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Wow. You’re on a roll.

[Daisy says, impressed by how he just keeps going onto the next book after finishing the previous one.]

Did you like it?

I did. At first I was unsure, but by the end I felt it had been a good story to learn.

[ It was about lives very different to his own, but there were still some themes running through that he could understand. Continuing with his soup, he tries focusing on the movie, but he knows he's missing things since his brain definitely feels foggy. ]

What is his name again?

[ Nodding towards Harrison Ford. ]

Would you mind if I borrowed it? The book.

[She’s not much of a reader, but she gets the feeling she’ll be spending a lot of down time with him the next couple of days.]

That’s the main character, Indiana Jones.

I don't mind.

[ Being careful to not knock over his tray, he leans over to open the nightstand and retrieve the book for her. ]

Such a long name.

[ He shakes his head, sure he'll forget what it is. This man has no context as to the state of the same name so it just sounds like a strange name to him. ]

[Daisy takes the book from him, tucking it against her side for now.]

I'll get started when you take your nap.

[Which she wouldn't be surprised if he fell asleep soon.]

Is it?

I shouldn't sleep the day away.

[ Then again, it's not like he can be productive right now either. He gives a shrug and works on finishing his soup. ]

I don't know. It seemed that way. Maybe I was just thinking of home. Most of the names there are only one or two syllables. Or maybe my head is just stuffy and I'm thinking of things that don't matter.

[ He'll honestly try focusing on the movie now. ]

You’re sick. You should be sleeping.

[Daisy points out, knowing if their roles were reversed she would be just as stubborn.]

See? This is why you should be sleeping.

[Once he’s finished his soup she sets the DVD player down where he can still see it and moves the tray and everything off to the side for now. She’ll bring it out when she next leaves the room. Climbing back into the bed, she offers to hold him if he starts looking sleepy. Otherwise she’s content to just lay here and watch the movie with him, occasionally playing with his hair or trailing her fingertips up and down his arm.]

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[ He’s pretty close to pouting over being treated like an helpless child but he’s also too sick to really protest either. And really, it’s better to have someone looking out for him than to endure this alone. ]

All right.

[ Propping his pillow up against the wall, he settles in to watch the movie and whatever happens he’ll go with it. Sure enough, within minutes he’s slouching down towards her shoulder as he falls asleep. Strange dreams afflict him, like one about his sister standing at the foot of the bed and another where he’s Indiana Jones trying to cross a snake filled pit to rescue Daisy from a trap on the other side. When his foot slips on the edge and he falls into the pit he startles awake. ]

I fell.

[Daisy attempts to start the book when he nods off, but only gets a few pages in before she's distracted by the movie. That and also just how hot she's getting with Joric laying against her.

She's just started another movie when he jerks awake and she jumps as well before relaxing.]

You okay?

It didn't hurt.

[ Wait. ]

I mean... I was dreaming I fell.

[ He sits up straight and grabs a tissue to blow his nose. ]

Is this the same movie?

[She can't tell if he's hot because he's got a fever, or if this is normal temperature. Either way he's got her sweating as well.]

No, I switched over to something else. You've been sleeping for a few hours now.

[She reaches up to push his hair off of his face.]

How're you feeling?

Hours?

[ It's felt like only minutes. Looking around the space, he remembers how vivid the dream was of his sister and he knows he should take care not to let himself weaken. Perhaps she was the reminder he needed. ]

My head aches. And my throat hurts. And I'm hot and achy.

[ His brow furrows. ]

But beyond that, I am fine. What of you? You do not feel as if you're catching it, do you?

Beyond that.

[Daisy repeats, somewhat amused but mostly concerned.]

You should take more of that medicine.

[It’s on his nightstand still.]

Are you hungry?

[ He sits up properly to reach for the medicine and has to ponder her question for a moment. Joric always seems to have room set aside in his bottomless pit of a stomach for more food, but something about feeling rotten kills that hunger pang. He shakes his head. ]

No, I'm not hungry.

[ He takes more of the medicine, making a bit of a face. Despite currently lacking a proper sense of taste from how stuffed up he is, the nastiness of the medicine carries through. ]

Are you hungry?

[ It now occurs to him that she's been here for hours. Maybe she should eat. ]

[Daisy frowns when he mentions not being hungry, knowing how unlike that is for him.]

I am, but how about I run you a bath first before I go grab something from the kitchen?

[She suggests, already climbing over him to get off the bed.]

Do I need a bath?

[ It's asked with all the innocence of a man who has lost his sense of smell and can't detect how he stinks of sweat. ]

It might help with your fever.

[And yeah, he’s a little ripe.]

Mm, then I should do it. The sooner I'm rid of this, the better.

[ He follows her out of bed and into the bathroom to let her take care of things. Again he recognizes how grateful he is that Daisy has stayed, even at the risk of her own health. Coming up behind her, he slips an arm around her middle and drops a kiss to her shoulder. ]

Thank you.

[Making sure the water isn’t too hot, Daisy lets it fill up and in lieu of bubble bath, she uses some of his body wash to create some bubbles.

When she stands up, Daisy smiles when she feels him wrap an arm around her.]

You’ll feel better soon, I’ll make sure of it.

[She promises before turning in his arm and brushing his hair out of his face.]

You get in. I’m going to go grab something to eat. I’ll be back in less than ten, but text me if you need anything. Okay?

[ He nods slowly, wishing she would keep playing with his hair but knowing it will be a short parting. Releasing her, he leaves her to it and gets in the tub. His limbs feel achy and heavy, but he pushes past the lethargic feeling to force himself to actually wash his body. Daisy is right in her predictions because soon enough the warm water causes his sinuses to open and he has to lean over to grab the toilet paper and start blowing his nose. He makes a valiant attempt to throw the balled up makeshift tissues into the trash bin, and a few even make it in. The rest land on the floor to be dealt with later.

By the time Daisy returns the water has started to cool, but he's clean and has even washed and rinsed his hair. He feels like a new man. ]

[As promised, Daisy comes back on time. This time with a tray of soup and toast for him, even if he said he wasn’t hungry. As well as a microwave burrito and chips for her. She’s also got two more water bottles tucked under her arm.

Setting it down on the bed for now, Daisy knocks on the bathroom door before entering.]

How’s it going in here?

Much better.

[ He looks it too. It's obvious that his sinuses clearing has improved his breathing and his voice doesn't sound as hoarse. Hair slicked back, he rests his head back against the tile wall and takes a deep breath. ]

Though I should get out before the water goes cold.

Good.

[She smiles at him before reaching for his towel and walking closer to tub, stepping on some of his tissues in the process.]

Couldn’t quite make the basket?

Aim is a bit off at the moment.

[ It's said lightly, almost as an inside joke to himself because if there is one thing he's consistently terrible at, it's aiming projectiles. There's a reason he chose the sword and not the bow.

But now that she's close he pulls the plug in the drain and steps out of the tub to get the towel around himself. Naturally he's smirking as he does so because he's squeaky clean and hopefully more attractive than he has been today. ]

[Daisy smiles up at him in return, even if she can’t figure out what he’s smiling about.]

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