"Decide the course of her treatment from here on out," said Andrew. "But we still gotta get you taken care of too, and find out why you fainted earlier, which is why we're running some blood tests right now, and we're going to have to keep you over night in the hospital. Just for obser..." His voice trailed off, suddenly realizing that Sophie had fallen asleep, or went into shock. "Sophie?" He glanced from her up to the monitor above the bed. Everything looked fine, though her heart rate had slowed down to a steady but relaxed pace, more than likely from her falling asleep. A deep sigh escaped him, knowing he would probably have to explain this whole thing to her again, but later.
Right now, he had to let her get some sleep. At least the nurses had come and put her into a hospital gown, while he'd been outside in the hall talking to Emma, so he didn't have to worry about that. Not like it mattered that much, but if she was going to be admitted, she would have to wear the usual hospital garment, just like everyone else. Pushing himself up to his feet, he set one of his hands on the bed, leaning in and pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Sweet dreams, Soph." Grabbing the covers, he brought them up to her shoulder, tucking her in a little more snugly. He stood there watching her sleep for a few long seconds, gently caressing her cheek with the back of his hand. Finally, he turned away from the bed, headed out of the room and down the hall, back towards the nurses station. His steps slowed as he approached the desk, folding his arms over it and giving Monique a nod. "Hey Monique."
"Hello, Dr. Barnett," she greeted him with a cordial smile. "How's Sophie doing?"
"She just fell asleep. Have the results of her labs come back yet?"
Sophie glanced over his shoulder at the test tube holder behind her, shaking her head. "No, not yet. They're pretty backed up right now, so it's probably going to be a little longer."
Andrew sighed softly, gently nodding his head. "Yeah, probably. But she's been admitted?"
"Good." He took a step back away from the desk. "Thanks." Turning on his heels, he headed off in the direction of the elevators, hopping onto the next one and pressing the button for the ER. He leaned back against the wall, crossing his right ankle over his left as the doors rolled closed. If Emma or Michael knew he was falling in love with a patient, they'd probably forbid him from further caring for her, but if he could just keep this to himself a little while longer, no one would be the wiser, and at least Sophie would have someone nearby that she felt comfortable with. He had a feeling that she'd probably feel very alone, and anxious with another doctor right now. Even if Michael was known around the hospital for his bedside manner.
Sophie was Andrew's patient, and he was going to make sure it stayed that way.