Haha. Like anyone would want to sleep with you looking like that anyway. Your eyes have turned green, I'm pretty sure that's a turnoff for everyone except Kirk.
And for the record I did sit with you for a while. But I figured I ought to get out while I still could, considering I was going to end up back in there sooner or later myself.
[ 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. ]
[ Peter was sitting up, feet curled up underneath him because he was already tired of being forced to lay down and stay put. He would stay in the medbay, grumpily, but he wasn't going to lay down anymore even if it made the world swim more than it should, and even if his stomach complained with every tip of his head. He was still being administered fluids but he was convinced he could leave. Sort of.
But there was something about being sick that just made Peter want basic comforts, and so Nathan's appearance alone perked him up, making him sit up a little straighter and pulling his knees up to his chest in an attempt to get comfortable. Just wanting Nathan somewhere nearby. ]
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