InsaneJournal

Current mood:	sore
Entry tags:	alec, chicago, introduction_powers, solo

Infected
The thing about Alec was he never got sick, ever. He'd always been a healthy kid with a strong constitution, it was rare for anything to knock him for six and take the wind out of his sails.

The problem was that something had.

It had crept up on him when he least expected it to and he'd spent the last four hours of his shift muffling a cough. He'd brushed aside a few concerned looks from the nurses and just reassured them that it was nothing to worry about, he was clearly working too many hours. Nothing to do with the fact his right hand had tingled for a long time after touching his cancer patient this evening. It was just weird that was all.

Alec scrubbed at his hair and cleared his throat, trying to dislodge the apparent lump at the back of it. He couldn't be sick, he just couldn't because he had already signed himself up for some overtime on the weekend.

He turned on his heel and stopped by his cancer patient's room, picking up his chart to look over the nurse's comments. Huh, he wasn't doing too badly. Alec had been expecting something worse. He slid the chart back and looked up at his patient, muffling another cough into his hand as the man himself appeared to be sleeping peacefully for the first time in a long while.

Least somebody was doing well even if Alec hadn't expected the best from this particular patient.

Alec turned and left the room, coughing into his hand. If this kept up then he was going to have to leave the hospital, it wouldn't do anyone any good for him to be spreading germs around already sick people. He'd see how he felt in an hour, if no better he'd go home, but hopefully it would just pass.

If only his hand would stop tingling.