OPS Shenanigans

Stomach Virus

Nell held her head up off of the pillow, ignoring the nausea radiating through her.

Her clock read seven thirty. Damn late again.

Nell made the effort to haul herself out of bed it took all the strength she didn't have not to collapse on the floor but she was determined she would make it to work today.

She dressed slowly trying not to make any sudden movements and skipped breakfast entirely which in the long run made it worse.

Her vision blurred which in turn impaired her driving and she nearly jumped the kerb twice but Nell made it to work unscathed but feeling worse than ever.

Before she could reach OPS and start work her stomach jolted and she rushed to the ladies throwing up lasts nights dinner quite unceremoniously.

Eric who had seen her rush off, hand to her mouth followed her down the hall but stopped when he reached the ladies door. He stood there for a full five minutes all that time he heard retching noises coming from the other side of the door. When the retching stopped and Nell did not emerge Eric made a bold move.

Checking that no one was looking he pushed the door open and slid inside.

Nell was in the floor passed out, dry vomit clung to the sides of her mouth and she had blood trickling from a small gash on her forehead where it had at some point made contact with the sink.

He kneeled beside her and shook her gently. "Nell, Nell, Nellster, Rockstar".

Nell stirred her eyes still closed she moaned "my stomach, it hurts" She clutched her stomach doubling over in pain.

The door behind them creaked open and Kensi walked in.
"Eric what are you doing here" she questioned.

"Nell was acting funny so I followed her and then found her passed out" he explained.

"Oh, ok do you know what's wrong"

"No she just keeps saying her stomach hurts, I have no idea what to do" he looked down at his shoes guilt clouding his face.

"Maybe Hetty will know" Kensi announced.

Eric being very careful not to move her too much put one arm behind her shoulders and the other in the crease of her legs, picking her up bridal style he carried her out of the bathroom. Noticing the change in movement and a new wave of nausea caused by it, Nell clung to Eric like a pestilent child making small moaning noises with every step he took.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry" Eric repeated under his breath knowing that only she could hear him.

As the trio approached Hetty's 'office' she looked up a rarely used shocked look on her face.

"And what is this" she asked indicating to Nell with the hand that was not holding her fine china tea cup filled with exotic tea.

"Eric found Nell passed out on the bathroom floor, she seems to have some kind of stomach ache"

"Stomach virus is most likely considering the amount of pain needed to pass out"

"What do we do" Eric asked now straining to keep Nell in the position that would be most comfortable.

"Don't you mean what will you do, Mr Beale. I instruct you to take Ms Jones home and too look after her until a time in which she can care for herself"

Eric opened his mouth to protest but Hetty dismissed him. "go now, Mr Beale, be the gentlemen she wishes you'd be".