rattlingthestars | IC Inbox II

[ 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.

[ 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.

[ 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.

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.

Not that useless.

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

[ 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. ]

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.

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. ]

[ 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.

[ 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.

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

Do we have any of the thing left?

[ 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. ]

The...

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

That might not be what it looks like. ]

Things?

[ 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? ]

Medicine. The... pills.

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

For walking.

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. ]

That!

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

In the pocket with paper.

[ 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.

Don't look.

[ Jim says this belatedly, way after Zell has already gotten the medicine free of the notes. He pushes himself up and is silent, trying to take stock. He feels like he's getting worse than he was earlier, but it's hard to tell.

As he sits up his chest rattles again, setting off another round of coughing that takes a while to subside. ]

Just that. And the room keeps spinning a little.

Huh? At what?

{ That has him looking at the bag again, but not going to grab it yet. The coughing has his attention. Reaching to pat Jim's back to try to help dislodge the gunk or whatever it is.

He's frowning again. ]

This will help.

[ Jim holds out his cupped palm for it; it sways a little, but he's steadier with effort. ]

The notes. They're not finished.

[ Give him a second. He puts the pill in the opened hand and works on unscrewing the bottle as he thinks about it. Keeping a hand on his back to help steady him. ]

Oh! The notes. [ A beat. ] How long do you work on them before you give them to me?

Until they're right.

[ Jim waits patiently for the bottle and only leans into Zell a little. ]

A few minutes but sometimes weeks.

[ He feels his heart melts at that. ]

They already are right. They are from you.

[ Offering the bottle over. ]

Don't drink too fast.

[ Pressing a kiss against the side of his head. ]

Just right. Perfect.

[ Jim obediently takes small sips from the water bottle until he needs to cough again. He regards the flecks of blood on his fist with a little noise of dismay. ]

-That's not perfect.

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