"Not like we can offer each other a transfusion." That was his attempt at a lame joke, and it was definitely lame even to his ears. God, he was tired and sore and everything else. This wouldn't be the first or the last time he'd end up in Gabe's lap.
He grumbled and fought to pull out the correct number of pills, already seeing the writing on the wall that Reyes was going to refuse to take his without him also doing the same. It was such a pain, but he swallowed his pills like a goddamn leader. One-by-one with sips of water between, but he did so without complaining about it even if it seemed like so much effort. They were both sporting infections and fevers and it was only going to get worse if they didn't take care of it now. He was not carrying Reyes out of here come tomorrow. "Stop holding out and take your antibiotics, god."
He sipped at the rest of his water, letting the coolness of it soothe his burning throat even if the rest of him felt like he couldn't get warm enough. It was all confusing, and he was surprised he could even stay sitting up.
The thought of food made him shake his head. He wasn't hungry. Those bites of protein bar from before weren't even worth it in his mind. He was fine and he didn't think he needed more right now. Even if logically antibiotics should be taken with food. He just wanted to sleep. And finish his water.
"I'm not hungry. I just want to sleep." Or maybe they should watch the news. Was he even ready for that?
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Date: 2019-05-21 12:22 am (UTC)He grumbled and fought to pull out the correct number of pills, already seeing the writing on the wall that Reyes was going to refuse to take his without him also doing the same. It was such a pain, but he swallowed his pills like a goddamn leader. One-by-one with sips of water between, but he did so without complaining about it even if it seemed like so much effort. They were both sporting infections and fevers and it was only going to get worse if they didn't take care of it now. He was not carrying Reyes out of here come tomorrow. "Stop holding out and take your antibiotics, god."
He sipped at the rest of his water, letting the coolness of it soothe his burning throat even if the rest of him felt like he couldn't get warm enough. It was all confusing, and he was surprised he could even stay sitting up.
The thought of food made him shake his head. He wasn't hungry. Those bites of protein bar from before weren't even worth it in his mind. He was fine and he didn't think he needed more right now. Even if logically antibiotics should be taken with food. He just wanted to sleep. And finish his water.
"I'm not hungry. I just want to sleep." Or maybe they should watch the news. Was he even ready for that?