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Bridget couldn't leave that night. She wouldn't until she knew that he was stable, and she knew that would not be sure until the fever he fought had passed. The medic did manage to snatch a bit of sleep, but she woke to the sound of retching outside and was immediately on her feet.

Hey, here. You're alright. She knew better than to be annoyed that he'd gotten up. Illness could have caused it, or the need to move. She did move closer, however, to lend him something to lean on.

He couldn't communicate verbally, but she waited to see what he would do. If he did not seem to recognize her, or pulled away, then she would need to do her best to reassure him. She did not think his fever had risen to that level yet but she was prepared regardless.