[ Nathan didn't want to go back down to sickbay at least until he was feeling as awful as Peter was when he came in, but he was shaky on his feet to say the least, his eyes rimmed with blue, his skin tinged, blackness inching down his fingers. People were starting to be treated with the cure, but it was limited, and some were sicker than he was, so until it was literally forced on him, he was going to wait it out, put up with suffering until he couldn't take it any more.
He carried down a bowl of soup wrapped in a blanket to keep warm, and when he entered the sickbay it was like coming home, back to something familiar. He navigated it easily, found Peter's bed and sank down into the chair near him, unfolding his bundle. ]
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He carried down a bowl of soup wrapped in a blanket to keep warm, and when he entered the sickbay it was like coming home, back to something familiar. He navigated it easily, found Peter's bed and sank down into the chair near him, unfolding his bundle. ]
Hey. You look better already.