A/N: Back by semi-popular demand.
Kensi rushed down the hall, pushing past two nurses in time to see a whole barrage of doctors and nurses, bringing carts and medical equipment to Deeks' room.
"What happened?"
They ignored her, rattling off orders and numbers to one another as they hurried into the room. Kensi grabbed the arm of the last nurse, begging, "I need to know what's going on. Please, he's my husband."
The nurse's expression turned sympathetic, and she took Kensi's hands.
"He's in good hands," she said. Kensi started to object, and she quickly added, "That's all I can tell you right now. I know it's hard, but the best thing you can do for him is let us do our work. Ok?"
Kensi nodded, and the nurse opened the door, slipping inside. Just before the door closed again, Kensi caught a glimpse of Deeks through the plastic barrier to his room. His face was obscured by an oxygen mask and as she watched, started attaching leads to his chest.
She stumbled back, jerking when she ran into something solid.
"Hey, easy," Sam said from behind her. She hadn't even realized he'd followed her. Wordlessly, she turned, pressing her face into his chest.
"Shh, it's going to be ok," he murmured, rubbing her back.
"Sam, I'm so scared. He needs to be ok. I can't lose him like this."
"You won't."
His arms tightened around her, and she had the bizarre thought his hold was the only thinking keeping her from breaking into a thousand little pieces.
"You don't know that."
"Deeks is too stubborn to let a virus get him," Sam murmured. "Soon, he'll be talking your ear off like he never stopped."
Kensi blinked against the tears welling up in her eyes, and clung to Sam.
Kensi walked the length of the hall, calculating each darker gray square as she passed over it. She'd been pacing for the better part of forty-five minutes, her mind drifting back to Deeks every few seconds.
Why hadn't anyone updated her yet? Surely someone would have come for her if the worst happened. But no one had told her what was going on to begin with. She needed to see him again if—
Kensi caught herself off before she could complete the thought, speeding up so she reached the end of the hall in five seconds instead of twelve. Her stomach churned with anxiety and sick fear.
She hated the unknown.
"Miss Blye?"
Kensi spun around, hurrying over when she saw Dr. Morita approaching, Sam following behind him.
"How is he?" Kensi asked, bracing herself for the worst.
"Your husband had a seizure—"
"Oh my god," she gasped, a wave of dizziness sweeping through her.
"I know that's alarming news, but it lasted less than a minute and he's responding normally to stimuli again. He's stable and conscious," the doctor assured her in a measured tone.
Kensi exhaled slowly, forcing the panic down again. She could deal with it later; when Deeks wasn't in a hospital bed.
"Could it be the fever that caused the seizure? I heard that can happen sometimes."
Dr. Morita nodded. "It's a possibility. Usually that occurs with higher fever than your husband has. We're going to run some additional tests to check for any unusual brain activity and determine exactly why he had this seizure. Though I have a good theory."
"What?"
"Keeping in mind that, this isn't for certain, based on his symptoms, we believe Mr. Deeks is experiencing an allergic reaction to the medication," Dr. Morita told them.
"You're kidding," Sam muttered. "Only Deeks."
Kensi flashed him a look, not having the energy for anything approaching humor. She didn't know if this made thing better or worse. "What makes you think it was the medication?"
"The seizure also occurred shortly after we increased his dose. Pair that with the fever, nausea, and a lowered oxygen rate, and it's quite possible," he explained.
"If it's the medication, what are you going to do?" Kensi asked.
"Well, we're holding his next dose until we have confirmation and if it is the cause of the seizure activity, we'll look into other medication options."
"Ok." She had a thousand other questions, but had a feeling they wouldn't lessen her worry. "You said he's conscious?"
"Yes. You can go sit outside his room until we start the tests if you'd like," Dr. Morita offered. "I think it will be good for both of you.
"Thank you," Kensi said, grateful for the chance to see Deeks again. She'd feared she'd never had that chance just a few minutes ago.
A/N: Just taking liberties with medical information over here again. Though I do know people can have allergic or adverse reactions to just about anything.