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275; action (sick Jims) (Quickie, sorry)

[swatsflies]

[ It's the second day after he regained feelings and his heart is doing sommersaults when he sees that Jim is still there and he still feels love for him. Still feels the relief and happiness. Reaching over to cup the side of his face and realizing something isn't normal.

Hair is there. He's breathing, but he might be pale? ]

Hey, Stars? [ Reaching up to touch his forehead to check. ]

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[ Jim's skin is burning hot, and when he opens his eyes to respond there's a hint of confusion there until he focuses in on Zell.

Both of Zell? ]

-Hey.

[swatsflies]

Whoa.

[ Drawing his hand back. And then leaning down to press a brush his lips against his forehead to be sure. ]

You're burning up.

[ Moving to touch his throat. ]

How do you feel?

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[ Jim suppresses a wet cough and shakes his head. ]

Not... too great.

[ The bruise on his throat hurts to be touched, but it's kind of hard to make that out under the general ache all over his body. ]

Don't get sick.

[swatsflies]

[ He can feel a sharp pang of guilt over the throat, and he's being careful not to touch it. Moving his fingers up to run through Jim's hair. ]

Don't worry about that, Stars. I don't get sick.

[ Moving to nuzzle against his cheek to show he has NO FEAR. ]

What are your symptoms?

[rattlingthestars]

[ I don't get sick. Jim huffs at him and raises both eyebrows. Zell had been in plenty of pain for as long as Jim could remember, that had to be some kind of sick.

He knows he's fighting a losing battle, though, and he doesn't really have the energy for it. ]

'm cold.

[swatsflies]

[ Pain totally doesn't count. Or the radiation sicknesses those times. Nope. Totally doesn't get sick.

At the cold part, Zell moves to wrap his arms around him. Have some body heat. ]

You're hot, too. [ Then there s a pause. ] I mean your forehead. [ Totally needs to clarify that cause he always finds Jim hot. ]

What else? How's your throat?

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[ Usually Zell's slip-up would get at least a snicker, but as it is all Jim can manage is a huff and a raised eyebrow. ]

Sore.

[ Jim pauses, and adds in a raspy whisper: ]

Don't think it's from the sick, though.

[swatsflies]

[ He knows they talked about it, and that he wasn't in control at the time, but he still cringes at that. Moving his hand up to brush his fingers very lightly along the edges of the bruises. It feels like he has coils of chains wrapped around inside of him at what transpired. At feeling helpless to stop it if it ever happens again... ]

We can heat up some honey and water.

[ Maybe use whatever alcohol they have left to help numb it. ]

My poor baby. [ Snagging one of Jim's hands to brush his lips against each of his knuckles ] Tell me to jump, and I'll jump. Whatever you want, Stars.

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[ It hurts to be touched, but Jim's not sure if that's physical or all in his head. The idea of something warm to drink makes him perk up, a little, but -

Well. When Zell's done with his hand, Jim's not letting it go. ]

Just stay here a little longer.

[swatsflies]

As you wish.

[ He's okay with his hand being held captive. Bumping his forehead against it as he sighs.

Careful not to let him go as he shifts around to lay down next to him. Moving to nuzzle against Jim's chest. ]

I can carry you, you know.

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Not that useless.

[ This is undercut with a round of wet coughing into the crook of his elbow, to keep it away from Zell. ]

[swatsflies]

[ Frowning deeply at that cough. Rubbing circles against Jim's chest before patting it gently. ]

What if I just want an excuse to hold you in my arms?

[ And he also doesn't want Jim to exert himself further than he has to. ]

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Gonna cough on you.

[ Jim doesn't really have the energy to argue about all the reasons he should absolutely be walking.

They're good reasons. He promises. ]

Then Mochi'll have to carry us both.

[swatsflies]

He might not look like it, but he's strong enough.

[ Giving a solemn nod without cracking a smile. Totally serious.

Then he leans over to press a kiss against his cheek. ]

Pretty sure it's too late not to catch anything.

[ Since they do spoon at night. ]

[rattlingthestars]

[ Jim squints at Zell with bleary eyes, trying to guess if he's serious about Mochi or not. He guesses wrong and, with great concern: ]

We're way too heavy, he can't take both of us.

[swatsflies]

[ Oh no his baby is sicker than he thought. Making a sound that is a mix of a light laugh and an aww as he nuzzles against him. ]

Okay, maybe just you then. I could always ask Kunsel to carry me.

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[ Jim hums in quiet agreement. Apparently this is acceptable. ]

Do we have any of the thing left?

[swatsflies]

[ Not even going to correct this. He'll share with Jim later when he's feeling better.

He's searching his brain for what the thing could be. ]

Hmm? Which thing?

[ He has a lot of things. ]

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The...

[ Jim makes a motion like putting pills in his mouth and swallowing.

That might not be what it looks like. ]

Things?

[swatsflies]

[ IT TAKES A MOMENT, and thankfully his mind doesn't go down to guttersville. ]

Medicine? Or food?

[ Trying to gesture eating something with his hands. This? ]

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Medicine. The... pills.

[ He thinks some of them might have been for fever. ]

For walking.

[swatsflies]

Wha? For walking? [ Jim. Bb. He loves you but you're not making any sense.

And then he thinks about it before snapping his fingers. ] Oh! The pain relief. Right?

[ Making a note to contact one of the doctors as he sits up to go reach for their bags as he waits for confirmation. It should be in Jim's stuff still... he hopes. ]

[rattlingthestars]

That!

[ Jim looks, briefly, proud of both himself and Zell. ]

In the pocket with paper.

[swatsflies]

[ Okay. Cancel everything. Jim is adorable when sick.

He knows exactly which pocket he's referring to as he digs in for the pills. After risking his fingers to paper cuts, he finally finds it. Pulling it out and shaking it. ]

What are your other symptoms?

[ Opening it up and snagging one. That should be enough, right? Grabbing a bottle of water while he's at it and offering both to Jim. ]

C'mon and sit up, love.