He'd spent Friday soaking wet, running from dinosaurs, shirtless and sockless for at least half of the time. By Monday, his cold is in full bloom. He's feeling particularly cranky, achy, tired and just all over bad. The rain has quit, but he's too busy lying in bed, trying not to feel too sorry for himself to enjoy it. The fact that Carolyn has
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Her feet are mostly sore, she has cuts and bruises, but she knows that Joshua is sick after everything, so she manages to get her hands on chicken soup. Somehow handling an extra blanket, the soup, and a new book for him, she makes her way to his hut just to check in. Doctors make the worst patients, so mostly she wants to be sure he's resting the way he should be. Opening his door, she calls out softly enough to be heard if he's awake, but not loud enough to wake him if he's sleeping. "Joshua? It's Juliet, I brought some things for you. I'm coming in."
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"Hey," she says quietly, reaching out to feel his forehead. "How are you feeling?"
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Though it had been a couple of days now, and the cast was beginning to get on her nerves. She had to sleep with her leg propped up, which meant she couldn't sleep on her stomach like she liked. Being in a cast also meant it wasn't very easy to get around to different places - which meant she was basically stuck in New Atlantis.
At least she was able to wander around there.
She'd hobbled over to Joshua's hut, nudged the front door open with her shoulder and peered inside. "Joshua? Are you awake?"
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"Privacy is just an illusion here," he calls out, sounding slightly annoyed.
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"Come in," he says, holding the door open for her. Once she's inside, he pulls one of the lighter chairs on the porch inside and then drags it back to his room so he can be poor company in the comfort of his own bed. He doesn't bother telling her to join him or even looking to see if she does. He simply moves the chair in and lies down again.
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