[CON] you're the closest to heaven..

[derek chandler ralston]

The nurse shrugged. "I was just sent to let you know. You can go take a look yourself if you want, I think they said something about his lungs collapsing."
"Fuck," Derek groaned, thanking her after she gave them the room number.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon sighed, rubbing at his face. He was just about to ask what else could go wrong before he decided against it. "Water's too dense for their lungs, isn't it? If human lungs were meant to breathe water, we'd spend out entire lives in it. Not just nine months." He mumbled. "Oh fuck." He breathed, scrambling for the door to run to his office. He searched through his papers, looking for their blood tests.

[derek chandler ralston]

Derek's lips parted to reply, but he rose an eyebrow as Deacon bolted for the office, following him over and leaning against the doorframe. "What?" He murmured softly, eyes wandering back to the images on the slab.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon looked over the paper, comparing it to the other before he circled something with one of the pens laying around on his desk. He turned with the papers in his hand, drawing his eyebrows together at Derek. "Stand up straight.." He mumbled, finding it a little too attractive the way he was leaning. "They're not getting oxygen. So coupled with the dense water, they're suffocating."

[derek chandler ralston]

Derek smirked, straightening up before looking over the papers. "Meaning they need internal gills or something to filter the oxygen properly so they can breathe both ways." He cleared his throat. "I can only imagine they've xrayed Strosteven's chest again. Up to go for a look?"

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon shook his head as Derek smirked, punching him in the shoulder. "You know I love playing doctor." He teased, walking past him. He put his hands back into his pocket, chewing on his lip as he walked down the hallway. "They need water. But they need air. I'd love to see how they propose they're gonna fix this." He said, kicking an empty cup.

[derek chandler ralston]

Derek chuckled, crossing his arms and following after him. "Yeah, really. Or we're losing another guy who doesn't deserve to die." It was hard to imagine Strosteven was older than him. Almost amusing actually. He found the room number and knocked before opening the door. Trayce looked up from next to the bed, tears in his eyes, hands fidgeting with a stuffed bear that must have been Colton's. The guy was hooked to a respirator, eyes half open though he wasn't conscious.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon walked over to the boy, eyeing the one beside the bed before he gently ran his hand over the boy's chest. He leaned down, listening to the lung closest to him. "Gills at his neck would do no good, right? They'd have to be like.." He ran his hand lightly over his side. "Between these two ribs." He looked back at Derek for a yes or no. "Probably on his back, somewhere he couldn't reach and manage to cover."

[derek chandler ralston]

Derek rounded the other side of the bed, gently feeling over that side of the rib cage. "Yeah," He murmured softly, hand slipping carefully beneath the guy. "Right around here, you can't bend or twist enough to cover it."

[deacon reid rudman]

"I guess the next question is, how do we make a gill?" He asked, feeling in his pocket for his pen. He drew where they'd thought the gills should go, writing notes slowly up to the end of his sleeve. He looked at Derek, then reached over for his hand, writing up his arm. "Out of space." He explained, tucking his pen into his pocket.

[derek chandler ralston]

Derek scoffed. "Taking up my arm space," He taunted, then shrugged. "I have no clue...surgery and DNA transplants?" He hated saying they would need to do extra testing on a patient to fix them, felt horrible with the idea.

[deacon reid rudman]

"So sorry I already sexied up my arms before I took this job. And I very well can't see my neck to write on that." He smiled, probably his first genuine smile to anyone besides Bandit in awhile. "If we can keep him off needles, I'd prefer that. Guess we gotta go see what fish is made of." He shrugged, raising his hand to the boy with the bear in a wave before he left the room, looking over what he'd written on his hand.

[derek chandler ralston]

Derek grinned crookedly, turning to glance at the guy who got up to set the bear in Colton's arms. He returned to Deacon's side, hoping they could figure something out. The guy didn't need to watch his friend die in a place like this.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon felt along his hips, but he couldn't find his phone. "They have books on fish, right? Or we can ask Perseus. He ought to know how fish breathe. He knows every fucking thing else." He mumbled, stopping to pick up a cone.

[derek chandler ralston]

Derek shrugged. "Probably. I don't exactly...look up fish everyday." He nodded as Deacon mentioned his brother. It might be a quicker resource than the library or the web. He brought a hand to his mouth, yawning before rolling his shoulders.