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Thinking about Izzy having a sick day. He's sniffly and coughing and generally feeling awful. He tries over and over to get up from his cot, but every time the cabin seems to move under his feet, so he lays back down. After dozing for a bit, he hears a knock on the door.
Thinking about Izzy having a sick day. He's sniffly and coughing and generally feeling awful. He tries over and over to get up from his cot, but every time the cabin seems to move under his feet, so he lays back down. After dozing for a bit, he hears a knock on the door.
His "yes" isn't as loud or forceful as he means it to sound, but it's so much rougher. The door opens a crack at first, and Izzy knows that means it's Jim. He's not surprised. The door opens a little more and Jim steps in, closes the door behind them.
"Sick, then?"
Izzy nods.
"Sick, then?"
Izzy nods.
Jim nods back and leaves, and Izzy figures that is that. They'll inform the captains, the rest of the crew. They'll mock him for it a bit, Dizzy Izzy rearing its head again. So it's a shock when a bit later an insistent knock is on his door, and Roach barrels in.
He carries a steaming bowl in one hand, his bag of tools in the other.
"Can you sit up?" He asks.
He tries, he really does, but he doesn't have the strength to pull himself up.
Roach sets his offerings down and holds Izzy's shoulders gently, pulling him up like Izzy weighs nil.
"Can you sit up?" He asks.
He tries, he really does, but he doesn't have the strength to pull himself up.
Roach sets his offerings down and holds Izzy's shoulders gently, pulling him up like Izzy weighs nil.
"We're going to get some broth in you then figure out the rest, Izzy." Roach gives him a toothy grin and against all odds it makes him feel better.
Roach feeds him one slow spoonful at a time, encouraging and complimenting him as he slumps each spoonful down.
Roach feeds him one slow spoonful at a time, encouraging and complimenting him as he slumps each spoonful down.
Some drips down his chin, but Roach catches them with a cloth. Izzy feels small and useless and cared for. It's worse than the sickness and he never wants it to end. He finishes the bowl and Roach calls him "good" and it's embarrassing how much it pleases him to be good for him.
Roach's hand is warm on his face when he checks for fever.
"You'll be fine in a few days. Rest and food and water..."
Roach looks him over and Izzy can't imagine how awful he must look to the man.
"...and company. That's what you need."
Izzy wants to scoff at the idea.
"You'll be fine in a few days. Rest and food and water..."
Roach looks him over and Izzy can't imagine how awful he must look to the man.
"...and company. That's what you need."
Izzy wants to scoff at the idea.
But he knows it's true. His room is dark and bleak and hours can pass by easily with him in this state.
"Want me to fetch Jim...or Fang, Ivan...?" Roach asks, something seemingly on the tip of his tongue.
Izzy steels himself, but meets Roach's eyes before he can think harder.
"Want me to fetch Jim...or Fang, Ivan...?" Roach asks, something seemingly on the tip of his tongue.
Izzy steels himself, but meets Roach's eyes before he can think harder.
"You...you should stay."
Roach grins again, and Izzy thinks that maybe he wanted Izzy to ask. Maybe he likes this as much as Izzy does.
"Of course Bossman, my pleasure."
End
Roach grins again, and Izzy thinks that maybe he wanted Izzy to ask. Maybe he likes this as much as Izzy does.
"Of course Bossman, my pleasure."
End
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