[[ milliways infirmary ]]

[justdidntseeit]

[ "s'alright, we're gonna get you looked at." ]

After her fever breaks, Kate doesn't move around much as she sleeps, exhaustion settling like silt in her blood.

She doesn't dream, either, but occasional lines appear between her brows or wrinkle her forehead.

At some point, she takes in a deep breath -- deeper than the others, so far -- and her eyelids flutter before opening.

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[wheelsy_sheriff]

He lets go of her hand to reach for her glass.

"Well, y'look better'n I did in your place," he jokes lightly, glancing around unsure if he should call a doctor or not.

[justdidntseeit]

She accepts the water, warring with gravity so she can take a slow sip.

"Thanks."

As he returns the glass to the table, her eyes trace the tiredness on his features.

"Have you gotten any sleep?"

She has no idea how long she's been out; it could be a few hours, an entire day, or even longer.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

He reaches for the sheet that's drifted low to pull it up on her, avoiding meeting her gaze.

"Don't worry 'bout me, alright? I'm fine. Just you get better."

[justdidntseeit]

A slight frown breaks through her internal static; one hand finds his wrist, her fingers curling around warm skin.

She opens her mouth to tell him he needs to rest, too, but her voice feels as far away as Mount Kilimanjaro.

Her eyes close and she doesn't even manage a nod of concession before she's asleep.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

He watches her, listening to her breathing even out, then smooths the sheet over her shoulder.

Leaving his hand in her weak grasp, he settles in his chair again. His eyes stay on her, and he'll drift eventually, but it'll be a light sleep.

He's going to look after her, like he should have been doing before.