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[oom: After this]

It is the early hours of the morning when Guppy slips into the infirmary. Taking care not to wake the other patients, he picks up a few supplies and goes into the office, closing the door behind him.
He unwraps the bloody bandage on his hand and begins to clean the wound and replace the steristrips.
When he finishes he puts his hand to his head and sips the isotonic drink Bar gave him. He takes it one sip at a time until he had finished the whole bottle, but the feeling of nausea and exhaustion remain.
Too dehydrated. Need to put myself on IV...
He gets up to put himself on a drip but finds the room refusing to stay level. As he collapses on the floor of the office everything goes black. He curses under his breath.
"I can take you to him."
I am NOT going to just sit here and die of dehydration of all things.
He waits until the darkness in front of his eyes clears a little before trying to move. It is a weak, exhausted movement but he somehow manages to get to the sink and pour himself a glass of water. Shakily he takes the glass under the desk and curls back into a little ball.
Abs can't section me if he can't find me.
My Fault
Exhausted by his efforts, he falls asleep.

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Hank comes in and finds him later. Using his sensors to determine his state he nods and gently lifts Guppy and then delivers him to a bed. He hooks him up[ to two IVs, one delivering fluids and nutrients and the other a slight influx of medicine, to attemtpo to reverse some of the malnuitrition damage.

Then Hank smiles slightly and sits, resting as he works on his laptop quietly.

He sleeps for a while, until his brain begins to register the 'not dying on the floor of the office' thought again and he opens his eyes, blinking.
Disliking the pillow intensely he puts it under the bed.

[ooc: Rachel-mun? I would have tagged back but your reply has disappeared.]

Which earns him a wry chuckle.

"Got a thing against comfort, Guppy?"

Despite thr chuckles there is only concern in Hank's voice.

"I don't like pillows. I have nightmares about them."

He looks up at Hank. "Please don't section me. I snapped out of it and I tried to drink but it was a bit too late. Please don't section me."

He nods.

"I wouldnt Guppy. I'm not from your world anyway, but I wouldnt do that to you. Rest, and relax. You will get better in time. Just give yourself time to recover. You wont be getting out of bed for at least most of today."

He smiles slightly.

"You are among friends now."

"I heard Abs telling Aeryn he was going to. Just because I didn't feel like talking doesn't mean I wasn't listening."

He looks up at Hank. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get sick."

Hank smiles softly.

"I know you dont, Guppy. You have been throuhg a lot. Dont worry. Things will get better,even if they have been bad."

Guppy nods.

"They have to."

His eyes flicker towards the person coming in at the door and widen. He grips onto the bed with the hand without the drip in.

"No, go away. I won't let you section me Abs. I'd rather die."

Abs approaches but stops at these words.

"I never said I was going to section you!"

Hank watches these two and sighs.

"Noone is doing anything right now. Except Guppy resting and getting better. You two behave, or I will knock the both of you out."

And his voice is quiet and his eyes are very, very, serious.

The time before last when Guppy and Abs got into a fight it ended in them both spending a night in the cells.

"You're lying. I heard you say it to Aeryn."

"I wouldn't have done it unless I had to. I was worried about you."

Guppy edges away from him, clinging to the top of the bed. Abs ignores Hank at his peril, approaches Guppy and puts a hand on his shoulder trying to calm him down. Which is probably the worst thing he could do because Guppy promptly bursts into tears and curls up into a trembling ball, clinging to the top of the bed.

"Guppy please, I'm your friend, I'm not going to hurt you or take you anywhere."

And Hank's hand descends onto Abs's shoulder and forcibly moves him back slightly.

"Not now, Abs."

That voice brooks no arguement, nor does the flat stare he levels at Abs. Then he turns to Guppy and gently touches the other man's arm.

"You have to try to rest, Guppy. Come on, straighten out. You will be okay."

His voice is soft and soothing, a quiet rumble.

(ooc: runs back out again to eat)

Abs delivers one last, painful look at the mess he has once again not helped with, before heading back out into the bar. As the door closes Guppy looks up at Hank with red swollen eyes, not uncurling.

"It was my fault."

"Maybe so, but you need to rest and you two can work this out or not after you are better. Right now, you need to worry about resting and getting better. And just because I figured you might want something as a distraction. I have several boioks here as well as a small laptop you can work simulations of the new machines here. Something to keep your mind occupied when you cant sleep."

Hank's voice is still quiet and soothing, even if it gets a little stern at the start there.

He hadn't been talking about the fight with Abs, but he begins to calm down all the same.

"Thank you." he says quietly, uncurling.

"Is my father here Hank?"

Hank sighs and shakes his head.

"I dont know for certain, but I havent seen him Guppy. I will make inquiries and put in a note for Bar or him to let us know if he arrives, okay? What is his full name?"

"Jas Sandhu. Dr or Mr depending on how old he is. He looks a little like me only he has straight black hair rather than curly. He is shorter than me but he sort of seems a lot bigger."

Hank nods.

"Okay. I will put a note in with Bar. Now, you rest."

"Thanks Hank. I'm sorry."

He lays down and curls up so that the drip is in a good position, then gradually slips back into his disturbed, haunted sleep.

Hank watches for a little while, then slips off to the office, whee he watches and thinks.