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st_aurafinaTitle: What a Lovely Way to Burn
Fandom: Person of Interest
Rating: Teen
Words: 100
Characters/Pairings: Root/Shaw
Warnings/Content: Sick fic, show-level injuries, Shaw has no bedside manner
Notes: Part Two of Fever (Follows Part One, Getting Warmer)
Summary: Shaw's bedside manner is a little brusque but Root wouldn't have any other doctor.
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Root wanders a New York dreamscape with leaden legs, chased by red-eyed monsters. When she wakes, her throat is dry and she's in Shaw's bed, with an IV hanging next to the Order of Lenin, and a dog across her feet.
Shaw sits beside her, sharpening a knife.
"Is that for emergency surgery?" Root rasps.
Shaw's eyes are angry. "That's for the next time you let a bullet wound go septic." Still, she hands her a bottle of water, presses a steady hand to Root's forehead.
Root sips gratefully; the water is cool and wonderful. "I love you too, sweetie."
Fandom: Person of Interest
Rating: Teen
Words: 100
Characters/Pairings: Root/Shaw
Warnings/Content: Sick fic, show-level injuries, Shaw has no bedside manner
Notes: Part Two of Fever (Follows Part One, Getting Warmer)
Summary: Shaw's bedside manner is a little brusque but Root wouldn't have any other doctor.
Also at the Archive
Root wanders a New York dreamscape with leaden legs, chased by red-eyed monsters. When she wakes, her throat is dry and she's in Shaw's bed, with an IV hanging next to the Order of Lenin, and a dog across her feet.
Shaw sits beside her, sharpening a knife.
"Is that for emergency surgery?" Root rasps.
Shaw's eyes are angry. "That's for the next time you let a bullet wound go septic." Still, she hands her a bottle of water, presses a steady hand to Root's forehead.
Root sips gratefully; the water is cool and wonderful. "I love you too, sweetie."