Soul Mates?
Part 8
Monday morning when Natalie arrived at the NIH she went immediately in search of Miles to see how he was feeling. The one time she'd called him over the weekend she had apparently woken him up as the resulting conversation was short and his voice cranky.
Miles was busily looking over some reports he saw Natalie enter and stand by the desk. "Hey, Nat. How was the concert?" he asked.
"It was good. I even got Sergi Ivanoff to sign my program," she replied, her eyes sparkling.
"Was it the music or being with Connor?' he teased and watched as she suddenly blushed. "Never mind. I think I just got my answer."
"So don't go telling everybody, okay. I want to take this slow and see how Stephen feels about going out gain," Natalie answered. "After, all I do know where you live."
"Is that a threat, Dr. Durant?" Miles inquired a teasing tone to his voice.
"Let's just call it a warning, Dr. McCabe. How are you feeling?" she asked noticing that he was looking pale and tired.
"I'm okay. Fever's gone. Besides I was bored with just being at home in bed," Miles answered. "Don't worry about me, Nat. I'm fine. I spent most of the time resting."
"I'll take your word for it," Natalie answered.
"So tell me about the concert or don't you kiss and tell?" Miles teased.
Natalie was blushing as she picked up a journal and whacked him on the shoulder. "The music was wonderful, the food was good and we shared a table with our esteemed director," she replied quickly.
"Okay, okay. Don't hit me again," miles said as he reached to pluck the journal out of her hand.
Their conversation was cut short by the sound of their pagers going off simultaneously. Natalie quickly checked hers and said "Looks like we're wanted in the briefing room."
Miles quickly checked his and got to his feet, heading for the door with Natalie close behind him. Together they made their way to where the rest of the team was rapidly assembling.
Seeing the other two doctors enter and take their seats, Stephen quickly passed around copies with what little was known regarding their latest case. "Glad to see you back, Miles,' he told the younger man.
"Glad to be back. What have we got?" Miles replied picking up the paper and quickly scanning it.
"An Eskimo village—Kirakau, Alaska, is experiencing an outbreak of a flu like illness. Rapid onset with severe respiratory involvement, fever spikes of 105 body aches, gastric distress. S far ten people have reported symptoms with a mortality rate of 60 percent." Stephen replied.
"The area is isolated near the Arctic Circle and medical facilities are pretty primitive," Eva added.
"We'll be packing in as much supplies as we can. The flight leaves in two hours so go get packed everybody," Stephen told them. He watched as the team members got to their feet and headed for the door.