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"Hm, is that so? Well, it's quite alright..." Taking Ken's attempts to block them all out as acquiescence, he set about the task of taking his temperature.

"Can anyone tell me what symptoms he's been experiencing so far?"

[ooc: Solomon is using an ear thermometer on Ken.]

Aya was convinced Solomon should just drug him. But he took a step closer to be ready to hold Ken down in case the idiot tried anything.

Ken remained still for just a moment before pulling away, reaching out to swat at Solomon's hand.

"Fuck off. It's just a damh cold or something."

Omi grabbed for his hand and held it, pinning him down with more force than one would expect from so small a person.

"He's had a fever. And terrible headaches for days."

In truth, Ken's hand moved as if through molasses to the chiropteran's sharp eyes. It was a trivial attempt to keep him at bay, but he ignored it completely. The thermometer had only needed a moment to gauge the man's temperature. Glancing down at the display, his brow raised slightly.

"Hm, yes. This is fairly serious... your temperature is 104.2. We'll need to address this immediately."

He spoke over his shoulder, addressing no one in particular as he dug through his bag for some acetaminophen.

"Could someone bring him a glass of water? And also, I'll need a cloth and bowl filled with cold water."

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At the request, Aya left the room to go and get what had been asked for. It wasn't that difficult. They had everything needed in the kitchen. Gathering it all together, he carried it back to the other room and set it on the nightstand for Solomon.

"Here."

It was better for him to get things. Omi still needed more rest than he did.

Eyes open again, Ken watched them warily, a subtle tension in his hands.

"Thank you, Aya."

Omi held tight to Ken's hand, pressing a kiss against his fingers.

Pouring out two tablets in his hand, Solomon returned the bottle to his bag. Turning his attention back to his unwilling patient, he held out the glass of water with the pills.

"Here. Take these... they should have you feeling better shortly. And in the meantime, I'd like to start an IV, just for good measure."

"Hn."

His task done, he stood off to the side again.

Attention shifted, he eyed the pills.

".... not gonna let you drug me. Not again."

Omi bit his lip, worried at how much Ken might give away.

"No one's drugging you, Kenken. Come on."

He blinked, surprised at this reaction. "'Again'? I can assure you..." He paused, realizing that he'd never even gotten his patient's name. Kenken, was it? Or based on the apparent closeness between the two, would that be a nickname?

Solomon smiled, trying his best to be assuage the man's fears. "this is merely a fever reducer. Acetaminophen to be exact."

It didn't look good if this 'Kenken' was experiencing paranoia or delusions... perhaps the hospital would be needed after all. He turned to address Omi for the first time. "Forgive me but, I don't believe I've gotten either of your names..."

Sighing, he rubbed his temple. Ken was going to regret revealing that later. He just knew it. But he left it up to Omi to introduce him and Ken.

That wasn't his responsibility.

A deep-seated trust of his still visible teammates told his instincts that, while he didn't trust the doctor, he knew that they wouldn't let him harm him. After another moment of hesitation, he took the pills and downed them, then followed with the water.

Omi, meanwhile, looked shocked by his own rudeness.

"I'm sorry, Doctor. I'm Omi Tsukiyono. This is Ken."

He smiled encouragingly when Ken took the pills, squeezing his hand.

"Do you think it's whatever has been going through the City?"

Smiling, he nodded. "Nice to meet you both, although I wish the situation would have been under different circumstances."

At least Ken had taken the medicine. It was still worrying though that he might be suffering from something much worse. Had he really thought Solomon had drugged him before?

Ringing out the cloth in the cold water, he placed it on Ken's forehead. The fever was the more immediate concern, it was just a good thing that he'd been called when he had.

"It's quite possible, yes." Reaching into his bag, he pulled out the supplies for the IV. Hopefully Ken would cooperate... "I'll need you both to keep a close eye on him for a few days. And if anything changes at all, I want you to give me a call..."

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Aya nodded. He couldn't while he was at work but he could when he was here. Of the three of them, he was currently the healthiest.

That was troubling enough already.

"Alright."

The cool suddenly resting on Ken's brow made him shiver and moan softly, but his eyes were still almost hostile as he watched Solomon.

Omi kept his hands wrapped around Ken's in what looked like a gesture of support, but he was actually squeezing hard as a warning.

"I'll stay with him. Absolutely."

Reaching over, Solomon threaded the rubber tourniquet around Ken's upper arm. "Have you ever had an IV before, Ken?" It was important that his rather agitated patient was as informed as possible to what was going on. The last thing Solomon needed was to have to restrain him...

Aya didn't bother to answer for that either. That was Ken or Omi's responsibility. He was only there to make sure Solomon didn't pull anything.

"Of course I have. I used to play soccer. Athletes get injured, you know."

Ken pulled at the hand Omi was clutching, but his eyes were losing the almost wild light they'd had for a while.

"... I'll be fine."

Omi breathed a sigh of relief, his grip loosening just a little.

"I see..." He chuckled softly under his breath, amused that Ken was implying that he should know such a thing. It was good to keep up the pretense that this was all very trivial at this point. But the man's behavior did have him a bit concerned. Later, he would pull one of them out of the room to get a better understanding of Ken's frame of mind.

"Then you know what comes next... If you could, I'd like you to make a fist..."