(heart symbol for the blanket thing)
one would think he’d be sick far more often than he was, running around in the middle of winter with nothing but a long-sleeved shirt with the occasional torn denim jacket over it. maybe it’s sheer power of will, knowing that if he’s bedridden for a few days ( or a week, ) that would seriously jeopardize the very illegal income he was bringing in to keep his baby brother properly taken care of. though, clearly that hadn’t worked this time around —— alternating between cold and hot flashes, his fever peaking just above 102.5° and a refusal to waste precious money on over-the-counter cold and flu medicine.
❝ m’fine. ❞ he isn’t. speech muffled and nasally, due to how stuffed up he currently was, and all he wants to do is breathe through his nose. his mouth is covered by the single blanket he has over his body, not wanting to allow his germ infested breath to linger throughout the shoddy motel room… getting nathan sick was the last thing they both needed. there’s a distinct noise of displeasure in his throat ( note to self: don’t do that when you’re already in pain, ) and he stops himself from tossing the blanket off.
the bed is uncomfortable and he’s already sore everywhere —— springs digging into his ribs as he rolls onto his side, and casts a gaze towards his brother. ❝ …can ya’ get me another blanket? ❞ he’s warm. too warm. though he needed to sweat the fever out, no matter how gross and uncomfortable it made him feel to be so sticky and overheated. it’s a wonder he hasn’t dehydrated from not wanting to sit up long enough to drink. or maybe he has, it isn’t like they could manage a trip to the emergency room anyway.
a smile ( albeit remarkably miserable ) is given in thanks once nathan helps toss the blanket over him, the older hiking it up underneath his chin and bringing his knees into his chest. his eyes follow nathan to the chair he’d pulled up beside the bed, watching as the boy had taken a seat, and the worry lines on his forehead creased more noticeably. he understood. ❝ hey, y’wanna tell me about that book you’ve been reading? ❞ he pauses, coughing into the cotton. ❝ the one we didn’t pay for. ❞ as if there were anything they’d owned that samuel hadn’t stolen.
put a blanket on sam. / no longer accepting.
