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[duderaider]

[Nathan dances around her, mother henning, helping to tuck her in. when she looks settled, he hesitates for a moment, before glancing towards the door. when he looks back to her, it's almost apologetically]

I'm gonna -- I need to run down to the kitchen.

[because the water in the room is Not Good, like everything else. there has to be somewhere that has fresh water, though, right?]

[howmuchtrouble]

Okay. I'll be here.

[It's not like she can move very much. In fact, a nap seems kinda nice right now. She'll snooze, you go find the water. Deal.]

[duderaider]

Okay.

[man, he really doesn't like leaving her, like this. he continues to hesitate for another several seconds, before moving to grab her phone from where ever it is in the room. he brings it back to her, setting it down on a nearby table]

Just, uh. Shoot me a text or whatever, if you need anything else while I'm gone?

[or, you know, if she feels like she's going to die]

[howmuchtrouble]

[She makes no promises about if she feels like she's going to die, because she might be too busy dying. But she 100% will text any random fever thoughts between now and then.

She shoots him a thumbs up from her blanket bundle.]

Got it.

[duderaider]

Okay.

[he's repeating himself. he's hesitating again, not entirely comfortable with leaving her. still, though, he's going to have to sooner or later, because if the fever lingers, she's going to need to stay hydrated]

[he just has to hope this ends before too long, that someone finds a cure]

Okay. I'll be back as soon as I can.

[and then he's going to force himself to turn and leave]

[howmuchtrouble]

[And she is going to pass out for a while. At least until she wakes up in pain and manages to stumble to the bathroom to do some puking.

Being sick sucks. So much.]