"Go to bed. That's an order." (for Izzy)
Izzy had his eyes closed while leaning against the railing of the ship, enjoying the cold air on his face even though he really shouldn’t be. He shouldn’t even be outside considering how sick he’s been the past few days. He’s even had to miss a raid because of whatever the fuck he had. Coughing, sneezing, body aches, and a far shorter temper than usual only because he hated being sick. He hated being unable to do what he enjoyed doing, hated having any limitations. It was a fucking nightmare.
He should be resting, but to no one’s surprise here he was, outside in the cold air, prolonging his recovery. But he at least felt a little better than he did yesterday or the day before, but not well enough to move around as much as he was. And it absolutely irritated the fuck out of him when people suggested he rest or that he shouldn’t be outside or out of bed or whatever the fuck else. He knew it was because they cared - or maybe they just wanted him the fuck away for a while - but he didn’t like being babied…
The voice of his Captain breaks Izzy from his thoughts, pulling him out of his comfortable daze, just to order him to bed. “Oh, fuck—“ A rough sneeze interrupts his words, then two more follow, ending with a wet cough. “…off.” He finished with a sniffle, groaning in both annoyance and discomfort as he turns to look at his Captain, his eyes looking heavy, his nose red, hair a mess. He just looked a mess. “‘m fine. Had enough rest. Been restin’ all day.” A partial lie. He tried, he really did, but he was tired of just resting. So here he was outside, hiding at the back of the ship, but of course, not for long. Because if someone had to find him, it would be his captain. “Feelin’ better than I did yesterday.” Which wasn’t exactly a lie because he did, but just barely. “You probably shouldn’t stand to close to me. Might give you this shit.”