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He looked at Reyes, feeling a moment of exasperation because he was certain neither of them was going to find a vein on the other for a transfusion. His hands were shaking to much, and he wasn't exactly skilled in that. "Oh and if you find a bag, how much are you going to have to poke me to find a vein? You a nurse now too?" Be sensible, Reyes.

He didn't even manage a glare when Gabe waited for him to finish his pills before making the attempt. He made a noise in the back of his throat when the older man looked to be about to be sick. "Puke over the side of the bed if you have to," he warned, worry creeping in his voice. "Then you have to take more antibiotics if you lose them!"

Wow, someone was being testy and dramatic about food.

He finished his cup of water and set it on the bedside table next to him and then flopped back down in the bed. That was a mistake, plain and simple, as noted by his small, "ow," which sounded off from the brash action. He still had his back to Gabe, trying a little harder this time to find a comfortable position in bed and failing. "Ugh... cuddle me, don't feed me."

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"It'd come in handy if either of us got our shit pulled together enough," hissed almost, but not out of anger. Far from it. "Can't say I'm wrong- and if we do if all else fails we can dump some over our own blood stains here," so that they... covered their DNA? He was not up to coming up with the plans like that right now, even if such a thing could work let alone would be needed.

Would have been so much worse if he'd tried doing it one at a time. All tat many more changes for triggering something, all in one go at least meant he only had to do it once, right. "Don't think we've got enough to waste like that," and he didn't feel like checking. Worry about getting more if they needed them without that factored in, thanks.

Also yes he was going to be testy and dramatic about food. They needed to eat if they wanted to heal properly. Feed a fever, starve a cold- something like that?

Gabriel used a hand to brace himself as best he could when he leaned over, cup of water sat aside as he rested a hand against Jack's back lightly. "We both need to eat something Jack- and again you know I'm going to refuse if you don't." Because that was just how it was. "Don't see why I couldn't do both." Cuddle feed?

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"Which we won't be in the state we're in. We can't even make it to the bathroom and back without feeling like it was a twenty mile run," he pointed out. It was about as reasonable as he would manage at this point. It would come in handy to have blood, but they hadn't put it in the non-existent fridge of this place so it was useless but to spray all over the place. "Just burn this place down when we're done."

No, they were going to need all the antibiotics that they could get at this point. A fallen building and all the open wounds that they had had definitely meant that they had a brewing infection all over their bodies. "Do you... have any safe, safe houses around here? All I know of are the Overwatch ones and they'll be compromised."

He didn't want to eat; he wanted to sleep and maybe to be cuddled, but with Gabe being testy, he could just take sleep. He had given in when it came to taking the medication, but he was going to be stubborn about eating anything. He wasn't in the mood for yet another low-blow tactic like pulling at their link and using the 'please' word.

He appreciated the hand on his back, and he grumbled and shifted on the bed at the idea that Reyes was going to hold out if he did. He grabbed the blanket and pulled it up in front of him as if he were cuddling that instead. "Then eat something. I'm cold and tired." He hugged the bedding to his chest as if making a childish point of his own. "I'll cuddle this if you aren't going to."

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"That would attract too much attention, and we already did it with the ambulance. We've filled our arson quota when it comes to an escape," Why did it sound like he was talking about an actual thing? It really sounded like he was talking about arson quotas like they were an actual thing.

Gabriel had to think for a moment before answering- "Yeah, I do. It's a ways out of town, more in the wilderness than anything. Got a few in various places all over." The Blackwatch safe houses shouldn't be as compromised, at least not the ones he was thinking of. Just as off the books as his offshore accounts just in case some emergency ever came to be where it was needed. "Be.. be more supplies there. Re-stock every time I'm in the area and got the chance," so things would be fresh. Good?

Could work off it at least.

"I'm not going to eat anything until you do," and was going to stick to that tactic of things, leaning back and withdrawing his hand as he pulled up the bedding to cover Jack more. "I'll just go lay in the tub then."

Gabriel was going to go that far, really.

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"Arson quota?" He wasn't awake enough or in the right mind enough to do more than question that idea. He had no idea one even existed, but it actually sounded fake in his mind, not that he was big on arson to begin with. He knew it had its place, but it generally wasn't part of his world unless it was used as a means to distract for an evac.

It seemed like in order to escape Switzerland, they would have to have somewhere to hole up. There was no way that they would make it back to the United States in their current condition, fast healing or no. They needed a solid week to just lay about, tend to each other, salve their wounded spirits and then make the jump. If someone was after them to finish them off, they would be watching all borders too. They needed to let the heat die down a bit in his mind.

"One of those should be our next stop. Lay low for a week or so," he murmured softly. Recover, maybe eat something when Reyes wasn't going to lord it over him like it was something he had to do to save them both from punishing each other.

He shoved the bedding away too cold but also too hot for it. He was uncomfortable and hoping the pain medication would kick in soon, but until then, he was going to shiver and clutch the blanket to his chest. "Don't get tetanus in there," he grumped, not giving into these terrorist demands. "And eat something if you're not going to puke it up."

He huddled closer to the edge of the bed, closing his eyes and trying to find a place to find more sleep. He was avoiding thinking about turning on the television too.

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"Only allowed to set fire to and burn down one thing per escape," and they'd spent theirs on the ambulance. "Arson quota. Can't do more than that."

Would have to lay as low as possible and try not to attract anymore attention when they did finally move again. Didn't want to spend another day here after this if they could manage, save some cash until they could chance getting to a bank or something, running on as little as they were.

"Mmm, that'll work," in giving them the time they needed to heal and get over anything else they needed to deal with. Have time to sit still without worrying about being found or- anything.

"Fine."

Apparently that was that as- yeah, Gabriel was pushing himself out and off the bed, leaving that cup of water he'd brought in for himself where he put it and was going to work his way back towards the bathroom. Stubbornly sticking to his guns, because he honestly doubted he'd be able to eat anything. So, if Jack wasn't going to eat he wasn't going to bother the attempt when even he wasn't sure it'd stay down.

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He grunted from where he was laying at this whole arson quota business, but he couldn't seriously contest it either. "Sounds fake," was all he remarked about it. Because it did, but neither did he have the energy or the brain power to argue right about now.

At least they had a plan, even if it was a risk moving anywhere with all the shit going down where the Swiss base had once been. It wasn't an illusion of the mind that he had heard helicopters moving back and forth into the city, and he had no doubt that emergency response was in full force. That would make leaving a bit more dicey, but he figured they had made it out of worse situations. It's just that this time they both looked like they had been torn apart and that might be suspicious. They'd deal with it later, he decided.

Jack was aware of the bed shifting as Gabe rose and listened to the sound of progress for the bathroom. There was no sudden cursing or 'thud', so he assumed the older man had made it, not that he would actually be able to assist much. He hugged the blankets to him and lay quiet and shivering on the bed while he tried to listen for signs that Reyes was successful in having a soak in the tub. He figured it would be mostly good for the man, though nothing was ideal when it came to getting sutures wet.

He was bloody, dirty and gross himself, but there was no way he was attempting a soak. He'd probably accidentally drown at this rate.

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A low noise, "Not fake, a good rule to go by. Only allowed to set fire to one thing if anything at all." Unless it was a series of explosions but then that was an entirely different situational quota.

Any nearby towns and cities would likely be a mess, any area that had a decent hospital, everything. Probably swarmed with the news and media people soon enough, like vultures descending on something before everything cleared and things were still actively going on. Whatever they had to do to get the freshest hunk of something juicy they could spread for views.

There was going to be no soaking, Gabriel was literally going to lay down in an empty tub. Most he did was rip down the shower curtain and lay the least grimy side up before situating himself inside of it. Stupid and possibly childish? Yes, very much so, but he never said he was going to attempt any sort of cleanliness.

Just that he was going to go lay in the tub if Jack wasn't going to eat and keep up like that.

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It took Jack a few minutes to realize that aside from the rustling shower curtain that there was no sound of water flowing. Not even of the tap to make him think that Gabe was rinsing himself down by hand, and even though the link between them seemed about the same, he slowly lifted his head from where he was uncomfortably situated on the bed. Still no sound of water. Was he not washing?

It didn't yet occur to him that Reyes was pouting in the bathroom because he wouldn't agree to eat. It also didn't occur to him that he might be pouting on the bed for being left alone.

He strained his ears to hear sounds of distress, didn't hear any aside from someone yelling in a different room, but he was slowly gathering himself. He managed to get to his hands and knees and crawl across Gabe's side, in such focus of finding out where the tank of oxygen was and the associated mask that he fell right out of bed and landed on his back. God that carpet had no give to it whatsoever.

He lay groaning softly to himself before managing to roll over to use the bed to haul himself up to his feet again, tottering his way to the bathroom and peer in at Gabe.

Gabriel Reyes. Laying on the clean side of a shower curtain. In an empty tub. Haggard and beat to shit. Using distance to punish him.

"...you could have just brought a bucket to the side of the bed if you were worried about puking..."

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At least the bathroom had some level of not being as thin walled as the rest of the room, much quieter in there. Even if the quiet just reminded him of the faint ringing in his own ears that still lingered. Or maybe that was still somewhere outside, and frankly he didn't have enough energy to mentally debate that.

Everything was really going towards his body trying to heal on what little it had to work on. Some water and a lot of pills, sure as hell wasn't enough for a grown man to really get what was needed but fuck.

Definitely pouting, but also too tired to do more than that. Didn't feel up to arguing to get Jack to eat, and hell if he felt like he could eat no matter how much he needed it. His own fault for only having pills in his stomach—

"This is easier." No it wasn't, and it was also cold. In a way it felt nice, but in another he was trembling a bit from said cold. "You should still be laying down?" A question because hell if he knew, maybe Jack needed to go again.

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He was forced to lean on the door frame because not being in motion and not actually having a purpose being out of bed was just a new punishment at this point. At least he knew that Reyes wasn't drowning and wasn't actually in need of assistance. He noted the shivering, so similar to his own and knew that fever had set into them both.

If they died from an infection after all of this, he was going to be pissed beyond belief. Maybe it just wouldn't matter by then.

"...how is this easier? You're laying in a bathtub like a corpse," he remarked. They also couldn't guarantee that a corpse hadn't been in there at one point. "Do you... want me to bring you the blanket? And your oxygen?"

He probably should be laying down, but minding after Gabe and making certain everything was alright was more pressing.

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"At this point I feel like one," or more like the completely opposite. Death warmed over was more like it, but he wasn't moving other than the slight shiver. Eyes closed simply for the fact he felt like he opened them again the bathroom would start spinning. Head tilted back and arms at his sides.

He did dare to crack an eye open after a moment, once he was sure his head had tilted in the right direction where Jack was standing. "Weren't you cuddling with the blanket?" Well alright then, that little comment came back to mind with the question, a hand lifting to move over his face. Oh. He hadn't... brought that. Hm.

"You should go lay back down, I'll be... fine." Probably fine. Maybe fine.

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It seemed to him standing there that Gabe was probably unable to get up anymore and would have to sleep off the effect of pills and pain alike. He also suspected the older man was suffering from worse vertigo than he had, which made him wonder if Gabe had a head injury. All that rubble falling on them, it was impossible that both of them had made it out alive with all their brain cells intact too.

He sagged against the door frame and then grunted at the pointed question. "Like you, it doesn't want to cuddle with me," he said as he gathered himself.

He shuffled away as if he were actually listening to instructions to go lay down. Because neither of them made anything easier on the other when they were in such a state of injury, he managed to pull the blanket off the bed, drag it back with him to the bathroom and throw it into the bathtub with Reyes.

"You're shivering," he grumped to his reason for doing so. Then he was off tottering back to retrieve the oxygen and mask, dragging them along with him until he set the tank behind the bathroom door where it wasn't liable to fall over and dropped the mask down onto the partner of his life. "Rest, heal. I'm going back to bed."

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A concussion was damned likely, but the fact he was still alive at least meant it wasn't enough to kill him. Rattled his brains around good for sure, but he needed to rest and keep still for once in his goddamned life if he had any sense in him—

"You're the one that said you'd rather cuddle with a blanket than eat, so I took you at your word." God dammit Reyes, for once in your life....

—When did Jack get the blanket? He might have drifted for a moment, wincing as he shifted a bit at the sudden bit of extra weight and what nearly felt too hot against his skin. Fuck if he didn't hate fevers. Supposed to eat and drink when feverish to try and help it pass, but like fuck he was going to be the only one to eat anything if Jack was refusing.

Yet fingers curled around Jack's wrist loosely before he could head back out the door, even if Gabriel didn't quite notice his own movement- "Tub's more comfortable than the bed."

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Apparently neither of them had much good sense since they did keep moving around rather than laying in bed sleeping the whole time. It wasn't exactly in their characters to be passive with anything and it seemed to him that they were at an acceptable activity level for their usual idiocy when wounded. Or maybe they were lucky that they were so wounded all over their bodies that they were more willing to lay around in different places. Like a bathtub.

"I cuddled it for awhile, but now you have it to cuddle under," he said simply, planning on returning to the much wider but just as questionable bed to spread himself out in.

Reyes never had been a lead by example commander when out of combat situations. He was too dramatic, willing to hurt himself to get his way and Jack was just plain used to it by now. Most times he gave in to save them both a long, drawn out contest of stubborn will, but he was sore, cranky, upset and febrile so was going to dig in himself to the detriment of them both.

He paused at the feel of fingers on his wrist, and he eyed the tub dubiously for a few seconds. "I don't think both of us is going to fit in there even if it is. I'm not laying on you," he said with as much reasoning as he could muster. Reyes needed the freedom to breathe easy and them cramming into a single bathtub was likely not a good choice for that purpose.

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A couple of idiots that didn't think twice about pushing themselves, but fretted like hell over the other. Seemed about right, and at times it worked together enough that they at least got enough of a rest that they healed and didn't feel like complete shit- other times not so much.

There was a moment where it looked as if Gabriel was about to say something, but it died somewhere before lips had even parted to speak, head turned to look away and that cracked open eyes simply closing again. Hand dropping a little too easily from Jack's wrist, fingers slipping from too loose of a grip, arm left hanging over the side of the tub. Didn't bother with the blanket, leaving it be as it had been draped over him.

Only thing more he really did was put the oxygen mask in place without needing to look here it had been dropped on him. Giving up far more easily than he ever had whenever he went this route? Very much so, going quiet that much more quickly as well. Usually tried to argue or even make a couple other low-blow attempts but he simply... stopped.

Yet he was going to still stay right where he was, either out of what remained of his stubborn streak or it being too much effort to even bother with trying to get up again.

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For a moment there, Jack thought that Gabe was about to fall unconscious, a spike of panic lancing through him as he felt the older man's grip loosen and slip away from his wrist. He made a soft sound of concern, but it became clear a moment later that Reyes had instead just... given up. That as such a rare thing that he peered at the older man in the tub, febrile and probably uncomfortable.

"Gabe..." he murmured softly, looking at the floor to consider sitting down there so he could be with the partner of his life a little more closely than if he ventured to the bed. The floor was questionable at best, and he was worried sitting down there meant he wouldn't be able to get up again.

He shifted his weight on his feet and then moved a step closer so he could rest his hand on the side of the tub. He moved slowly and painfully to lower himself down on the floor next to the tub, ignoring that this small bathroom made it cramped. He didn't care; he would stay near the older man for as long as he could manage it.

A hand reached out to search out one to try to lace their fingers together.

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Being in the tub itself at least helped with some... balance? Something of being too hot and too cold with the blanket there on top of him. Even if he still shivered it meant he wasn't feeling too hot, or at least not enough to budge the blanket. Probably wasn't good for him but it was.. something? Something. Not comfortable, but no worse than the bed in his mind.

Didn't make him look or feel any less like death warmed over, but breathing a little better with the mask back on. Too tired to fight any longer, the entire movement in dragging himself in here having taken more than he thought out of him. That or the pain pills on an empty stomach were doing a number on him finally.

Gabriel jumped a little at initial contact with that hand seeking his own, but fingers did lace with Jack's a little loosely as he let out a slow breath. "You' be more comfortable on the bed than trying to fit on the floor in here." Still enough energy for that, apparently. That bit of worry and concern.

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The floor of the bathroom was cold and leaning on the tub wasn't much better, but it was going to have to do for the time being. He lounged there as much as he was physically able, watching Gabe struggle to find that happy medium between too hot and too cold, but it seemed that the oxygen was still helping. Maybe he should consider breaking in somewhere to grab more tanks? It would take some time for that lung and all the surrounding damage to heal.

His eyes closed once he had Reyes' fingers between his own, like they were an insurance policy to knowing the older man would be alright. He made a sound of acknowledgement to the advice, but leaving now meant having to get himself up and he was done for the time being. All this over a refusal to eat.

Instead, he shivered and pillowed his less damaged cheek on a forearm and sighed as he tried to shift into a comfortable spot. "Doesn't matter. I'm taking care of you," he remarked even if he was basically doing no such thing. He was here to offer a sort of moral support, and right now, that's all he could offer. So he'd stay because being near Gabe was as much of a comfort for him as it likely was for his bond.

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"Should be takin' care of you," words just a little slurred, as if he was that much closer to going unconscious. Likely due to the pain medications, and the energy draining as everything was pushed towards healing. Not eating, no extra energy. Was just taking a lot out of him. Didn't doubt that it was taking a lot out of Jack as well since they were very much in the same slowly sinking boat.

All the more reason he wanted Jack to eat so badly, reason he didn't want to eat if the other wouldn't. Juvenile as that entire thought process was, he wasn't firing on all cylinders when it came to thought.

Just enough to keep them both alive and healing at all. "Going to hurt all th'more when you move."

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"Mmmmm, you saved me out there, doctored me up here," he murmured, his voice also starting to fade. He nestled his cheek on his arm, allowing his eyes to close again, and taking comfort in the loose grip of their fingers together. His own doses of medications were kicking in and if he had wanted to get back up, it was too little, too late now.

He gave Gabe's fingers a light squeeze. "Hurting now anyway," he mumbled, breathing starting to even out even as he shivered. "Take care of you," he breathed then faded off to sleeping again. It was better for them to rest no matter where that might actually be.

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Felt like he could have done more, even if it was just telling himself that in the back of his mind. Should have been doing more now, but hell if he could get his mind wrapped around it well enough and push himself anymore. Was still early enough in the day, they both needed more sleep and to eat but they were still them and stubborn as hell.

Gabriel squeezed Jack's hand, even if it was a bit weaker could still be felt. "Love you," now that was clear even if it was still mumbled and not really a reply, but it was the truest thing he could have said at the moment and- well. Gabe was tired and they'd both feel how falling asleep in the bathroom would feel soon enough. Some bit of consciousness before being thrown back in to it that wasn't being just rudely shoved awake because of a call of nature.

If anything it'd be a loud call of sirens going by the area, a little fleet of them that were likely ambulances taking a shortcut to one of the medical centers spotted around the area.

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He was already asleep when Gabe made the final quiet proclamation, but he had known that they loved each other a long time ago and knew nothing about that would ever change. That assurance was always with him, with or without the words to back it up. It was the same on how he felt about Reyes, the partner of his life who had so easily won him over all those years ago.

Sleeping in a bathroom had never been comfortable even when he was young and healthy. It was cramped and cold and too many odd angles to have to try to fit into. Sleeping in one at the odd angle while older, bigger and far more wounded than he had been the last time he had tried it was a huge mistake. He was shivering harder than ever, his ass was basically asleep and his body was stiff and sore even with the residual pain medication.

Yet, it was the sirens that woke him, sounding like more than one. He lifted his head from where he had pillowed it on his hands and winced as he tried to stretch his shoulders and ended up hitting the pipes under the sink and then turned to look and nearly smoked his head on side of the tub as he pitched thanks to his body not responding. He was freezing to the point where his teeth tried to chatter.

Still, he waited to hear if the sirens passed, too out of it to determine if the pitch and frequency was to which particular emergency type vehicle. If it stopped, he assumed it was police coming for them and they were going to have to bust out of this place in their underwear and abandon any attempt at healing with any manner of comfort in the way of their stolen supplies.

However, the ambulances moved on without even a pause, and he was left struggling to find any sort of comfortable way of sitting.

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Gabriel had jerked awake himself, head hitting the inside of the tub hard enough that he was seeing stars for a moment. Gripping the sides of the tub and breath caught in his throat, stiffened up and the aches screaming in his limbs but he didn't move other than that. Listening to the sirens as well, and only moved when they had passed, catching sight of the state Jack was in.

Didn't think twice before he was forcing himself up, draping that blanket from on top of him on to Jack, leaning over to do it if he needed- "You stubborn asshole," voice a bit rough, "Feel like ice." Even if he was running a temperature.

That oxygen mask was pulled off as Gabriel forced himself out of the tub, and even if Jack tried to struggle he was using what strength he had to bundle the man and lift—

Had Jack bridal-style as he was going to stumble out of the bathroom and head back towards the bed. Didn't care if he might have looked completely ridiculous getting out of that tub, how drowsy he still was after being jerked out of sleep and in to a mental high alert. Jack getting back on that bed was his 'mission' and was damn well going to try and help.

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He jerked a bit to peer at Gabe trying to obtain more of a head injury than they had in the fall of Overwatch. He almost reached out in sympathy, to check for blood but his fingers weren't working right from where they had been curled to fists. It mostly frustrated him than anything, and he made a noise of concern when Reyes was jumping up and out of the tub so quickly.

Instinctively, he lifted his head and strained to hear for sounds that would lead towards a forced entry into their room, thinking he had missed something over the way his teeth had tried to chatter. He had his jaw clenched tightly by that point, and he didn't hear anything. He gawked at Reyes suddenly throwing that blanket over him, and then he couldn't help the squawk that managed to slip passed his lips as he was bundled up and hauled right off the floor.

"M'okay," he managed, but by then, he was already in Gabe's grip. He struggled feebly, more concerned for the older man's injuries than his own state of freezing. "Put me down. I can walk, and you need your oxygen," he protested far too late to do anything about the fact he was being carried from the bathroom and settled on the bed all over again.

He seemed to blink his eyes and was suddenly back on the bed, but his shaking hadn't abated any in the process. He shifted to make room for Reyes, but he was tangled up in the blanket and unable to easily find his way back out. "You have to lay down with me."