@chiseledjaws || i told you you would kill me.
it was oddly pleasant, or so the man thought, anyways. his own desk, his own room, a book in his hands with the classic old paper smell. it was all rather nice. after all, harold had faced a rather harsh day of dealing with practically everyone on his medical staff as they all tried to figure out why his least favourite programmer had passed out in his office. a whole five hour ordeal of him, the ceo of all people, having to wait for people to stop being preoccupied with the lives of others to drag themselves to his office as harold attempted to frantically make sure this man wasn’t going to die on him— only to have a group of doctors drag jack back to his personal living quarters as he requested to watch him and they decided the BEST WAY for him to do that would be to take up space in his own, private rooms. fantastic.
and as it would turn out the man was fevered. highly fevered. likely because being the ‘ busy ’ man that jack is he failed to take care of himself, or perhaps just had an irrational fear of anything medical related. that would definitely need looking into... either way, the staff were on their way after pumping the man full of drugs and leaving him with an iv and harold with a bag full of medicine and the usual explanation of what to do with a sick man. of course he stood there and nodded like a mindless idiot as if he had no idea how to treat a sick child— as if he wasn’t doing this ever since he took the boy in.
and so, it was oddly pleasant, or so the man thought, until the programmer woke up. harold ended up jumping, so much so even that he’d nearly dropped the book. while staring over at the other, who thankfully was barely coherent and likely failed to notice his little moment of panic, he slowly slid his book onto his desk as he straightened his back up. clearing his throat, the man fixed his glasses, attempting to look as natural as possible at the fact that jack is currently in his private quarters. rather unprofessional, just the thought of it makes the man frown at himself, but then again it was necessary for his recovery.
“ john— i—uhm.. —john.. can you hear me ?? “
