Three hours later the security team was still searching for Ward. Skye was getting worried.
"What's going on?" the doctor asked Skye.
"He's missing. I got here this morning to find him gone." Skye almost cried.
To her surprise the doctor laughed.
"Come with me." He said, leading her down a couple of corridors.
He opened the door to the family room and shooed Skye inside. She spun to face him.
"What's this about? Your patient is missing and you laugh and lead me in here?" she asked angrily.
The doctor spun her around and forward two paces so that she could see two legs propped up on the coffee table, one of them was bandaged heavily.
Skye breathed a sigh of relief and walked over to the chair where Ward was in a deep sleep.
"How did you know he'd be here?" Skye asked the doctor.
"I just did." The doctor told her as she shook his shoulder to wake him up.
"Hmhp! What?" Ward asked, startled out of the pleasant dream he was having.
"What do you mean what?" Skye demanded.
Ward looked at her. He was confused by Skye's reaction.
"The whole hospital has been looking for you for the last three hours." The doctor told him.
"Oh. Oops."
"Oops?" Skye stammered. She was getting hysterical.
"Why don't we get Grant back to his room." The doctor suggested, trying to calm Skye down.
"We could just leave him here" Skye suggested.
"Why don't you go down the corridor and ask for a wheelchair?" The doctor suggested.
"I walked here, I can walk back." Ward protested, earning a smack around the back of the head from the doctor.
"Wheelchair please." The doctor instructed.
Skye looked at Ward. She had never seen anyone hit Ward and get away with it. She saw him roll his eyes and then she left to go and ask the nurse for a wheelchair.
"What the hell were you thinking?" The doctor demanded, turning on Ward
"I got bored. I had nothing to read so I came down here."
"Do you realise what you have done to your body?"
"I have a rough guess Don't know what I have done to my arm or leg but hey! I can walk back to the room."
"No. I will wheel you back to your room and you will stay there."
"How about, you let me walk back to the room and I will stay there, providing you find me a decent book to read." Ward reasoned.
"How about I wheel you back to your room and pump your ass full of sedative." The doctor threatened.
"Fine. You win." Ward conceded.
"You're girlfriend seems like a character." The doctor said to him.
"Wife." Ward corrected him.
"Wife? My my, you have come a long way."
"A lot can happen in five years." Ward reminded him, holding his arm out so the doctor could haul him to his feet (well foot).
"At least Natasha isn't here holding a gun to my head this time." The doctor laughed as Skye came back in with a porter and a wheelchair.
The doctor sat Ward in the chair and arranged the IV so that he could wheel Ward back to his room without it getting kinked.
They got back to the room Ward was using and the doctor hauled him out of the chair and back into the bed, noticing, as he did, the colour draining from Ward's face.
The doctor let Skye tuck Ward into the bed while he injected pain relief into Ward's IV. He also checked all of Ward's vital signs.
"Skye, I wonder if you could go and tell your friends that we've found him. Staff can then remove the hospital lockdown." The doctor asked.
Skye looked confused, but took it as a 'I wish to talk to my patient alone' request and left to do as she was asked.
"You got rid of her." Ward pointed out.
"Yes. I simply want to remind you that if you get out of this bed without me telling you that you can I will knock you out faster than you can say 'crap'." The doctor warned him.
"Can I at least go to the bathroom?"
"You can go to the bathroom, but no rambles down the corridor."
"Ok, but you still need to find me a book."
"I will get your lovely wife and colleagues on that." The doctor promised, heading for the door.
"Before you go doc. Can I ask you something?"
"What?"
"Skye has been talking about having kids." Ward admitted.
"That's a big step."
"We live on a plane. What steps would we need to take?"
"How would I know? I'm not an OBGYN."
"You aren't an orthopaedic surgeon either." Ward pointed out.
"I'll research it and let you know. I take it Mrs. Ward doesn't know we are having this conversation?"
"Nope!"
A/N: Any guesses who the doc is?