Sick Day\
Part 3
by JP
11/22/01
I'm glad you guys like it. This is the rest of it. Sorry
if it's too long.
"Just get better Dwayne," Garth whispered.
"Dwayne, lay down," Dr. Slate said, taking off his helmet.
"You're going to be all right, Lieutenant Hunter," the other
doctor said, injecting something in Dwayne's arm. Dwayne winced and
coughed.
Slate checked his temperature. "He's burning up," she told
the doctor.
"Here," the doctor said as she handed Slate a wet rag. "Keep
him cool."
"Uhh. Okay," she replied as she looked at Dwayne who was
breathing really hard and sweating. She began to wipe Dwayne's
face with the cold rag.
"Will he be okay, Doc Simons?" Mack asked.
"He'll be fine once we get his fever down and find what's
wrong with him," Dr. Simons replied.
"How far is it to the DARK HORSE?" she asked.
"About 40 miles," Jo replied, looking up from the helicopter
controls for a moment.
"How far is it to Quark?" Simons asked.
"Uhh. I think about 10 minutes," Slate said.
"He'll never make it to the DARK HORSE. We'll have to take
him to Quark," Dr. Simons said, looking at Jo.
"Right," Jo replied, and changed the helicopter's course.
"Agh. hu...." Dwayne mumbled in pain.
"Come on, Dwayne. Hang in there," Simons said.
"I'll call ahead," Dr. Slate said, picking up a cell phone.
Dwayne clutched a sheet to him. He turned on his side
slightly and cried out it pain. Dr. Simons grabbed him by the
shoulders and held him still as the medication that was injected
into his arm took effect.
"Yes. Thank you. We will be there shortly," Dr. Slate replied
and hung up the phone.
Dwayne took long gasps of breath, still holding his sheets in
a death grip. Slate wiped more sweat from his face and neck.
Jo landed the helicopter on the roof of the Quark Tower. Two
other doctors were ready with a stretcher. Dr. Simmons and Dr. Slate
helped Dwayne out of the copter and onto the stretcher. He was then
wheeled into Dr. Slate's lab, where some medical supplies were
already set up.
Slate had chosen for Dwayne to be cared for in her
lab because she was there most of the time and could watch him. Plus
she liked the feeling of Dwayne close to her. She never got to see
him that much and always worried about him getting hurt inside of
the Big Guy. But this time, he was really sick. She didn't know what
was going to happen to him. As Dr. Simons hooked up life supports
and bandaged a couple of injuries Dwayne had, Slate contacted Garth
in the Big Guy.
"How's it going?" she asked.
"Not too bad, actually. Rusty had an idea and it actually
worked!" Garth replied. " How's the Lieutenant doing?" he asked more
seriously, noticing Dwayne lying on the stretcher with doctors
buzzing around him.
Dr. Slate looked towards the floor. "He's not too good. He
has a really high fever and...and...." Dr. Slate stumbled.
"Don't worry, Doc. Dwayne's a fighter. He'll pull through,"
Garth replied. "He better," Garth thought to himself.
Dr. Slate closed off the link and went over to Dwayne.
"His temperature has dropped." Dr. Simmons said with some relife.
Slate smiled and touched her wrist to Dwayne's cheek.
"Gosh! He was soo cute when he's asleep," Dr. Slate and Jo
thought at the same time. Jo smiled at Slate. They somehow strangely
knew what they both were thinking. Dr. Slate smiled back and forced a
small giggle.
Dwayne coughed and started to breath a little slower
Jo, Dr. Slate and Dr. Simmons all sighed with relief.
"He should be fine now," Simmons said. checking a monitor. "I
have to get back to the DARK HORSE. Call me if he wakes up or
anything happens." Simmons exited Slate's lab.
"Oh my gosh!" Jo exclaimed, looking at the time. "Got to go
too," Jo said as she followed Simmons out.
Dr. Slate heard the chopper take off. She pulled up a chair
next to Dwayne and held his hand. She laid her head down on his
chest to feel his heart beat. "Hang in there, Dwayne," she said
softly. "Don't die on me."
Dwayne gasped suddenly. Dr. Slate sat up in alarm. He seemed
to be okay. Probably just taking a deep breath.
All of a sudden, she heard Rusty cheer over the intercom. "We
got him, Big Guy! We got him! Whoo hoo!!!" Rusty cheered.
Dr. Slate turned on the TV to the news channel. She saw Big
Guy getting up from under some rubble and Rusty dancing in the air.
"The Big Guy and Rusty the boy robot have done it again, I
see," a voice said behind Dr. Slate. It coughed.
"Dwayne!!" she exclaimed. She rushed over to his bedside and
hugged him. She felt like kissing him.
"Was I gone that long?" Dwayne asked in a raspy voice.
Dr. Slate moved closer to kiss him on his lips, but stopped
herself. She immediately blushed. "I, uh...." she stammered.
Slate was clearly happy to see Dwayne awake again. Dwayne
smiled at her. Dr. Slate drew back slightly. Dwayne raised up and kissed
her on her cheek. Dr. Slate pulled away in surprise.
Dwayne chuckled slightly as Slate blushed deeply. "You were
going to do something like that, weren't you?" Dwayne asked.
"I.. umm," Dr. Slate stammered again. Dwayne gave her a big grin.
Slate smiled and bent down and kissed him on the lips. She
closed her eyes.
Dwayne's eyes grew big at the Doc's sudden display of
emotion. She kissed him long and deeply. She drew back after a
minute gasping for breath.
"Careful, Doc. You might get sick," Dwayne said playfully.
Dr. Slate couldn't believe what she had just done. She had
wanted to kiss Dwayne ever since they first met. "How do you feel?"
she asked, holding her hand to his forehead.
"Okay, I guess," he replied and coughed.
"You still have a fever. Here. Dr. Simons said for you to
take these," Slate said, handing him a pill and a small cup of
water. He swallowed it and instantly coughed loudly. Dr. Slate
smiled sadly as Dwayne coughed uncontrollably. Dwayne breathed in
deeply when he stopped coughing.
"I'll let you rest," Dr. Slate said, unbuttoning his
flightsuit at the top and pulling a sheet up. Dwayne smiled as he
fell asleep.
Dr. Slate went back to monitor Rusty and Big Guy. "Any
progress?" she asked Garth.
"We've almost destroyed the monster. Rusty is doing most of
it," Garth said. He noticed Dwayne giving him a thumbs up behind
Slate. "Dwayne's awake?!"
Garth's image faded. The Big Guy had lost its communication
system!
Dr. Slate and Dwayne shared the same striken look. Dwayne
tried not to fall asleep, but he lost the short battle.
"Garth?!" Dr. Slate asked through a commlink. There was no
reply.
"Garth! What happened?!" Mack yelled.
"I lost my visual. When Rusty destroyed the alien, it blew
out my backup system," Garth replied.
Mack and Jo's faces popped up on the screen after a moment.
"You did it, Rusty," Dr. Slate smiled as she thought to herself.
A day and a half later...
"Thanks again!" Dwayne waved to the helicopter pilot as he
took off from the deck of the USS DARK HORSE. He walked into the Big
Guy hangar where Jo, Mack, and Garth all embraced him in a group hug.
"Glad you're back!" Garth said.
"I was gone THAT long?!" Dwayne asked in surprise.
"You were real sick," Mack answered.
"Yeah. No one thought you were going to make it. Darlene even
called, worried about you," Jo added. The crew chatted for a few
moments.
"So, what did I miss?" Dwayne asked.
THE END
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