Andy didn't need to say he wasn't feeling well - Lexie had been warned by a note in her journal from Dean. Something was up with Andy, and it wasn't just his leg either.
"Seem like you've lost a bit of your pep," she said, pulling the blanket's end up off the floor and pulling out a tiny bottle of hand sanitizer from her pocket. "I'm so sorry in advance for the cold hands," she said, rubbing her hands together with the Purel and offering a sympathetic smile.
Taking a look at the skin of his thigh she looked for the tell tale signs of infection - streaking of the skin, oozing, and undue swelling. Andy's leg, for better or worse looked OK. Squinting in the low light, Lexie looked over the sutures which looked to be holding well enough. The blood had clotted and seemed to be all normal.
"Well, Andy, you look to be healing fairly well," she said, rocking backward. Reaching over she claimed his water bottle. "We'll look at that ear of yours in a minute. Where's that blonde girl, I thought she'd look after you?"