Cuthbert moves forward to help get Wash settled in the bed, making him as comfortable as possible.
And then glances up at Lilly, and hurried back to her side, because she looks like there's not much more than willpower keeping her on her feet.
"I'm not as strong as Faith, so hopefully we can make it to your room without you collapsing." He steers her towards the door, one arm around her shoulders. "C'mon."
"I'm not going to collapse," Lilly protests faintly as she lets hum guide her to the door. She glances back over her shoulder at Wash and tries to smile.
"I'll come back and see you tomorrow, kay? We'll figure out how... how to let the crew know."
He nods, and even manages a tiny, tremulous smile.
Bed seems a little too big right now.
As Cuthbert and Lilly leave, Wash's attention goes back to just breathing around the sharp, bursting aches that go off in his torso every time he moves. He swallows, thickly, touching a hand to his chest.
It's a dim surprise when his palm comes away red and sticky -- ain't bleeding anymore, why...? -- and he stares at it dumbly for a few seconds before realizing that it's not exactly fresh.
Faith stares at the blood for a minute, then flees, straight into the bathroom.
There are running water noises, and she emerges a second later with a damp washcloth. Despite her earlier joke, it seems that she has no problem giving him an impromptu bath right there in her guest room, above the waist at least.
"I'll get you some from Bar. The loudest shirt I can get her to cough up," she says, quietly. "Clothes, and food...when you can eat. You should, if you can. Keep your strength up. And rest. You need to make sure you rest."
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And then glances up at Lilly, and hurried back to her side, because she looks like there's not much more than willpower keeping her on her feet.
"I'm not as strong as Faith, so hopefully we can make it to your room without you collapsing." He steers her towards the door, one arm around her shoulders. "C'mon."
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"I'll come back and see you tomorrow, kay? We'll figure out how... how to let the crew know."
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Bed seems a little too big right now.
As Cuthbert and Lilly leave, Wash's attention goes back to just breathing around the sharp, bursting aches that go off in his torso every time he moves. He swallows, thickly, touching a hand to his chest.
It's a dim surprise when his palm comes away red and sticky -- ain't bleeding anymore, why...? -- and he stares at it dumbly for a few seconds before realizing that it's not exactly fresh.
"I think I need new clothes," he mumbles.
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There are running water noises, and she emerges a second later with a damp washcloth. Despite her earlier joke, it seems that she has no problem giving him an impromptu bath right there in her guest room, above the waist at least.
"I'll get you some from Bar. The loudest shirt I can get her to cough up," she says, quietly. "Clothes, and food...when you can eat. You should, if you can. Keep your strength up. And rest. You need to make sure you rest."
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