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Fever
by
Bluespirit
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay
Rating: G
Summary: Rodney isn't well. A short snippety prequel to 'Recuperation'.
Genre: comfort, romance
Spoilers: none
Word count: ~ 400
Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction. The characters and universe are the property of Stargate (II) Productions, Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, Gekko Productions and the Sci-Fi Channel. This fic is meant solely for entertainment purposes and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes:
1. This is a prompt ficlet/snippet for Sandyurbahns who said 'I'd like
to see what put Rodney in the infirmary in Recuperation. We know he had
the flu, but did he just give in easily to being sick or did he fight it
all the way and somehow manage to give everyone else a heart attack before
he gave in for treatment.' I hope this answers your question!
2. Thanks to the amazing Lantean_drfit for the beta & all round
fabulousness.
3. Um, you really need to read 'Recuperation' first,
'kay? Thx! *g*
“No… no… no!”
Rodney’s shout woke John instantly, senses automatically searching for
danger. He turned on the lights with a thought but the room was empty,
everything secure.
“Rodney?”
Rodney was twisted in the sheets beside him, thrashing violently from
side to side, and John put a steadying arm across his chest, trying to
calm him down before he managed to push them both out of the bed.
“Rodney! Wake up!”
Rodney’s movements grew less frantic, though his body still trembled
under John’s soothing hands. He finally opened his eyes, blinking
painfully at the light and staring around the room in obvious confusion.
“You okay, buddy?” John asked, dialling the lights down a little as
he brushed the sweat-soaked hair from Rodney’s brow. His skin was hot
to the touch but looked pale and washed out, and his eyes were ringed a
fierce red. “Rodney?”
“I…. What?” Rodney seemed to have trouble tracking and when he
finally focussed on John his eyes were dull and lifeless, with none of
their usual spark. He swallowed loudly, a dry, painful sound, and
blinked slowly. “I don’t feel so good,” he murmured, the shivering
becoming worse.
“You don’t look so good either,” John said, and was relieved to
see a familiar flash of irritation mixed with affection in Rodney’s
pain-clouded eyes before he curled miserably onto his side.
“I think you should see Carson,” John said, pulling the comforter
around Rodney’s shoulders as he shook. “I’m going to call him.”
John sat up and reached for his radio.
“S’okay,” Rodney said, waving John’s hand away. “I’ll be
okay.”
“Rodney, you really don’t look good. You need to get this checked
out,” John said, stroking Rodney’s shoulders as he curled into his
lap.
“S’nothin’,” Rodney muttered and John couldn’t hear anything
else as Rodney pressed his face against John’s stomach with a weary
groan. Rodney was always happy to make a huge fuss over something as
innocuous as a scratch or a splinter - complaining loudly and at length
about the dangers of septicaemia or gangrene - but he was curiously
reluctant when things got serious. Things were obviously serious now and
John decided that it was time to step in. He pressed a gentle kiss to
Rodney’s forehead and then keyed his radio. He was calling the
infirmary.
The end
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