"Mmmmm'sorta comfortable," he managed to say, even if Gabriel's logic was relatively sound comparatively. He still wasn't moving just yet, not until there was plea coming from the older man and then he lifted his head from where it rested on the sheets, blurrily looking at Gabe and assessing the distance between them. Sitting up was so much harder than laying down.
Slowly, he dug his elbows into the mattress and struggled his way to sitting position again, but thankfully he had a cast iron stomach and the vertigo only made him a little cross-eyed for a few seconds before he corrected.
He reached out and set his hand to the back of Gabe's forehead, but to him, it felt like they were about the same temperature. Boiled lobster temperature, but he was up and deciding that fussing was better for them both. That meant he was fussing with the blankets and checking on the oxygen mask that Gabe was using to help healing and breathing.
"You're breathing okay? Should I get the last tank?"
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Date: 2019-05-20 10:11 pm (UTC)Slowly, he dug his elbows into the mattress and struggled his way to sitting position again, but thankfully he had a cast iron stomach and the vertigo only made him a little cross-eyed for a few seconds before he corrected.
He reached out and set his hand to the back of Gabe's forehead, but to him, it felt like they were about the same temperature. Boiled lobster temperature, but he was up and deciding that fussing was better for them both. That meant he was fussing with the blankets and checking on the oxygen mask that Gabe was using to help healing and breathing.
"You're breathing okay? Should I get the last tank?"