Bad Medicine
"Stop being such a baby," Syd said as she handed over the glass of water, "and take the tablets. If you don't, Kat will force them down you. Don't think she won't."
Jack took the glass sulkily. "I don't see why I have to take these." The infirmary was not high on his list of favourite places and he wanted to be out of here as soon as possible, his legs swinging against the bed in impatience.
"Vitamin deficiency," Syd replied, in the tone of one who had said the same thing several times. "Stop complaining and do as you're told. It'll be a lot less painful, believe me."
Glowering at the tablets clutched in his hand, Jack sighed mournfully. "Do I really have to? I feel fine."
"Tell that to Kat," Syd replied implacably. "And besides, that wasn't what you were saying earlier. Which is why we're here in the first place?"
"But--"
"Jack!"
"Fine," he grumbled and reluctantly swallowed the small pills that he now had to take everyday for at least three weeks. He should have just kept his mouth shut and suffered in silence. "Do I get anything for obeying doctor's orders?" he asked in an attempt at levity.
Syd smirked. "Nope," she said, ignoring his only slightly mock-crestfallen expression. "What did you expect, Jack? A kiss to make it better?"
"…No." Although kisses from the blonde SPD princess weren't something he'd turn down. If, you know, she was offering. Syd just smiled and patted his cheek indulgently.
"You're a big boy, Jack," she said with a grin. "Big boys take their medicine and like it."
"Oh really?"
She frowned. "Well, actually my dad still whines about having to take tablets, so no. But it sounds good anyway."
He sighed and looked over at Kat as the feline scientist walked towards them clipboard in hand. "Can I go now?" he asked, eager to be out of there.
"Yes. Just remember…"
"One each, every day for three weeks. Got it." He slid off the bed and was almost out of the room when two voices shouted his name in stereo. He flinched and turned back, radiating innocence. "What?" Kat and Syd were holding tiny bottles and he sighed before trudging back to take them. "Now can I go?"
"Yes, go," Kat sighed. "Just remember to take them."
"I will," he said over his shoulder, making good his escape while he good. Maybe Z was up for a game of light ball or something.