“Get those to the lab and order the results stat,” Jax said to the assistant who looked to be in his mid-thirties. He was average height and build, but he had beautiful blue eyes, and appeared kind.
“I sure will,” he said and left the room. Day heard him close the front door behind him.
Day carefully watched God’s face. He was calm right now, but his eyes were slightly open and fixed on him. Day gave him a small wink and he swore that a flash of love appeared in God’s eyes.
His brother started injecting syringes into God’s IV port. Day looked at the multiple medicine vials. “What are all those, Jax?”
Jax picked up each bottle as he named the medications. “This is an antibiotic to fight any infection; this one’s intravenous Lidocaine to help suppress the coughing, Phenergan for nausea and vomiting, morphine for pain, and ibuprofen to reduce his fever. Jax injected each syringe, put his stethoscope back on and checked God’s chest again.
He pulled back and blew a breath, “It’s going to take a while, and I won’t know the diagnosis until I get the lab results, but I’m fairly positive he has pneumonia brought on by bronchitis.” Jax reached in his bag and readied another IV bag of fluid. “God’s obviously had the bronchitis for a while for it to have brought on this nasty case of pneumonia. It’s unlikely in this day of modern medicine, but people used to die of pneumonia if left untreated.”
“Wouldn’t I be sick too, or people in the office?” Day argued.
“Not really. If an adult does start to cough or get a sore throat, they most likely go to their doctor and get medicine or an antibiotic, and the symptoms go away. I will give you a couple of doses of antibiotics just in case, since you two are obviously,” his brother paused and looked at him, “close.”
“Thanks, Jax,” Day said, ignoring his brother’s insinuation. “So he’s going to be fine?”
“Yes. I’ll show you how to push the antibiotic every four hours and to give the nausea and cough suppressants every six. I’m going to give him a stronger dosage and see if it can help him recover faster. I’ll be back after my morning rounds to check on him. In the meantime, just watch him for any significant changes and if there are any, call and I’ll be right over.”
Day came around the large bed and hugged his brother. “Thanks, man. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you… as usual.” Day grinned sheepishly.
“You would’ve figured something out. You always do.” Jax patted him once on his shoulder.
Day watched him pull a bag and a long tube from out of the second suitcase, and hand the materials to the other assistant, currently struggling to position God fully on his back.
“What are you going to do now?” Day scrunched his brow at the supplies.
“He’s going to insert a catheter. Since God is being pumped full of fluids, he’ll have to urinate frequently. He’ll be drowsy from the pain meds, and too weak to get up and go to the bathroom. Since you obviously can’t carry him, I don’t see any other way,” Jax told him.
“Aren't those uncomfortable though? I don’t want him in any more pain, Jaxson. I can get a pot or something for him to use while he’s in bed.” Day tried to reason an alternative.
At Day’s suggestion, God turned his head toward him and looked into his eyes. The appreciation and care that showed on God’s ruggedly handsome face stole Day’s breath away.
“He’ll be out of it most of the night, Leo. This is best. Joseph is a great nurse; Cashel won’t even feel it being inserted. If he's constantly trying to stay awake to hold it in all night, that’s more uncomfortable than the catheter.” Jax snapped off his rubber gloves and tossed them in the small wastebasket by the bed.
“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt him. And not trying to brag, but I know my way around a penis.” The cute man’s feminine lisp told Day that the man was telling the truth.
“Okay,” Day said, shocked at finally hearing the young man speak. He watched the nurse slather K-Y Jelly on the long, thin tube and insert it into God’s limp penis. Day monitored his actions closely, all while keeping an eye on God’s face for the first sign of discomfort.
“All done.” The nurse hooked the bag onto the bed frame. “If you’ll get me a large bowl, his body wash, and a towel, I’ll clean him up real good and get him comfortable.”
Day just stared at him with narrow eyes. Keep fucking dreaming, tall and cute.
“Day, get the stuff and knock it off. Joseph’s here as an employee, and he’s one hundred percent professional. Now let him do his job.” His brother pushed at his shoulder.