Sentences game! "Oh, not you too!"
They all seem determined to set on him at once.
"How did you sleep, Dr. Rush?" TJ starts.
"Have you eaten recently?" Camile continues it a few minutes later.
"…You okay?" Chloe asks in that quiet, earnest way that he sometimes hates.
"We don't have to do this today," Brody begins, and Volker, of course, chimes in with, "Yeah, we could all use a little break now and then."
He stalks his way to the Observation Deck because sometimes it's mercifully empty this time of day.
Today is not a merciful day, it would seem.
"Taking a break?" Young asks, looking up from the paperwork he's spread all over one of the tables. "That's good," he can't seem to help but add.
"Oh, not you, too!" Rush snaps, but he sits heavily on the bench across from the other man. Bracing his elbows on the table, he spiders his fingers against his forehead and sighs.
"Headache too?" Young asks, and offers him his thermos. At Rush's blank look, he adds, "It's water."
With another sigh, Rush takes it and takes a deep swig. He knows he's not been sleeping, nor eating, nor drinking enough water, and it's starting to catch up to him. After killing most of the thermos, he set it down and braces both arms on the table, presses his forehead to the backs of his wrists, and closes his eyes.
He can feel Young watching him, but the other man doesn't say anything further. In moments, Rush is asleep.