The drive was silent, they always were, but Lincoln was never going to push her to do anything that she didn't have the energy to do. He just wanted to help her, be there for her now since he couldn't before. He'd do everything that was in his power to make possible for her. Parking up and shutting off the engine, Lincoln jumped out, grabbed the bag, slung it over his shoulder and then moved around to get hold of Tasha and carried her inside. He nudged the truck door shut with his back and carried her inside. 

	He nodded to the nurses at the station and made his way forward. He kept Tasha close to him as if he'd never get to hold her again. [color=117722]"Good morning ladies. Is Doctor Kumar on duty?"[/color] He saw one of the nurses making her way around with a wheelchair which she brought towards them but Lincoln simply smiled and nodded before looking back to the nurse that was checking the roster for the doctors. "Yes. You want I should call?"

	Lincoln nodded and thanked the nurses for their help. He glanced to the wheelchair and then down to Tasha before carefully tightening his grip on her. He wasn't putting her down until he needed to. Right now she seemed content against him and, despite her fever, he could feel her shaking as if she were frozen. No way was he putting her into a rickety, old, bumpy wheelchair right now. He watched as the nurse spoke in Hindi down the phone and smiled when she made eye contact with him. [color=117722][i]Come ooon... you can see she's in a lot of pain right now! Get the finger out...[/i][/color] It was really hard not to yell out when Tasha's health and comfort was on the line.