Blair believed him. It sounded reasonable. She looked around the place just in case. But she didn't see anyone suspicious-looking.

Niles got her a ward and then took her to the examination rooms. Since her leg was wounded, he gallantly offered to carry her on his back. It would save a lot of time and pain. But Blair turned him down. Niles got angry and complained, “Look, it only takes about 3@ minutes for an exam. But with you Limping all the way, it'll take 3 times as Long."

"No way! I don't want a piggyback ride from you." That was Wesley's privilege, not anyone else's.

The young doctor rolled his eyes. Why care about such a minor thing at a time like this? "Fine. Whatever." He suddenly came up with a good idea.

"Wait, let me get a wheelchair."

Blair flashed a sweet smile.

“Thanks, Niles!"

He shook his head resignedly. He wondered what he'd done wrong in a previous life to deserve this. Did he owe these two anything?

After a moment, Niles came back with a wheelchair. He waited till she sat down, and then wheeled her to the different examination rooms as necessary. Once they reached the lab, she whispered to Niles, “Can I stop now? I don't Like having my blood drawn. Your brother's not here anyway. I'm feeling a lot better, except my leg, of course.”

Niles sighed, “My brother will double-check everything. I'm not really keen on Lying to him, anyway. Just finish up quickly, okay?"

"Why do you fall in line so easy? Tell him to go to hell sometimes,"

Blair grumbled.

Niles wheeled her over and moved out of the way so the phlebotomist could do her work.

"Come on," Niles said with an evil grin.

"It's fun to see the Look in your eyes, the sweat beading on your forehead..."

Blair was stunned.

“Are you a psycho?"

"Maybe."

She was speechless, and just squeezed her eyes shut as the needle poked her.

Like Wesley ordered, Niles had to wheel Blair to different floors of the hospital to finish all the exams. When it was finally done, the poor doctor was sweating profusely, and sore.

Blair pitied him and offered, “Thanks for your help. Let's get some milk tea. It's on me.”

"Good idea." Niles accepted her offer. He was pretty thirsty.

Sitting on the hospital bed, she took out her phone and opened a takeout app. She ordered two cups of milk tea.

"On the rocks?"

“Of course an iced one, please. It's hot and I'm sweaty," Niles said without hesitation.