[For Gwen] - Post-Dinos

[dr_robchase]

He had told the Doctor that he should go, find the others, see if everyone was okay. Of course he hadn't meant a word of it, had really meant stay, please don't leave me, please, please, please. But then, when recently engaged and rescued from dinosaurs, exhausted with low blood sugar and a wound on his hip deep enough to earn its own name (the Grand Chase Canyon), he really wasn't in the best headspace.

So he had pushed the Doctor to go do his things, because he had to learn sometime. And anyway, he was wrapped in massive blankets, only his eyes and forehead and hair peeking out from under, half-asleep and swathed in protective cotton and linens.

It felt nice.

Even if he didn't want to close his eyes too much, for fear he'd be yanked right back to Mr. T-Rex.

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[be-normal.livejournal.com]

"Rob." She's addressing him in That Tone. The one mothers use when their children have disappointed them and they want them to know it. "You know better."

[dr_robchase]

Chase gave her a look in turn. "Gwen," he said, very seriously. "I'm a very good intensivist and your head says so. I did fine."

[be-normal.livejournal.com]

"You're lucky you're already hurt, or I'd smack you," Gwen replies with a low huff and wriggles out from under the blankets, not wanting to get heat stroke. This is also another strike against the Doctor, that he'd allowed it.

[dr_robchase]

Not only allowed it, but had finished the job for him.

"One tiny injury and a dip in blood sugar," he protested, resting with her as he started to get a little hot, but not too much. "Besides, you shouldn't smack the near-dead. We get mad."