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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..."

Edited 2009-06-20 21:37 (UTC)

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..."

His joints ached as he curled his fingers and he had no idea if the discomfort showed on his face. All in all, things like this were second nature to Ken and as long as Omi was there, he'd behave. Even if he didn't, he had a sneaking suspicion Aya would make him.

It would have to be Aya. Omi wasn't apt to leave Ken's side at the moment.

The vein was slow to react, a sure sign of dehydration. But such things were common with high fevers...

It was fortunate that Solomon's chiropteran senses were more attuned to the flow of blood in potential prey. Tapping on the man's arm, he gazed intently at the flesh, picking out the pulse under the surface of the man's flesh.

With a slight smile, he honed in on just the right spot, and swiped it with an alcohol pad before pressing the needle directly into the vein.

Edited 2009-06-21 05:00 (UTC)

Ken didn't react to the stick, since it'd happened to him many times before. Granted, he was a lot better at what he did now, but he'd had to learn somehow, and what better way?

Omi just squeezed his other hand and stroked through his hair worriedly.

Catheter in place, he slid the needle back out and taped the line firmly in place. It would take time for the saline solution to ease into Ken's body. Until then, he could monitor his health, and have a much needed word with his 'roommates'.

"All done... now, just try to relax while the IV does it's job. Hopefully, you should be feeling less ill shortly... I'll come back in and check with you in a few minutes, alright?"

He smiled over at Omi, a reassuring gesture. "This should help... but maybe we should give him a few moments rest. Would it be an imposition to have you make some tea while we wait? I could use something to drink..."

Something to drink. He could take care of that. Removing himself from where he was standing, Aya made his way to the kitchen to start the tea.

Ken just nodded a bit, squeezing Omi's hand before letting his drop from Omi's grasp.

"... go on. Get yourself something to drink, too."

Solomon went from Omi's new favorite person to high on his shit list in that moment. But good manners won and a need to preserve their cover won out. He ran his hands over Ken's forehead before leaving to help Aya.

Taking his bag with him, he followed the others out into the living room, pulling the bedroom door closed behind him with a soft click. When out of earshot, he allowed his nonchalant smile to ease from his handsome features. There was no need to disguise his hesitations from these two.

"I hope you don't mind... but in Ken's current state, I felt it would be easier to ask about his thought patterns lately by coming out here for a few minutes." Pulling a clipboard from the side pocket, he began to make notations of his patient's condition. "Has he been acting differently than normal? More suspicious, hostile.... delusional? Anything unusual that might mean this is something more ~~serious~~ than a simple fever."

Edited 2009-06-22 02:25 (UTC)

Aya eyed the door that Solomon had just closed. That wasn't something he would have hid from Ken. No matter how irritating he was being right now. His frown showed that much as he turned his back and went into the kitchen.

Omi would share it with Ken later.

"He's never like this. He's not mean or sarcastic, he's -- he's the happiest person I know."

"Hm... you'd concur, Aya?"

Tapping his pen lightly on the medical chart, Solomon ran through the list of symptoms currently running rampant in the City.

Aya started the water and favored Solomon with a cool gaze.

"What Omi said is true. You don't need to ask me."

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action; you guys aren't the target of his temper : P

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