Night in the Emergency Room (Morgan/Kirle)

[clementine]

Pissed off, that's how the rookie was doing. They were making him swim. Swim! Boring lame laps back and fourth to stimulated his muscles or some such shit. He was wearing nothing but a pair of red swim trunks. Though he may have been thinner than Kirle, he was no less muscled, the weeks of laying in bed not effecting them too much.

"I'm done!" Morgan announced, climbing out of the poor now that his limbs were obeying him. He ignored the protests of the therapist and strolled out, dripping water everywhere as he snagged a towel to pet himself down.

[praiseofblood]

Kirle walked into the pool room, blinking at the sight of the male's body. Damn. His eyes tracked the water that dripped off of the rookie cop before the therapist caught sight of him.

"Dr. Kirle, thank the Gods!" he said with relief. "Please, explain to Mr. Peterson the dangers of moving about like this," he said, looking at the male.

Kirle looked at the male, before sighing. "Still giving the authorities hell, rookie?" he asked with a raised brow.

[clementine]

Morgan's head jerked up at the sight of Kirle and he even smiled for a moment, seeming happy to see the male before he scowled. "You bet your ass I am." He snorted. "And I'm fucking tired of blah water training blah blah." Morgan. "Can't I be done yet? I'm wasting away in here." Though by the sight of his body you couldn't tell.

[praiseofblood]

Kirle looked at the male, thinking the same thing. "Let me be the judge of that. Come on Rookie and let's get you checked out." he said, motioning for the male to follow him.

[clementine]

Morgan groaned, shoulders drooping. "Fine." He intoned, following after the doctor. "I hope you had a good three days off...even knowing that I was dieing in here."

[praiseofblood]

"Oh yeah, I had loads of fun." he said with a small smile, looking over his shoulder at the male. Kirle lead Morgan into the hospital room. "Hop up." he motioned to the table.

[clementine]

"Bastard." Morgan muttered as they went into the room. He jumped up on the table, his wet trunks squelching with water on the metal surface. "Ew." He wrinkled his nose, wiggling slightly. He hated it when his balls were all wet. Yuck.

[praiseofblood]

"A wise person would have laid the towel down first, yeah?" Kirle asked with a raised eyebrow as he began to run the tests. He tested the male's reflexes and such, and his heart and head injury. "Your reflexes are still a bit slow, but your brain seems to be recovering just fine. I wouldn't reccomend too much strenuous activity, and nothing fast paced or else it'll start to build that pressure back up. Have you been having any trouble breathing?" he asked the male, before placing his stethoscope in his ears and moving closer.

[clementine]

"Oh ha ha. Don't be a wise ass." Morgan sniffed. "As to the breathing, just a bit." Nothing that important. He wouldn't have brought it up if Kirle hadn't of asked. What was a little gasping between friends anyways. The rookie hissed when the cold stethoscope hit his skin.

[praiseofblood]

Kirle looked at the male blinking as he listened to the male's breathing. "Yeah, you've still got a bit of fluid there. We'll have to drain that, so you won't have problems in the future." he assured.

[clementine]

"What?" Morgan practically squeaked out. "Nu-uh. I don't want anymore tubs or needles pointed in my direction, okay?" He said, rubbing his chest to warm it up again.

[praiseofblood]

Kirle sighed, before looking at Morgan. "Morgan." he said, using the male's name for once. "You're health is at risk here. If you want to go back to work, I suggest you suck it up and get healed already." he said, with a small frown.

[clementine]

Morgan flushed pink and ducked his head, abashed for once. "Yeah, alright." He murmured without a fuss. He really wanted to go back to work. He missed all the guys and the ass kickings they gave the bad guys.

[praiseofblood]

Kirle looked at the male, thinking his reaction was cute. "We'll do that tomorrow. Until that time you can't eat anything and drink only a little water." he said, looking at Morgan. "You should be ready to go in about a week." Even though the idea of Morgan leaving upset him and he didn't know why.

[clementine]

"No more eating again? Jeez, no wonder why people avoid this place." Morgan gruffed. "You're eating schedule sucks." He stuck out his tongue. He wasn't sure how he felt about leaving though. Would Kirle still let him visit?