccnner and Frank... No, she hastily corrected herself, until Conner and Frank returned with the drugs and vaccines so desperately needed.
She'd been hard pressed to maintain her calm professionalism when she'd seen Miles wheeled in on the gurney. Then when she heard Conner's announcement that time was rapidly running out for her team mate. Finally, having managed a few minutes to sit down and rest, she decided to spend it waiting with Miles.
Miles moved restlessly in the bed and Natalie reached for the basin with the cool cloth to wipe his face. It was all she could do besides wait and pray. And keep him comfortable.
A/N This is my first Medical Investigation fic. Kind of a missing scene from the season finale..
