“Do not make the restraints too tight. Keep her sedated but monitor her vitals. Check for any dips in her blood pressure. Since we don’t know why she is reacting this way, we don’t know if the sedatives might have a reaction with something else in her system.”
Peter sighed as he sat against the counter, listening to Bell rattle off instructions.
“Oh, and don’t forget–”
“Hey, Bell? Sweety?” Peter smiled, getting her attention.
Bell looked up at him, “Yea?”
“I’m a doctor too,” he said sweetly. “You can tell because I do things like perform surgery and resect infected tissue from lovesick betas. Oh, and I stitch up coworkers who make stupid decisions like running into the home of a lunatic.”
“She is not a lunatic!” Bell cried out.
“Maybe not, but she has definitely had a psychotic break,” Peter replied flatly. “And while you are still a patient, she is mine. So I will decide on her care. You focus on that arm.”
Bell sighed and leaned her head back against the pillow.
