Having a silent Sheppard beside her was something Rogue had never thought she'd experience. It was strange, unnatural, and uncomfortable. But it was better than it was Sheppard and not any of the others.
She nodded at Beckett's question, followed by a wince at the motion. "Do you happen to have anything for migraines?"
The doctor frowned at the question, having expected to offer her the usual strong Tylenol dosage. "On a scale of 1 to 10, just how bad is the pain?" He could see that she was paler than usual, and the way she held herself was different enough to be worrying.
"It's getting close to a 7," she answered quietly, causing Sheppard to frown and move a little closer to her. He'd never have guessed she was in that much pain, but he believed her self-assessment.
So did Beckett. Gesturing to a nearby empty bed, he instructed, "You have a seat here, love, and I'll see what I can find to help with that."
The Scot returned a few minutes later with a small glass bottle and syringe that he filled at her bedside. "Sumatriptan," he explained when she frowned at the bottle. "It's the best we've got." Pulling on a pair of sterile gloves, he gently pushed up Rogue's sleeve and swabbed a bit of disinfectant over her skin before administering the injection.
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She nodded at Beckett's question, followed by a wince at the motion. "Do you happen to have anything for migraines?"
The doctor frowned at the question, having expected to offer her the usual strong Tylenol dosage. "On a scale of 1 to 10, just how bad is the pain?" He could see that she was paler than usual, and the way she held herself was different enough to be worrying.
"It's getting close to a 7," she answered quietly, causing Sheppard to frown and move a little closer to her. He'd never have guessed she was in that much pain, but he believed her self-assessment.
So did Beckett. Gesturing to a nearby empty bed, he instructed, "You have a seat here, love, and I'll see what I can find to help with that."
The Scot returned a few minutes later with a small glass bottle and syringe that he filled at her bedside. "Sumatriptan," he explained when she frowned at the bottle. "It's the best we've got." Pulling on a pair of sterile gloves, he gently pushed up Rogue's sleeve and swabbed a bit of disinfectant over her skin before administering the injection.