"Like, 102 last night," Alex replied and took the thermometer. Before it went near his mouth, he held it up. "You seriously brought your call-out bag to examine me? Don't you know all doctors make horrible patients?" He obediently put it in his mouth, though, but it didn't stay in there long enough to get the reading. The nausea abruptly threatened again and this was exactly what he hadn't wanted to happen tin front of Chase, and it had nothing to do with the fact he was his boss.

He grabbed the thermometer from his mouth, messily shoving it back into Chase's hands with a panicked mumble of, "Oh god--"