"Please Remington don't make me go in there!" Nicolette was digging her heels in. Well, she was actually forcing them to anchor onto the curb as she tried to pull her wrist out of Remingtons death grip. He set his jaw and pulled her up over the curb. "No no, Remington please don't!" Nicolette shouted as she tried desperately to yank her hand back to her side. "Nope, sorry Ghostie, it's for your own good!" Remington said, the tension in Nicolettes arm disappearing suddenly. "Remington don't you dare- hey!!" Her disjointed threats were spewed into suffocatingly hot summer air as Remington slung the skinny woman over his shoulder and marched her into the clinic.

"Miss Rosewood! WHAT. Are you doing!! Back in my clinic??!!" A stern, yet motherly, voice shouted from the receptionists desks, her words aimed at Nicolette behind. Remington felt her sigh and a twinge if pain as she dug her elbows into her back. He could only assume that she was resting her chin in her hands in a pout. "Aw hell." Nicolette sighed, resulting in a small smirk to grace Remingtons face. Denice came jogging up to the pair, looking at Remingtons face with approval and a hint of suspicion. "I see you're still chasing after her like a dog and his tail. How's that working out?" She questioned, beckoning Remington to follow her with Nicolette protesting across his back.

If a passerby had a vivid imagination, the trio would look like a short African nurse, followed by a thin and basically gray bean pole of a person, who had another thin person over his shoulder, her constant stream of words trailing off behind them like musical notes. Very uncouth musical notes, but still notes. "Just set her here." Denice gestured fluidly to the bed as she prepped an IV bag of... something Remington didn't recognize. Remington practically threw Nicolette off his shoulder, and she bounced on the bed a good three times, all while glaring at the man in front of her. "I didn't want to be manhandled. At least, not right now." Nicolette quipped, winking at Remington at the end of her sentence.

The man looked properly thrown off. "What?" He stared to ask, but he felt a small hand strongly shove him into the chair next to the bed. "Hey, what're you- ow! Hey!" Denice had made quick work of a tourniquet, finding a vein, and sticking an IV in Remingtons wrist- a true testament to never underestimate a nurse. "She's the sick one!" Remington protested, feeling his bicep throb from where the tourniquet had (as its supposed to) cut off his blood supply. Denice snorted, hung his bag of nutrients by his head, then bustled over to Nicolettes left arm, where she stuck an IV in the woman too, hanging her bag in a rack above her head.

"Mm-mm no honey, y'all are both the sick ones. Unless you want to try and convince me that your ghostly gray complexion is normal?" Denice cocked her hip and looked at Remington, just daring him to argue. He looked properly sheepish and just settled back into his chair while avoiding eye contact. "Yeah, that's what I thought. Now, if I see either of you two back in here for the next two weeks, I'm gonna whoop y'all with a clipboard. Y'hear?" The stern nurse had entered a true mama bear mode, staring the woman and the man down with a daggers.

"Yes ma'am." The two of them mumbled under their breathes, looking properly chastised. "Good. Now, call a nurse- NOT. ME. - when both of your drips are done, then for gods sake get a pizza! Y'all are grown ass adults, I should not have to parent you!" Denice huffed, before storming out of the room and down the hallway. The door closed deafeningly behind her, and a silence fell over the room with palpable tension. The atmosphere was broken by a small burst of giggles from Nicolette. Remington turned to look at her, his eyes wide with bewilderment as he watched Nicolette clamp a hand over her mouth, and a smile creeped onto his face.

Even from down the hallway, Denice could hear the laughter echoing from duo.