The Jarheads back in a new adventure--a journey through sickness and health with Rock, Rig and Dick, who stand by their man come what may, no matter what they come down with. Colds and flu are no match for the Jarheads, who know that cold medicine's great in its place, but the one sure cure for what ails them is good old sexual healing.
Originally published in the Bedside Manner anthology.
"Doc Rigger? Do you have time to work in Jenny Rappaport? She fell and gashed her arm. Needs stitches, it looks like."
Rig nodded and stood. "Put her in room three and tell Helen to prep. I'll give Harry and Diane their news and be right there."
One no, it's not cancer, one yes, you're pregnant, and one screaming five year old kid. Rig chuckled. He loved his life.
His cell rang, his Pretty's number coming up.
"Hey, Rig. How're you doing?" Dick sounded harried.
"Having a busy day. What's up? You okay?"
"I don't know, coming down with something I think." Dick cleared his throat and then lowered his voice. "You coming home soon?"
"I've got patients until six, Dick. Is Rock okay?" He always knew, when Dick had that tone in his voice, that something was up.
"He's fine. Got a cold or something. You know what he's like -- running me ragged fetching this and that. We'll be fine -- just bring supper home with you, okay?"
"I'll bring soup and meds and tea. No stress." Fuck.
"Thanks, Rig. You're the best."
"Yep. That's me. Doctor Best." Rig sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. He needed to get a prescription for Tamiflu for the boys, just in case.
"Can you bring popsicles, too? My throat's a bit off."
"I can. I'll set y'all up." He made a quick list. "I have to go, Dick. I have patients waiting."
"Sure think. Thanks, Rig." There was a noise that might have been a kiss and then the phone went dead.
Lord have mercy. At least it was Friday and he'd been on call last weekend.
There was a knock on his door, Helen's head popping 'round his door. "You got those patients waiting..."
"I know. The boys are sick. I'm moving." Moving, moving, moving. He grabbed his files. "You get Jenny numbed up."
"Oh, no. Is it serious? Do you want me to see who I can reschedule, or call in someone to take your appointments for you?"
"No. If I have to call in Monday, I will. But we're good."
"Okay. I'll make sure any emergencies are covered by someone else so you can leave as soon as you're done with your last appointment." Helen patted his arm. "And you tell those boys of yours to get better soon."
"I will. Go on, now. Stephanie will be in hysterics over Jenny."
"Yes, Dr. Rigger." She gave his arm a squeeze and hurried off to tend to Jenny.
Rig grabbed his files and headed out. Thank God for Fridays.