October- A few moments

A few moments after Nick and Zach was administering the wet-towel Mike also returned. He thrusted the tin-box at Zach. "Is this it?"

"Yep, thanks," Zach found the thermometer inside the box. "Someone with a watch call out when five minute's passed, please."

"Isn't three minutes enough?" asked Mike, shoving things out of his way with his foot. "It's a good thing your roommate's not here," he told Nick. "He'd freak out if he saw this."

"Yeah, thank God he went home already," agreed Nick.

"We want to be accurate," answered Zach, who was looking through the tin box. "Does someone who look like human react to human medication? I mean, what're the chances...? And do we have to worry about allergic reactions?"

Both Mike and Nick gave him a weird look.

"Okay, point taken," muttered Zach. "Maybe we won't even need to give her medicine, which is probably a very good thing because...time? Anyone?"

"Two minutes and four seconds," said Mike.

"Two minutes and eleven seconds," said Nick.

"Your watch sucks," Mike informed Nick, who scowled at him.

"We'll call two minutes and eight seconds, plus or minus four seconds," said Zach dryly. "Thank God none of us're going into nuclear physics."

"Actually," said Mike slowly, "That'd be sort of cool..."

"You get to blow up stuff," said Nick helpfully, when Zach just looked at him.

"Please, Nick, don't give him ideas."

"Too late!" declared Mike, grinning evily. Zach groaned.

"You're the one who brought it up in the first place," pointed out Nick very reasonably.

"Don't remind me," muttered Zach, then, "Nick, have you checked to see if she had any other injuries? Internal bleeding, concussion..." He added, upon Nick's blank look.

"And how am I suppose to check those?" asked Nick.

"Fair point." Conceded Zach, "there's no way you could've gotten her blood pressure, we might check for concussion though...do you have a flashlight?"

"Lamp?" volunteered Nick, holding up his desk lamp, power cord trailing.

"Er. We can try, I guess," said Zach dubiously. He opened one of the girl's eye. "Shine the light in her eye please. Okay, now the other one...." They watched her pupils shrink. "I THINK that means she's okay in her head then...." He squinted at Nick. "Do mind turning the light off now."

"Of course," Nick turned the lamp off and sat it back down, then walked over and sat on his roommate's bed and regarded the now blanket-covered girl with some apprehension.

"Time?" asked Zach after a moment of silence.

"Twenty-eight seconds left," called out Mike, with a 'so-there' look at Nick. Nick rewarded him with an exaggerated frown. Zach looked at the ceiling with a beseeching 'why-me' expression.

"Happy Halloween," said Zach, a moment later. He was still looking at the ceiling.

"Happy Halloween," echoed Nick, remembering and smiling at everyone and everything in general.

"Yeah, you too," mumbled Mike. "Time!" He called, and took out the thermometer. He looked at it, scowled, and handed it to Zach.

"What is it?" asked Nick, his smile quickly disappearing.

"Her temperature is at a hundred and six," said Zach quietly. "Now let's worry about how we can get pills down the throat of someone who's unconscious. Suggestions, anyone?"