020 [voice]

[fn_rebel]

[He sounds...tired.  And he feels worse.  Hoarsely, he'll speak into the PCD.]

I'm gonna be at the clinic if anyone's looking for me...should only be a couple days.  [COUGH & CLICK]

[[ooc; this is Jet's character hiatus until January guys!  Feel free to visit at any point during the month! o7]]

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[video]

[coraltaijiya]

What happened?

[video]

[fn_rebel]

Sick...I think.

[video]

[coraltaijiya]

You think?

[video]

[fn_rebel]

I don't usually get sick so-- I guess? [what a boy :|]

[offline]

[angle_on_it]

[There's a Sokka here and he's looming in the doorway, shadowed because of the late hour. Wakey wakey, Jet...]

[offline]

[fn_rebel]

[He slits an eye open and closes it, wondering if he's delusional but...hoping his mind hasn't left him that much yet.]

Yeah?

[He pulls the blanket up over his shoulders.]

[offline]

[angle_on_it]

Sick, huh? [He's not gonna move... not yet.]

[offline]

[fn_rebel]

Hardly. [But his eyes are closed and his muscles are too achy for moving, and he's freezing.]

What's up?

Very late on the 19th...

[angle_on_it]

[Even if Sokka's mad, he can't forget these people are still his friends. Figuring Jet will be asleep, the tribesman arrives at the clinic with some leftover soup. He slinks his way in, all ninja-like, glad for the almost-new moon.]

[fn_rebel]

[Jet's eyebrow twitches as he stirs a little. Then his eyes snap open at the light sounds of someone approaching. To make sure he isn't hearing things he waits...a whole three seconds before whipping around and throwing his dagger and thank god he isn't up to par because-- ]

Sokka?

[angle_on_it]

[What the--!!]

Hnnngh... [There'll be some sounds of shuffling as Sokka removes that dagger from his foot, thankyouverymuch, Jet. And more shuffling as he turns around in a circle and hops on one foot.] Yes, that would be who you just threw a knife at. By the way, ow. Thanks a lot for that...

[fn_rebel]

I didn't-- Spirits, Sokka, don't sneak up on me like that.

[He lays back, running a hand down his face because wow. That took way more energy than he expected. When he rolls on his side, he folds his arm under his head and tries to see Sokka's foot, the dark really skews his vision.]

Is it...gonna be alright?

[kyasdaughter]

[text - days later]

hey

[fn_rebel]

hey...how are you?

[kyasdaughter]

Fine. how are you feeling?

[fn_rebel]

better.

[kyasdaughter]

[And Katara will just show up, a bag slung over her shoulder and resting at her hip, knocking lightly at his door.] Hey.. you up?

[fn_rebel]

[He's just kind of sitting against the wall behind him on his bed. But he looks relieved to see her, running a hand through his hair.]

Was I ever a fan of sleeping?

[kyasdaughter]

I guess not.

[She slips inside when he speaks, smiling just slightly and moving to take a seat on the end of his bed.]

How are you feeling?

[fn_rebel]

[He slumps forward, folding his knees to give her more room.]

Better...went and saw Sokka the other day. Just waiting to get more energy I guess. How about you?