[[ 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 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.