A request by Storm Uchiha, who asked for CR getting sick, and then having someone random help him. I wasn't sure if by random you meant "that one guy with the funny shirt" or "roll the dice and deal with it", so I went with the second option.

I rolled the dice and got a pretty 2, which means it's Maria.

You are awful at this.

I know.

It's a day that starts like any other: the sun rises, and the birds chirp, and the wind blows. People who dedicate their life to save the other's are slowly arriving at the hospital, if they weren't already there to begin with. But just because the day starts as always doesn't mean something different is not going to happen.

CR-S01 is headed to the meeting room. Since he woke this morning he hasn't been feeling good, and on his way to his destination, he's feeling way more tired than he should. The chief's speech during the conference is occasionally interrupted by a sniffing sound, and by the sixth time or so, Maria snaps and throws a box of tissues at the convict, who fails to catch it and receives it right on the nose. He whimpers weakly and for the rest of the time, he tries to blow his nose as quietly as possible.

-Day 1-

He is deemed too sick to perform surgery, and considering the condition of the cell he lives in, the young surgeon uses the break room to rest until he gets better. His four coworkers relay to watch over him, but since Maria is the one with the least work, she is assigned to watching duty most of the time. There really isn't much to do, other than occasionally giving him water and making sure there are enough tissues. He tries to stand up, but he's promptly stopped.

"Hey, you aren't going anywhere like that!" chastises Maria, and with a light pressure of her hand on her chest, lays him back against the bed.

"But I can't just stop helping them. It's just a cold, it won't affect me on th-" CR is cut off before he can finish the phrase by Maria applying more pressure with her hand. He tries to struggle meekly but doesn't achieve anything.

"You can't even stand up, you idiot, do you really think you can perform a surgery without killing the patient?" and she has a point, and from then on he doesn't argue with her.

-Day 2-

The surgeon is woken up by harsh sunlight piercing through his closed eyelids, and struggles to move his arm so he can cover his eyes. Efforts to fall asleep are ruined however, as a minute later Maria kicks the break room door open, a glass of water in a hand and painkillers in the other.

"Wake up, Sleeping Beauty! How are you feeling on this fine day?"

The only answer the paramedic gets is a slight shuffle on the couch the surgeon sleeps on and a muffled groan.

"Here, I got you some painkillers" she says cheerily, and she grins when the young man takes them. "But really, how are you feeling?"

"Not better. My throat is sore and my nose is stuffed." He's only stating the obvious, but, hey, she asked. When he turns to where Maria should be, she is gone, and when she once again kicks the door open, she's holding a bottle and a spoon. She sits next to the convict, and, uncapping the bottle, pours some of the syrup in the spoon.

"C'mon, open up!"

"This is childish; I am not goi-"once again he's cut off. "Do you want to perform surgery again or stay here longer?"

"…fine." He reluctantly opens his mouth and lets the young woman administer the foul-tasting syrup. He cringes, and lets himself fall back.

"There. It wasn't so difficult. Hopefully you'll be back on your feet by tomorrow!"

"Right" he doesn't feel very confident, considering who is "nursing" him. For all he knows, he shouldn't have taken that syrup. "Thank you for taking care of me" he says anyways; she deserves credit for not breaking his neck from his constant sniffling. She seems surprised by the gratefulness, whipping her head to look at him. "It was… uh, it was nothing, really!" she smiles sheepishly.

"But you are the worst nurse I've ever had" he admits, and he almost expects her to explode and make him regret it. "Yeah well, I'm not trained to do these kinds of things, y'know. I'm not a nurse, I'm a paramedic! It's not at all the same thing" and the way she says it, she almost kind of sounds hurt, which is pretty odd coming from her.

"Hey, still, you did well for someone who's never had training". At his words, Maria perks up and smiles proudly. "Thanks! I wasn't expecting a compliment from someone like you!"

The rest of the day flies by quickly as they idly discuss of various things.

-Day 3-

By the time he wakes up, CR-S01 feels much better, and he is able to stand up. His nose doesn't feel stuffed, and his body no longer aches. He walks to the door, and as soon as he opens it, he feels someone colliding forcefully into him, to the point he loses his balance. Whoever rammed into him catches him by his collar and quickly pulls him back on his feet.

"Hey! You're already up! Good to see you're better."

"Yes, thank you. Are there any patients that need surgery?" he asks, because really, he needs to catch up on the time lost.

"Huh, already thinking about that. Just go ask Gabe, he's in his office. I'm sure he has some charts for you".

And with that he quickly exits the room. Maria smiles to herself. Nursing him wasn't half bad, to be honest.

Haaah, another story done! Not too proud of it, but I hope it's what you asked. I personally think it should be funnier. Much funnier. I'll probably rewrite it at some point!

Requests are always open, no matter how odd they are!

Love you all, and see you next chapter!