rattlingthestars | IC Inbox II

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.

[ The blood is concerning. Frowning again as he uses his sleeve to wipe off the blood. ]

We can fix that. Plenty of rest, fluids, and taking it easy.

[ Resting his head on his shoulder. ]

[ Jim wants to object - he'll ruin Zell's sleeve - but he loses the train of thought. ]

Got enough water around here.

[ The rest might be hard to come by. ]

[ Think of it as sharing, Jim. ]

Yeah, we do. [ He keeps from babbling, but the urge is there. He wants to do something, keep busy...

But he also just wants to wrap around Jim and stay put.

Taking off his short sleeved coat with flames on it to drape it across Jim's back. ]

We'll look for a place with hot water or cook some up. That'll probably clear you up.

Wish we were further south.

[ Remember the soup, Zell? It was the best soup. Jim grasps the coat around his shoulders, settling in, and closes his eyes.

It'll just be for a second, he promises.

Just...

a second... ]

[ He remembers the soup. Beckett talked about it for days following. ] Wouldn't take long to get back there.

[ Wrapping his arm around him and pulling him close. He'll let him rest until they need to get going. Hopefully the medicine has kicked in by then. ]

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Guess who still had a notif in her inbox whoops

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