[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]

"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?"

[dr_j]

"Mid-afternoon. I think."

[porcupineliz]

"... yeah. Time is weird here."

She swallows the last of the water, and settles back down fully horizontal with a sigh, cradling the glass carefully.



"I don't think I wanna go back to sleep."

[dr_j]

"Then don't," he says, lightly.

He hasn't moved.

[porcupineliz]

"But 'm still too tired to get up."

Beat.

Woefully: "My life is so hard."

[dr_j]

A small smile. "You could just luxuriate in bed."

[porcupineliz]

She looks up at him, with a faint smile. "With nice men bringing me cool drinks?"

[dr_j]

"Just one of us," he says, lightly.

[porcupineliz]

"One is good."

Her hand finds his, resting on the bed at his side, and feebly curls around it.

[dr_j]

Jordie turns his hand over -- the better to grip hers.

Quiet: "This is as bad as it'll get. Promise."

[porcupineliz]

She has to blink hard again, turning her head on the pillow in an effort to hide it.



"How long 's this usually last? Like ... three, four days?"

[dr_j]

"Seems about right," he says. "So, you know, boring, a little unpleasant... but it'll pass."

[porcupineliz]

A nod, and a long sigh.

"Probably spend most of it asleep too. Just ... not now."

[dr_j]

"That's fine." Still holding her hand.

[porcupineliz]

She shifts a little, lying on her back instead of on her side. Still holding his hand.


"Where were we gonna go the other day, again? Before I got sick?"

[dr_j]

"We were going to perambulate." He's smiling, a little. "Explore some neighborhoods. Follow our fancy."

[porcupineliz]

Even with her eyes closed, she can tell he's smiling.

"Could you ... tell me a little about them? Where we were gonna go?"

[dr_j]

"We'd follow the river," he says, quietly. "It's not much of a river, this time of year. But... art galleries. Stopping for coffee. Also I'd make us go in the children's museum."

[porcupineliz]

She's starting to smile too, eyes still closed.

"Children's museum. Like a, a science museum, or what?"

[dr_j]

"Mostly. We'd play with the magnets."

[porcupineliz]

"Magnets are good." Drowsily. "What about, do they have the giant soap-bubble thing?"

[dr_j]

"They do." Amused. "Really good ones."

[porcupineliz]

"'S important." Very decidedly.