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spongetastic) wrote2010-02-06 11:24 am
spongetastic) wrote2010-02-06 11:24 am
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Ill!Peter
He trembled slightly, his face gleaming with sweat. Peter could see the worried look on Desmond’s face but there was nothing he could do about it. It was enough of an effort for Peter to not slump over and lose consciousness.
“You’re burning up,” Desmond murmured after placing his hand on Peter’s forehead. His lover didn’t respond. He didn’t feel like he was burning up. Quite the opposite: he was freezing.
“Fever,” Peter decided.
“Over-exertion,” Desmond corrected him. And of course he was right, and they both knew that. “You need to relax,” Desmond continued as he mopped Peter’s brow with a cool rag. “You can’t go at this pace forever or you’ll kill yourself.”
“I don’t know what else I can do,” Peter sighed out, rubbing his eyes wearily.
They didn’t have much by the way of medicine. Desmond had to improvise a lot but what he gave Peter should help him a little. And then Desmond held out a lollipop. Seeing it made Peter feel a lot better, for some reason.
“Dr. Molloy is nice,” he murmured, and couldn’t help smiling.
“You’re burning up,” Desmond murmured after placing his hand on Peter’s forehead. His lover didn’t respond. He didn’t feel like he was burning up. Quite the opposite: he was freezing.
“Fever,” Peter decided.
“Over-exertion,” Desmond corrected him. And of course he was right, and they both knew that. “You need to relax,” Desmond continued as he mopped Peter’s brow with a cool rag. “You can’t go at this pace forever or you’ll kill yourself.”
“I don’t know what else I can do,” Peter sighed out, rubbing his eyes wearily.
They didn’t have much by the way of medicine. Desmond had to improvise a lot but what he gave Peter should help him a little. And then Desmond held out a lollipop. Seeing it made Peter feel a lot better, for some reason.
“Dr. Molloy is nice,” he murmured, and couldn’t help smiling.