you see me now, a veteran, of a thousand psychic wars [Open]

[thelatechrisfreeman]

Who: Chris Freeman & Anyone... perhaps even... YOU?
What: Did I hear you say that this is victory?
When: February and maybe March
Where: around town...
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2/8: Reposted opener regarding Calloway's Curios for theresalwaystheview

2/12: Chris has a little breakdown, and Erik overhears lordoftheozarks

2/18: New prompt, open to all, regarding Chris being sick around the time of Merrymeet.

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[lovinglefthand]

First Aid giggles outright before gently putting his arms around Chris in a warm hug. "It's no trouble at all. I just want you to feel better."

He carefully rests the flat of his chin on Chris's head with a quiet sigh. "I'll be thinking of you the whole time, just so you know. I wish I could take a bunch of pictures so you could see it too."

[thelatechrisfreeman]

Chris hugs First Aid back, relaxing into the embrace for a few quiet moments.

"You don't have to think of me the whole time. I'll be asleep for most of the party anyway. I want to get better as soon as I can." Chris gives First Aid another squeeze. "I'll let you tuck me into bed if that'll make you feel better about leaving me to convalesce?"

[lovinglefthand]

"It would. And I can put the food away for you too. But first, maybe drink some of the soup? I know I don't need to tell you to stay hydrated, but it would still make me feel better." His voice is light and a little self-deprecating. He knows, he knows he's being fussy! It's because he cares.

[thelatechrisfreeman]

"Okay, okay. I'll drink some of the soup while it's still warm."

Chris carefully extracts the container from First Aid's bag and makes sure to sit it on the little table between the armchairs before opening it up. Best to be steady. They match deed to word, if a bit slowly. Their throat is rather sore from all the coughing and swallowing gets a small wince each time. But it's necessary.

Chris gives a little sigh and sets the container back down. "Maybe I should have a glass of water, too."

[lovinglefthand]

"I'll get it." First Aid gently pats Chris on the shoulder in thanks before fetching a glass down from one of their cabinets and filling it with water. "Thank you for letting me take care of you." Doctors make the worst patients; it's a cliche because it's so true. Ratchet would probably have thrown something by now, in Chris's place.

"Do you have any medicine you want to take before you go back to bed?"

[thelatechrisfreeman]

"Too early, I think...? I wrote down when I took the last dose..."

It's one of those medicines that they had Sally make prior to wintertime, a tincture to be taken at a tablespoon per dose. Next to the bottle is a piece of paper... because Chris knows they lose track of time when feverish. The paper has a column for 'Dose' and a column for 'Time', so First Aid can see when Chris last took their medicine.

Maybe the four hours between doses has already passed...

[lovinglefthand]

First Aid checks the list with a thoughtful little hum. "Let's do a half dose, to help you fall asleep," he decides; it is a little early, but Chris will heal more quickly if they can sleep without their own coughing waking them up.

He carefully measures out the medicine and writes the dose and time down on the piece of paper, his handwriting plain but legible (which is a lot more than you can say for a lot of organic doctors) and delivers it to Chris with a gentle pat on their hand.

"I can't kiss you goodnight, so please imagine it for me," he jokes affectionately. "Get well soon."