xp_logs | Log: Nathan and Jennie

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Jennie is sent to check on everyone who's been released from the medlab to see if they're staying still. Nathan is, suprise surprise, trying to work. And he doesn't look too well either.

Jennie sighed and knocked again, not that she expected any answer, but she had to be polite. Dr. Voght had let her out of the medlab on the condition that she go out to the boathouse and check on Nathan. Not that she minded the work, Jennie felt bad about not being able to go to San Diego to help out, but Moira had adivised her against it seeing as how the smell of blood made her nauseous.

"Mr. Dayspring? Nathan? It's Jennie. I'm coming in." She opened the door.

Nathan froze, halfway to his desk, as Jennie stepped in off the deck. "... um. There's a logical explanation for this, really," he said weakly.

Jennie put her hands on her hips. "You were working! In a cast even!" she scolded, "do I have to tie you to the chair again?"

"I wasn't working! I was just... going to check my inbox," Nathan said, more than a little feebly. She didn't look impressed. "Okay. I was going to work. But really, I'm feeling better..." Okay, that was something of a lie, and his body pointed that out by teetering a little, just as the lie came out of his mouth.

"Woah now!" Jennie came over and steadied him. Or as much as the 5'7" 120-pounds-with-a-brick-in-her-pocket girl could. "Sit." She commanded.

"I'm a little wobbly," Nathan confessed as she steered him in the direction of... oh, his desk! As he sank down into the seat, he made a grab with his good hand for the papers sticking out of the inbox. "Mine!"

Jennie smacked his hand. "No! Sit, no work." Honestly, when did she start talking to him like an overgrown puppy? Oh, after the 17th concussion. Right. She noticed his eyes were slightly glassy. "You okay?" She reached out and felt his forehead. "You're warm."

"No, I'm Nathan," he said helpfully, then rolled his eyes at her. Or tried to, because it hurt. "Ow. My head."

That was never good. "I'm calling Dr. Voght," Jennie said immediately.

"No, not yet?" Nathan asked, and gave her the most appallingly effective puppy-dog look in the universe. "She'll pull me back into the infirmary. I know it. She threatened me with it earlier."

"I swear to God, you are as medlab-phobic as Marius." With good reason, too. "You don't look too good, you might have an infection."

Nathan managed to give her a deadpan look. "Of course I have an infection. Oh, wait... you don't know that. Right."

"Um. No, I didn't." Jennie said slowly. "But now you've pushed me from concern to worry. You don't look good, and I don't like that. Don't be stubborn."

"But I have to be stubborn. It's my middle name. Nathan Stubborn Christopher Dayspring."

Jennie rolled her eyes and reached for the phone on Nathan's desk. She held it out of reach and punched the extension for the medlab. "I'll be sure to tell your wife that you said that."

"She knows already." He rested his chin on his hand, gazing at her woefully. "There are two of you. One looks significantly more displeased than the other."

Jennie shook her head at the older man. The extension beeped and then Jennie heard a familiar accented voice. "Yeah, hi, it's me. Yes. No. He's all feverish. And stubborn. I think somebody needs to help me carry him. No, no hallucinations. At least not yet. Okay, thanks." She hung up. "Alrighty Mr. Dayspring, your exam room's been cleared. Again. Do you want to walk or do we have to drag you?"

"Kicking and screaming," Nathan said with a somewhat wobbly smile. He really didn't want to go back into the infirmary. Really, really didn't... "Bet you Amelia will be out here momentarily to teleport me. Jennie..." He tried to smile again. "Will you feed my bird while I'm sick?"

Okay, now he was freaking her out. "I will. I promise. Bella will be one happy well-fed bird when you get back." Jennie was interruped by the familiar green mist that was Dr. Voght's teleport.

"That's good. She likes you." Nathan's shoulders slumped at the sight of Amelia appearing. "Yet another ride on the Green Smoke Express..." Amelia did him the courtesy of not glowering at him as she reformed.

"He's all feverish. And talking funny." Jennie explained. She would not mention the fact that he had also been trying to work. What the hell was it with people here and burning the candle at both ends? When she was sick she more than readily accepted bedrest.

Amelia laid a hand on Nathan's shoulder. He waved a bit sadly at Jennie. "Come visit me... sneak me a nailfile in a cake..." Fortunately, Amelia chose that moment to dematerialize them.

Jennie sighed and flopped herself into Nathan's empty chair. This was getting way too old way too fast. She really needed a vacation from her life.