Courier falls ill with a fever. Marcus lets them stay in the rooms farthest from the rest of Jacobstown’s inhabitants, much to Keene’s displeasure. The nightkin finds little solace in the fact that they are too far away to stare at him and his brethren.
Boone leans against the wall with his arms crossed tightly over his chest, and his teeth clench with every rattling breath Courier takes. Veronica hovers over Arcade’s shoulder worriedly, and Arcade finally has to come get Cass to pry her away.
“Tell everyone I’m fine,” Courier says weakly, after drifting in and out of consciousness for some time. “Arcade, I could cut the tension in this room with a knife. It’s just a fever.”
“You’re treading on dangerous ground,” he says, checking her temperature. She is still hot to the touch. “Even ‘just a fever’ could kill you in the state you’re in.” She makes a face, and turns to look at the rest of the group, Veronica in particular.
“I’ll be fine,” she says, forcing a grin. “What I care about is Rex. Did anyone find out where to get him a new brain?”
“Best bet is Gibson Scrapyard,” Cass says. “I can get it while you recover.” Courier nods, her eyes drifting closed. She struggles to stay awake.
“Take someone with you,” she says sleepily. Cass motions for Veronica to follow her, and Veronica shakes her head.
“Come on, kid,” Cass says gently. Veronica doesn’t say anything, but miserably follows the other woman out. Courier falls asleep, and Arcade sighs.
All he can do now is wait.
After the sun sets, the Courier’s fever still hasn’t broken, and it’s affecting her state of mind. She glances around the room frantically.
“We have to go,” she says. “Where is Charon?” Arcade bites back a weary sigh. Boone places a hand on his shoulder.
“I can stay with her if you need sleep,” he offers, and Arcade isn’t sure if he’s ever been tempted by anything more in his life. He nods sleepily, and stands up.
“Come get me if you can’t handle her,” he says. Courier swigs her legs over the bed, and Arcade watches Boone try to gently push her back.
“You need rest,” he says gently, and Courier looks on the verge of tears.
“You don’t understand,” she whispers. “We can’t let them have it. Where is Charon?”
“We won’t,” Boone says, and Arcade could bless him if he were a religious man. “We’ll keep it safe.”
“Charon,” she demands. She begins calling for him, and she struggles away from Boone to stand. Arcade bites back a shout. He’s tired, she’s sick, and all he wants to do is fall in a heap and sleep for the next few days. She manages to get to the door, only to be stopped by Raul.
“Get back in bed,” the ghoul says firmly, his hands clenching her shoulders. She looks up at him, and caresses his cheek almost blissfully.
“Charon,” she says happily, and Arcade can see Raul’s resulting wince from across the room.
“Hija,” he begins, but she doesn’t let him finish. Her lips slam against the ghoul’s with a desperate want that makes Arcade blush. He chances a glance over at Boone, and tries not to flinch at the hopeless look on the other man’s face.
Raul pushes the Courier away after a moment (too long of a moment, Arcade thinks), and she simply gazes up happily at him.
“I thought you were dead,” she whispers, and Raul, for once, looks at a loss for words. He leads her back to the bed, and touches the back of his palm to her forehead.
“Arcade,” he murmurs, and Arcade nods, pulling out a syringe of Med-X to administer to bring her fever down.
“Keep her distracted,” he orders, and Raul nods wearily. She turns to look at Raul again with a smile.
“I love you,” she says, throwing her arms around it. “I never told you that enough.” Raul hugs her back, more to hold her in place so Arcade can give her the shot than anything else.
“I know,” he says softly, kissing her forehead. Arcade administers the Med-X, and only a soft gasp of pain is heard from Courier, which Raul soothes with another kiss. “I always knew.”
Keep Your Composure 15a/?
Courier falls ill with a fever. Marcus lets them stay in the rooms farthest from the rest of Jacobstown’s inhabitants, much to Keene’s displeasure. The nightkin finds little solace in the fact that they are too far away to stare at him and his brethren.
Boone leans against the wall with his arms crossed tightly over his chest, and his teeth clench with every rattling breath Courier takes. Veronica hovers over Arcade’s shoulder worriedly, and Arcade finally has to come get Cass to pry her away.
“Tell everyone I’m fine,” Courier says weakly, after drifting in and out of consciousness for some time. “Arcade, I could cut the tension in this room with a knife. It’s just a fever.”
“You’re treading on dangerous ground,” he says, checking her temperature. She is still hot to the touch. “Even ‘just a fever’ could kill you in the state you’re in.” She makes a face, and turns to look at the rest of the group, Veronica in particular.
“I’ll be fine,” she says, forcing a grin. “What I care about is Rex. Did anyone find out where to get him a new brain?”
“Best bet is Gibson Scrapyard,” Cass says. “I can get it while you recover.” Courier nods, her eyes drifting closed. She struggles to stay awake.
“Take someone with you,” she says sleepily. Cass motions for Veronica to follow her, and Veronica shakes her head.
“Come on, kid,” Cass says gently. Veronica doesn’t say anything, but miserably follows the other woman out. Courier falls asleep, and Arcade sighs.
All he can do now is wait.
After the sun sets, the Courier’s fever still hasn’t broken, and it’s affecting her state of mind. She glances around the room frantically.
“We have to go,” she says. “Where is Charon?” Arcade bites back a weary sigh. Boone places a hand on his shoulder.
“I can stay with her if you need sleep,” he offers, and Arcade isn’t sure if he’s ever been tempted by anything more in his life. He nods sleepily, and stands up.
“Come get me if you can’t handle her,” he says. Courier swigs her legs over the bed, and Arcade watches Boone try to gently push her back.
“You need rest,” he says gently, and Courier looks on the verge of tears.
“You don’t understand,” she whispers. “We can’t let them have it. Where is Charon?”
“We won’t,” Boone says, and Arcade could bless him if he were a religious man. “We’ll keep it safe.”
“Charon,” she demands. She begins calling for him, and she struggles away from Boone to stand. Arcade bites back a shout. He’s tired, she’s sick, and all he wants to do is fall in a heap and sleep for the next few days. She manages to get to the door, only to be stopped by Raul.
“Get back in bed,” the ghoul says firmly, his hands clenching her shoulders. She looks up at him, and caresses his cheek almost blissfully.
“Charon,” she says happily, and Arcade can see Raul’s resulting wince from across the room.
“Hija,” he begins, but she doesn’t let him finish. Her lips slam against the ghoul’s with a desperate want that makes Arcade blush. He chances a glance over at Boone, and tries not to flinch at the hopeless look on the other man’s face.
Raul pushes the Courier away after a moment (too long of a moment, Arcade thinks), and she simply gazes up happily at him.
“I thought you were dead,” she whispers, and Raul, for once, looks at a loss for words. He leads her back to the bed, and touches the back of his palm to her forehead.
“Arcade,” he murmurs, and Arcade nods, pulling out a syringe of Med-X to administer to bring her fever down.
“Keep her distracted,” he orders, and Raul nods wearily. She turns to look at Raul again with a smile.
“I love you,” she says, throwing her arms around it. “I never told you that enough.” Raul hugs her back, more to hold her in place so Arcade can give her the shot than anything else.
“I know,” he says softly, kissing her forehead. Arcade administers the Med-X, and only a soft gasp of pain is heard from Courier, which Raul soothes with another kiss. “I always knew.”