The rookie Groupchat

Yikes Tim Pt 2

Tim Bradford:
Morning. Just a heads up—Lucy's still really sick. Her fever's getting worse. I'm not leaving her side today. Already let Grey know.

Angela Lopez:
Damn, still bad? What's her temp now?

Tim Bradford:
103.7. She's shivering nonstop, barely keeping anything down. She won't stop whimpering in her sleep.

Bailey Nune:
Tim, that's dangerously high.

Celina Juarez:
Has she taken anything?

Tim Bradford:
Yeah. I've been alternating Tylenol and Advil. Got her on a cold compress rotation. But it's not helping much anymore.

John Nolan:
Have you called a doctor?

Tim Bradford:
I tried urgent care last night, but they were packed. Nurse said to monitor unless it goes above 104. It's close. I don't like this.

Aaron Thorsen:
You want someone to come by? I'm off today.

Tim Bradford:
Appreciate it, but I don't wanna leave her even for a minute. She's disoriented. Kept calling me "Officer Blanket" in her sleep.

Angela Lopez:
Okay that's adorable but also very alarming.

Nyla Harper:
If her fever doesn't drop in an hour, she needs an ER. End of discussion.

Tim Bradford:
Yeah. I'm getting the car ready just in case.

Celina Juarez:
Is she drinking fluids?

Tim Bradford:
Barely. I got her to sip a few sips of water earlier. She keeps turning her head away like it's poison.

Bailey Nune:
Tim, you're doing everything right. But this might be beyond what soup and TLC can fix.

Angela Lopez:
We'll cover things at work. Just focus on her.

Wade Grey:
Bradford, thanks for the update. You're on leave until she's stable.

Tim Bradford:
Understood, sir. Thanks.

John Nolan:
Want me to drop off supplies? Electrolytes? Soup?

Tim Bradford:
Yeah, if you can. Just leave it at the door, I'll grab it.

Aaron Thorsen:
I can grab Pedialyte popsicles. She'll probably keep those down better.

Tim Bradford:
That'd help a lot. Thanks, guys.

Lucy Chen (from Tim's phone):
This is me. I'm fine. Tim is dramatic.

Celina Juarez:
If you're texting through Tim, you're not fine.

Bailey Nune:
Get some rest, Lucy. We've got Tim on full Nurse Bradford mode.

Lucy Chen (still Tim's phone):
I don't like Pedialyte pops. They're weird.

Tim Bradford:
Too bad. You're getting grape flavor. I already bribed Thorsen.

Angela Lopez:
Wow. That's real love.

Nyla Harper:
Get some rest, Chen. And Tim—keep us posted.

Tim Bradford:
Will do. Thanks, everyone. I'll message if she spikes again.

Celina Juarez:
Take care of our girl, Tim.

Tim Bradford:
Always.