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"I'll regret it more if I just accept that this is it!" He stood with hands balled up into fists and stared Doctor Kumar down. He didn't move his gaze until he heard Tasha's feeble voice. Lincoln snapped around and stood, watching Tasha holding her hands out for the folder. His heart beat out for her then, practically jumping out of his throat and across the room towards her but he stayed where he was. He waited until she was done. He'd know when she was finished.

Sure enough the folder went flying down along with his former chair. His eyes quickly snapped back to Tasha and he steadily walked towards her as he eyed her body tightening. What was she... The scream cut through him and his hands flew up to his ears as he winced. He had expected a reaction but not this. He moved forward as quickly as he could and practically slid across the floor as she began to sag down against the frame and slid down towards the floor. He threw himself down on the floor with her and sat in front of her, waiting until she was done getting it out of her system. As soon as the dry heaves started and the words were but a whisper, her energy having faded, Lincoln reached his arms out and took her body against his.

He shifted her body onto his lap as he crossed his legs beneath himself and held her against his chest. His face was wet but he ignored it. His chest was tight and he felt like he would throw up at any given moment but Tasha needed him now and he would hold himself together until the end for her. His comfort was nothing compared to hers. He didn't believe that it was time to say goodbye, he knew in the deepest part of himself that this was not the end. This was only the start of their next chapter it was just like a story to be blissful with an abrupt disruption which then opened up the chapter of difficulties before the run up towards the resolution and happily ever after. This was their chapter of difficulties, that was all. They still had a long way to go.

His free hand stroked her hair down and he hushed and soothed Tasha as best as he could in the circumstances. The people nearby were all staring but he didn't care. Nothing mattered but Tasha. "Shhhh... We're going to get through this. You're strong enough for this. I'll be strong enough for you too. We can do this..." His voice trailed off, that flicker of doubt making it's way past his defences. There was no way to take it back now but he meant what he had said, even if he didn't believe it 100%.
The words were there. They sounded like words. Was it English though? Yes, it was English. No, maybe he'd slipped into Hindi? Only some of the words made sense after all and Lincoln could speak English but Hindi he didn't understand fully. Lincoln looked at the prints in his hands and ran his eyes over them. They were familiar and alien all at the same time. These were Tasha? No they couldn't be. They were too small. Too frail. This wasn't his Tasha. No. She was weaker and smaller but she wasn't this bad. There was a mistake, that was the only explanation. Lincoln looked up to Doctor Kumar as he spoke and he just stared. His face was blank, his eyes completely empty.

"I'm sorry, what?" His fingers turned white as he gripped onto the prints in his hands. His legs began to bounce anxiously as he waited for Doctor Kumar to tell him that everything was going to be okay and that Tasha just had to spend a few days in the hospital. It was when the word goodbye left Kumar's lips that Lincoln realised that he had heard everything correctly. His throat dried out, his hands began to sweat and his head became swimmy.

"No. There is no need for a goodbye. No." He stood up and ran his fingers through his hair, his fingers gripping at the strands and tugging a good number of them out. He stalked back and forth a couple of times, his mind swirling with the news before he kicked out and launched his chair across the room. But not before it hit against the leg of Doctor Kumar. It wasn't Lincoln's intention but it definitely made him feel a little better. He knew it wasn't his fault but god fucking damn he needed someone to blame.
He nodded, knowing full well how right Tasha was. He was only trying to help but he could be a bit more tactful and not assume that his patient was going to... okay, Lincoln realised how stupid of a thought that was and stopped himself. He flinched as Tasha's lips started to bleed and nearly vaulted over the bed to get her the tissue to save her the effort but she was on top of it and he silently chastised himself for being overbearing, even if it was only in his mind. "Yeah... you're right." He smiled as she lay back and looked up to the ceiling as she dabbed at her poor lip.

Did she just suggest...? "No." His voice was firm but held no tone of anger, irritation or the like. It was simply matter of fact and clear in it's intent. He wasn't leaving her side if he had any choice in the matter. Hell, even if he didn't have the choice he'd still fight to stay by her side. He saw Doctor Kumar motioning him over to the hallway. He nodded but turned his attention back to Tasha. "My life stopped the minute you walked out of it. You are my life. I'll be back soon." He nodded his head towards the doctor and smiled down at Tasha. Gently kissing her forehead he pushed himself up on the side of the bed and made his way out into the hallway, gently closing the door behind himself.

"So what's the news? What's next on my learning journey of patient care? I figure finding out how to give her a sponge bath properly is next on the agenda. I can't keep giving her showers in the hotel. Maybe even how to take blood samples myself? Might be easier for me to find a vein if she and I practice finding them together without the constant need of treating her like a pin cushion..." His voice trailed off as he saw the look on the doctor's face. "Sorry, shutting up."
The worst thing was not being able to do anything to help Tasha's comfort. Sure he could hold her hand and stroke her hair but there were some tests, like the x-rays and MRIs that he had to take his leave and watch her through the viewing window as if she were in a goldfish bowl. He despised watching the medical staff poking and prodding at her like the thanksgiving turkey too but he knew it was needed. As soon as Tasha was better Lincoln was going to take her somewhere away from all things medical and modern. Up a mountain sounded good right about now. He'd carry her all the way up if he had to, so long as she got even a single day's worth of peace from doctors and tests.

Every time he felt her hand grasping onto his he had to stop himself from crushing her fingers. He didn't want to cause her more pain but he wanted to hold her so tightly it wasn't even funny. He loved that she still kept and wore the key but he saw how much it hurt her when she had to take it off for the scans. He almost smiled as he saw how fast she tried to move to put the damn thing back over her head at the first given opportunity.

As Doctor Kumar spoke to Lincoln and told him to "make" her rest, he had to bite his tongue from saying something aggressive. He knew the doctor was just trying to help but honest to god... he could be so obtuse with things that he said. As his eyes caught sight of Tasha's, Lincoln moved closer and rested a hand on the top of her head gently. Her words cut, as they always did when she said them, but he kept it buried deep beneath the surface. "Shoulda, coulda, woulda. Ain't no point worrying on that now. I'm here and that's that." He carefully placed his fingers under her chin and moved her face to face him again. He lightly kissed the tip of her nose and then leaned back, letting her move her head whichever way she wanted to now.

"Who does he think he is anyway? "Make" you rest? Like you've not been trying already? For a smart guy he's a bloody idiot." His thumb gently ran over the crown of her head as he spoke, his voice at a normal level but the tinge of irritation was clear.
It was hard to watch as things got attached to her one by one. It was made even worse when he saw the cuff was too big now. Surely she hadn't lost that much weight? He glanced down and saw how easily the child one fit and he stifled a small gasp as he realised that she really was withering away to nothing. He knew enough about vital checks to know that things weren't looking good. He chewed the inside of his mouth to stop from asking too many questions and looked up as he saw Doctor Kumar entering.

Lincoln scowled as he realised he would need to put her down. He didn't want to listen but he knew better than to argue with a medical professional... He had first hand experience in that. Standing up slowly, Lincoln carried Tasha over to the gurney and carefully laid her down. He took hold of her left hand and gently kissed the back of it before stroking the side of her face with his other hand. "I'm gonna be right by your side, Tash. Promise." He softly moved the hair from her face and tucked it behind her ears before kissing her gently on the forehead. He looked up to Kumar and gave him a deadpan stare. "Okay. Lets get going."
The drive was silent, they always were, but Lincoln was never going to push her to do anything that she didn't have the energy to do. He just wanted to help her, be there for her now since he couldn't before. He'd do everything that was in his power to make possible for her. Parking up and shutting off the engine, Lincoln jumped out, grabbed the bag, slung it over his shoulder and then moved around to get hold of Tasha and carried her inside. He nudged the truck door shut with his back and carried her inside.

He nodded to the nurses at the station and made his way forward. He kept Tasha close to him as if he'd never get to hold her again. "Good morning ladies. Is Doctor Kumar on duty?" He saw one of the nurses making her way around with a wheelchair which she brought towards them but Lincoln simply smiled and nodded before looking back to the nurse that was checking the roster for the doctors. "Yes. You want I should call?"

Lincoln nodded and thanked the nurses for their help. He glanced to the wheelchair and then down to Tasha before carefully tightening his grip on her. He wasn't putting her down until he needed to. Right now she seemed content against him and, despite her fever, he could feel her shaking as if she were frozen. No way was he putting her into a rickety, old, bumpy wheelchair right now. He watched as the nurse spoke in Hindi down the phone and smiled when she made eye contact with him. Come ooon... you can see she's in a lot of pain right now! Get the finger out... It was really hard not to yell out when Tasha's health and comfort was on the line.
Nodding in acknowledgement of her words, Lincoln stood up and quickly got himself dressed. He grabbed one of his sport bottles, the one with the inbuilt straw, from the fridge and checked that it was full enough with water. Satisfied he stuck it in the back pocket of his jeans and then slipped his arms through his shirt. He didn't bother buttoning it up yet and made his way to Tasha. "C'mon Sunshine, I got ya. Time for the not so magical, definitely not a mystery, tour to the hospital as requested." He lifted her once more and tucked her up into him again before realising he had forgotten the grab bag. "Aw shoot. Okay, we'll get you to the car and then I'll be back in two shakes of a lamb's tail with the grab bag."

He quickly but carefully made his way out of the room with her in his arms, the room door was never locked these days, and carried her out to her truck. He gently placed her in the seat and made sure she wouldn't fall over before running off back to his room to snatch up the grab bag. He threw it over his shoulder before running full pelt back to the truck. He was glad it was early enough in the morning that none of the other guests were up and staring. He didn't think Tasha would forgive him for leaving her out there alone otherwise.

He made it back to the truck and threw the bag in the back before jumping inside himself. He made sure Tasha was comfortable and secure before starting up the engine and pulling out from the hotel parking area. He glanced down to Tasha and gave her a gentle smile, as if everything was going to be okay. Truth was though, Lincoln was terrified beyond all means.
The sounds of Tasha retching in the bathroom were a familiar sound, one that Lincoln was more accustomed to but was still unable to sleep completely through. He rolled over and lay on his back, staring at the ceiling as he listened to her expel the contents of her stomach once again. Recognition of her spew-fest coming to an end, Lincoln waited for those moments to see if she was going to be able to make her own way back to bed. He never liked forcing her to accept his help so instead allowed her the chance to decide if she had enough energy to get herself where she needed to be. The fact that she could even make it to he bathroom under her own steam still amazed Lincoln. She was so strong.

Waking from a mild moment of light sleep and knowing that the silence meant that she was probably passed out on the floor again, Lincoln threw the blanket down to the bottom of the bed and swung his legs over the side of the mattress. He rubbed his face, his fingers kneading gently at his eyes, and let out a yawn as he pulled himself up and onto his feet. He glanced down at his torso and saw the remnants of the last bruises from his introduction to Murphy. The memory of that day still filled Lincoln with all kinds of emotions. He'd found Tasha and discovered why she had left him all that time ago then... he bit his lip as he recalled their reunion but quickly shook the thoughts away as he realised how inappropriate it was.

He quietly made his way towards the bathroom and saw Tasha curled on the floor like a lost puppy. He felt the frown creasing his brow and let out a gentle sigh. "C'mon Taser, time to get comfortable..." He spoke softly as he ducked down and slid his arms under her neck and knees. He effortlessly lifted her from the floor and curled her body into his as he carried her back to bed. He gently set her on the mattress and positioned her comfortably on her side, her head resting on the pillow. Running his hand over her hair, he gently stroked the patches of skin that were showing through. He leaned in towards her and kissed each patch that was visible to him before pulling the blanket up and over her body.

She had always been slim but this was different. He could see every bump made by bone pressing against her stretched skin. Kneeling down beside the bed, Lincoln continued to watch her and stroked her hair down as he hummed gently under his breath. He definitely didn't have the ability to sing like Tasha did but he could at least give her some comforting tones to hopefully help her rest easier through the remainder of the early morning hours.
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