Now that they were both not only back in bed but sitting up, Jack watched Gabe move, aware that they were both in a lot of discomfort. It was going to be a rough few days and while they could take the day, they should probably move on by tomorrow. By then, he expected their healing factors to have gone into overdrive in them both, but protein bars and MREs were not going to tide them over well for long. Their energy requirements would be through the roof and the way that they were going to be dosing one another on drugs too... they were such a mess.
He offered his own full cup to Reyes after watching the older man down his that quickly. Yeah, they both were very dehydrated, but it was also easier to offer his cup rather than drag himself back out of bed to refill Gabe's at this point. No, pulling himself from this bed again just wasn't an option until he'd taken a breather.
"Pissing blood, no surprise there," he muttered, his voice deep and gravelly from damage. "My wounds will keep; you need to rest up and suck back more oxygen." This was not the first 'argument' about who needed more treatment than who they would be in, nor would it be the last.
He leaned his head back against the wall, closing his eyes even though he knew he should eat something. Soon, he promised himself. The water was filling the void.
"You need more pills? I'll drag myself out of this bed for you but no one else, okay?" He managed a small smile, but it pulled at the sutures in his lip and caused him to wince.
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Date: 2019-05-13 04:19 pm (UTC)He offered his own full cup to Reyes after watching the older man down his that quickly. Yeah, they both were very dehydrated, but it was also easier to offer his cup rather than drag himself back out of bed to refill Gabe's at this point. No, pulling himself from this bed again just wasn't an option until he'd taken a breather.
"Pissing blood, no surprise there," he muttered, his voice deep and gravelly from damage. "My wounds will keep; you need to rest up and suck back more oxygen." This was not the first 'argument' about who needed more treatment than who they would be in, nor would it be the last.
He leaned his head back against the wall, closing his eyes even though he knew he should eat something. Soon, he promised himself. The water was filling the void.
"You need more pills? I'll drag myself out of this bed for you but no one else, okay?" He managed a small smile, but it pulled at the sutures in his lip and caused him to wince.