[pfsb+new mexico] achoo

[porcupineliz]

It's morning on the third day of a four-day visit, and they seem to actually be still enjoying each other's company. For a miracle. Today they're supposed to go exploring one of the nearby neighborhoods, and Liz went to bed last night in happy anticipation.

... and can't seem to pull herself out of the guest bed this morning.

Maybe it's got something to do with the cough and headache she seems to have developed overnight.

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[porcupineliz]

She thinks she says thank you again before she falls asleep. She's not sure whether or not she remembers in time not to say it out loud.

Sleep drags her down like an undertow.



Some hours later she's still asleep, but not quietly; she's been tossing for some time now.

[dr_j]

The door to the bedroom is cracked.

Jordie's got reading material out front; he's curled up on the couch, half-dozing. The remains of a sandwich are on a plate on the coffee table.

[porcupineliz]

She's been sitting too close to the fire. Her face is hot and red and so are her hands, and when she looks at them they shimmer with flames; the fire's gotten inside her somehow and is spreading there, licking at her chin and cheeks, catching in her hair.

They never actually burned witches in this country, Gran says, that was Europe. Why isn't she doing something about the fire, instead of talking history? Liz tries to ask her, but when she opens her mouth the fire curls into it and chokes her off.


(A whimper, just audible from the front room.)

[dr_j]

Jordie's head lifts.




After a moment he knocks gently, then sticks his head into the bedroom.

[porcupineliz]

In the bed, the blankets seem to have wound themselves into a cocoon around her; Liz is thrashing, apparently trying to shove the tangle of covers away.

(In the dream she struggles, but the fire's everywhere now; it's all she can see, and soon it will burn its way through her eyes and into her brain, and she can't breathe --)

Another moan; this one has the word no in it somewhere.

[dr_j]

Jordie goes straight for the bathroom, running cold water over a washcloth.

"Shh." He touches the cloth to her forehead, holding her shoulder gently with his other hand. "Liz. Wake up. Liz."

[porcupineliz]

The sound she makes is somewhere between a groan and a wail, as she struggles up through layers of fevered sleep.

Her shoulder is palpably hot, under the fabric of her thermal undershirt.

[dr_j]

His hand drops; he starts tugging gently at the blanket. "Liz. It's all right. Let's get this off."

[porcupineliz]

"...mnnh?"

She seems to have heard him, at least, though her eyes are glassy and unfocused when they open.

"J'rdie?"

[dr_j]

"You're overheated." He keeps his voice calm, quiet. "Let's get the blanket off you."

[porcupineliz]

A blink, and then a slow nod, and she makes an effort to push the blanket aside.

"Was a fire," she tries to explain, groggily.

[dr_j]

"No," he says, gentle, as he adjusts the cloth on her forehead and pulls down the blanket. "Just a dream. If that."

[porcupineliz]

She gives a long sigh, and closes her eyes; the damp cloth feels good, although she can't suppress a shiver when one drop of moisture trickles down behind her ear.

"A dream," she echoes. "It was ... in my hands. Everywhere."

[dr_j]

He finishes tugging down the blanket, and sits on the side of the bed. "Better?"

[porcupineliz]

"Yeah."

The drop of water making its way down her cheek is probably from the washcloth too. Probably.

[dr_j]

Quiet: "it's been a while since you've taken anything. Do you want to?"

[porcupineliz]

With some effort, she opens her eyes again. "Yeah. I -- yeah."

The barest attempt at a smile. "My everything hurts."

[dr_j]

"We'll fix that." He gets up carefully, goes to the dresser (where he's laid out a small pharmacy), shakes two pills into the cap, and comes back over. "Can you sit up enough to drink?"

[porcupineliz]

Slowly, laboriously, she pushes herself up on one elbow; it feels like less effort than actually sitting, and the slightest effort is painful at the moment.

"This enough?"

[dr_j]

"Yeah." He sits again, holding out the pills, and picks up the glass. "Whenever you're ready."

[porcupineliz]

She swallows, with some difficulty, and reaches for the glass first. It's cool against her palm, and the first sip is an almost painful relief.

After a second sip, she transfers the glass to her supporting hand and holds out her hand for the pills.

[dr_j]

Carefully he dumps them into her hand. "Better?"

[porcupineliz]

"Better already."

First one, then the other; the second one doesn't quite want to go down, and she finishes most of the water getting it to go.

[dr_j]

Jordie folds the damp washcloth. Quiet: "I might wake you up again later to drink more water."

[porcupineliz]

"'S probably a good idea."

She rubs her eyes. "Time is it?"