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Post by Xarae on Mar 14, 2008 21:42:56 GMT
Summer had no idea what to do, so she simply waited. After a bit, she removed his shirt fully and undid the top button of his pants so he'd have some wiggle room. She shrugged, wandering into the kitchen and grabbing the peroxide. She sidled back over to Jason, pouring a bit of the clear, strong smelling liquid onto each bandaged hand. It would hurt, she knew, but she supposed it was better than nothing. Summer placed the bottle back in the kitchen and walked back into the main room, leaning against the door frame and watching him writhe in discontentment.
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Post by Tiggs on Mar 16, 2008 2:19:06 GMT
The night had long drawn in before the fever started to fade, and Jason groaned loudly. He rolled over, attempting to sit up but finding his arms had presently turned to jelly. Staring up at the ceiling, he wondered why his chest was feeling the cold. He peered down at it, invoking a headache between his eyes. He appeared to be shirtless. The headache started to throb, and he threw and arm over his eyes.
He was conjuring up scenarios that would make his feel this ill. His current theory what that he'd gotten so drunk, he'd had a shirtless adventure and finally passed out from the large amounts of alcohol and therefore had forgotten half the day. Was he at Dead Horse, or Cascade? He didn't want to open his eyes to find out for himself, so he opened his mouth to rasp, "Summer?" in a feeble sort of way. Disgusted, he cleared his throat and tried again. "Summer?" He needed a drink, badly. His mouth was so dry, as if he hadn't drunk anything in days.
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Post by Xarae on Mar 16, 2008 2:47:24 GMT
A bit startled at the sound of his voice, she roused herself from her half-dosing state and stumbled toward the kitchen where she soaked a scrap of fabric in water then pulled herself back into the living room. "Shut up, you twit," She grumbled, blinking back sleep as she stuffed the wet rag into his mouth. Summer was pretty sure he'd just dribble water everywhere if she gave it to him in a cup. She glanced at him sourly. "You cost me an entire night's sleep looking after your sorry bum, and I'm not happy."
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Post by Tiggs on Mar 16, 2008 2:55:22 GMT
Jason made a stifled 'arg' noise as Summer stuffed a rag into his mouth. He though she might be trying to gag him but she hadn't tied it so apparently not. With his vast intellectual powers, he discovered chewing the rag delivered much-needed water. He sucked on that for a while, then spat it out to land wetly on his chest. He grumbled, and with his free arm, swiped it off.
"My sorry bum? You took my jeans off too? What kind of crazy game is this?" He asked, a weak smile curling the corner of his mouth. "Urgh, why am I so tired? I just woke up." His arm tightly over his eyes, he refused to open them in case it angered the headache.
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Post by Xarae on Mar 16, 2008 3:17:31 GMT
Summer stared at him, then rolled her eyes. "You were drowning in your own sweat - I had to do something," She hissed, narrowing her blue eyes at him. "If you don't appreciate my help, you can take of yourself," She added, flicking his nose and standing up. Summer headed out of the door of the living room, leaning against the wooden table in the kitchen and cooling off her boiling temper. Tired and restless does not a calm Summer make. On so little sleep, she was easily angered and slow to forgive.
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Post by Tiggs on Mar 16, 2008 3:23:48 GMT
"Ow!" He snuffled, rubbing his nose with his least-burning hand. "My own sweat?" He called after her. "What did you do to me, eh? Must of been some workout." he giggled lamely, groaning as his headache flared. "What time is it?" He asked, not knowing if Summer was even in earshot any more.
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Post by Xarae on Mar 16, 2008 3:26:53 GMT
"Shut your gob!" Summer shouted after a moment's hesitation, slamming her fist down on the table in frustration. She sighed heavily, rubbing her head. He was giving her a headache. "You have a fever, you lunatic," She replied, just loud enough to be heard in the other room. "And I'm certainly not taking care of you, so you should clear on out now," Summer added after a moment.
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Post by Tiggs on Mar 16, 2008 3:36:38 GMT
"Shhhhh! You're stamping on my brain. I need that. Its... uhm..." He giggled again, rolling onto his side. "Clear on out? Clear on out what? I think you should clear on out, Miss Shirt-Stealer!" He winced, curling into a fetal position and clutching his head. The fever was making him delirious of sorts, not to mention dancing a tango all over the inside of his head. "Ouch. Stop dancing."
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Post by Xarae on Mar 16, 2008 16:29:16 GMT
She listened to his gibberish with half an ear. Was he serious? Summer sighed softly, leaning against the kitchen table. At the very least, she knew he was in pain. However, she had no idea how to treat it. What was she supposed to do? House him, like a wild animal with a broken leg? Summer groaned, rubbing her forehead. She was in no mood to deal with him. After a moment, she built up her resolve and walked back into the living room. Summer lingered by the doorway, glaring at him with venomous eyes. He was curled up in a fetal position, she observed. Well, it serves him right.
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Post by Tiggs on Mar 16, 2008 20:48:30 GMT
Jason mumbled to himself for a while, holding his head in his hands. Suddenly, he looked up, wincing as the headache kicked him like a stubborn mule at both temples. "Marie?" He sat up, looking around the cabin franticly. "Marie?!" He looked at Summer, eyes panicked. "Where's Marie? She was here just now! Is she lost?" He looked around the cabin again, failing to realise he was inside. "Where is she?"
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