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Elliot sighed as he looked at George who was still asleep. "He's not feeling good. I don't know about this, John." John nodded. "I know. You're still going to have to though." "I know. Let me wake him up." The older man walked away from the bedroom. Elliot walked into the room and shook George softly. "Hey," he said. George opened his eyes and looked up at Elliot. "Are you feeling any better?" George gave a small nod and he sat up. "Do you think you'll be able to hold something down?" "Probably," George said his voice, hoarse. "We have to go to the station today." The doctor nodded and Elliot ran his fingers through his hair. George was looking a little better. He was still abnormally pale and looked skinnier than usual. That was something he was going to ask John about. He was sure that George's muscle mass had deteriorated and he wasn't sure what werewolves do about that and being sick either. "I'll leave you to get ready." The doctor nodded as he yawned. "We can give him protein. Mostly meats and I know he's not the biggest meat eater but it'll help and his body should take care of the rest. He'll probably have more of a taste for it now anyway." Elliot nodded as John told him what to do. "That's good. He looks bad." "Two months of hardly eating and eating sludge will do that to you." Elliot looked up and saw George who was fully dressed. "I made you some oatmeal. It's in the kitchen." George gave him a grateful smile and disappeared into the kitchen. "I hope to get him onto some real solid foods, soon. He should be able to handle that since it was one of the things he kept down the longest," Elliot said. John nodded. "Try to keep him away from too many random smells. He's probably used to his sensitivity but with him being sick he can get nauseous easily." The older detective looked at his watch and sighed. "I have to get to the station. FBI is trying to get the case dropped. They're saying since George has been missing so long that he has to be dead based on Spelling's MO." "We'll be there soon." "Hurry up and make sure you keep the doc safe." Elliot nodded fiercely. "I'm not going to make the same mistake twice." The door of the apartment shut and Elliot was left in a resounding silence. He walked into the kitchen and saw that George was playing with his food. Not something he expected but he was sure that George was trying to find the will to eat more. "You don't have to eat it all." "I know," the doctor said. "Just wish I could." Elliot took the bowl from him and threw the left over in the garbage. George sighed. "They think I'm dead." Elliot nodded. "Well you're not and were going to the station to show them." George gave a small smirk. "The FBI knows nothing about us being werewolves. How do we explain some of my marks?" The detective shot him a glare. "One thing at a time, Huang." George nodded. "Let's get this over with." George didn't like feeling weak. Contrary to popular belief he wasn't as fragile as his size illustrated. But right now he felt like it. Elliot had him by the arm because he had almost fallen over. 'Don't worry. Your body is recuperating well.' George huffed at the statement. "Not fast enough," he mumbled out loud. Elliot smiled slightly. 'We need to make sure he eats again after this. You also have to not exert him too much.' Elliot snarled and George looked at him. "Aniel is rattling off a checklist of do's and don'ts for you," Elliot said, "as if I don't know any of it." 'It was your incompetence that put him into this state, human. If I must tell you how to take care of our mate then I will.' Elliot rolled his eyes. George would have called him crazy but now he also had his own counterpart. They walked through the front door of the station. Elliot saw the surprised looks out of the corner of his eye as he helped George to the elevator. George leaned against the wall of elevator. "You're okay, right?" "I'm fine, Elliot. Just a little nauseous." Elliot let loose the breath he was holding. "We'll be fine." The elevator doors opened and Elliot helped George out. The doctor gave him a small smile and Elliot let go of him but made sure he was close just in case the smaller man tried to fall over on him again. They walked together into the bull pen and they saw John look at them before everyone seemed to stop and stare. "El?" "Liv," Elliot said with an apologetic smile. "I found the doc."
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