"Aye, sir," Gwen told him fondly, watching with warm eyes until he turned the corner. Then it was back into Blue's room to check on her still-slumbering patient, Omega as usual coiled nearby. The beta raptor's vitals were excellent, which was another piece of welcome news, and her breathing was steady, smooth, a sign of true sleep, instead of the shallow breath of unconsciousness.
"If she wakes up before I get back," Gwen told Omega with a gentle smile, "make sure to give her as much water as she'll want to drink. That'll help flush the rest of the toxins out and keep her hydrated." She gently lifted Blue's medical gown, not missing the male raptor's low, purring growl--almost a warning--but she cut her own eyes to him in return: there was no need for that here.
Gwen examined the surgical incision, made a note on her memo pad, then straightened the gown and the covers. "Everything looks good," she assured him, gently stroking Blue's hair back. "But try to make sure you don't wear yourself out, watching over her." One of Gwen's eyebrows lifted. "You're no good to hear if you fall over from hunger or exhaustion. Tell me when you need to eat, Omega. For Blue's sake, all right?"
She pocketed her memo book and stethoscope, moving over to the door. "Owen and I will be in my office, catching some sleep; it's right down the hall. Dr. Whittington will be back in a few hours, just so you're aware. If you need us, come get us." She gave the raptor another small nod, then slipped out again.
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"If she wakes up before I get back," Gwen told Omega with a gentle smile, "make sure to give her as much water as she'll want to drink. That'll help flush the rest of the toxins out and keep her hydrated." She gently lifted Blue's medical gown, not missing the male raptor's low, purring growl--almost a warning--but she cut her own eyes to him in return: there was no need for that here.
Gwen examined the surgical incision, made a note on her memo pad, then straightened the gown and the covers. "Everything looks good," she assured him, gently stroking Blue's hair back. "But try to make sure you don't wear yourself out, watching over her." One of Gwen's eyebrows lifted. "You're no good to hear if you fall over from hunger or exhaustion. Tell me when you need to eat, Omega. For Blue's sake, all right?"
She pocketed her memo book and stethoscope, moving over to the door. "Owen and I will be in my office, catching some sleep; it's right down the hall. Dr. Whittington will be back in a few hours, just so you're aware. If you need us, come get us." She gave the raptor another small nod, then slipped out again.