sick in bed | jody + frankie
[ cont from here with @frankiexvanderbilt ]
He had no real comparison for how âearlyâ she meant. Early in the morning or evening? His room didnât have a window, so all the more difficult. He didnât bother for clarification. If Frankie was here with a get well soon basket, then people knew what was going on, Layla was assuredly taken care of by someone, and the pets, fostered and owned, were being looked after. It was good to have so many friends here.
Jody attempted to sit up slightly, vaguely listening to Frankie mention the things she brought. The teddy bear was cute and Jody even smiled slightly. But it was obvious he was having difficulty paying attention and settled back in bed again. He lifted a hand to wipe at his forehead, his arm felt heavy and weak. His hair was damp with sweat and he pushed it back from his face, the IV trailing from his hand.
âNo... I donât think so.â Jody answered after a long moment. He felt a little more clear headed than he had been waking up before, though he never stayed awake for long, just enough to vomit or dry heave. Hopefully that was over with. But he didnât trust either crackers or the sports drink Frankie had brought him, however kind of her.
âI havenât been this sick...â Jody trailed off, taking a deep breath, revealing far more than he normally would if he were in his right mind. â...since the basement.â