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[trigger_man]

[From hereIt's slow going as they make their way down to Jack's room, though that's mostly on Jack's part. He's more than a little tense, as light-headedness keeps his eyes firmly on the next step in front of him, which is never quite where he expects it to be. Not to mention trying to stay himself, instead of letting those other memories and

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[fanofthegenre]

Beckett's close behind, but only in a similar capacity that Jack had been in before when it had been her misfortune to have caught the flu - just in case he needs some support.

She'd thought quickly, before, and asked Bar for some meds and a cold water bottle to bring up with them, and it's what she takes out now as Jack heads straight to his bed to lay down, softly closing the door behind them.

The room's dimly lit, but she turns off unnecessary lamps as she goes, and then stands by the side of the bed, placing a few pills onto the nightstand next to the water bottle. She'll wait until he feels like the room's stopped spinning before she nudges him into taking them.

[trigger_man]

He looks up sharply as he hears something hitting the surface of the bedside table nearest him; the one he usually keeps his gun on. It's just Beckett, placing a bottle of water and some pills on the table, and his heart slows as he remembers putting his gun in the drawer before he went out earlier.

Things have settled a bit, so he sits up slowly, his feet still dangling off the side of the bed.

"What's this?" he asks, eyeing the pills. He knows Beckett wouldn't give him anything harmful, but it's hard to still that little voice in his head that's wary of anything of the kind. Or the smaller one, trying to tell him that maybe all her help was just to get her to trust him.

He knows it's not true, but the defense mechanism of distrusting anyone's motives is hard to break. Which is why he's determined not to let her know that the thought is there.

[fanofthegenre]

"It's just some cold and flu meds. They're the overnight kind, so there's something in them that will help you sleep. You only need one, though, I'm pretty sure," Beckett murmurs, and flips over the back of the small box to read the instructions.

It's hard to do when she just turned off most of the lights, but one appears to be the magic number, and she holds out her hand, waiting for him to do the same so she can press the pill into it before she follows it up with the bottled water.

"I'm sorry," she adds quietly. "If I hurt you before."

[trigger_man]

Jack hesitates for a second, then holds out his hand.

He shakes his head, which thankfully doesn't start sending the room spinning around him again. It does feel like his head is heavier than normal, though.

"It's okay. You just tugged on an old injury which you couldn't have known about. Besides, I was being pretty damn aggressive."

He has a another flash of memory, an image of sinking his teeth into someone's throat, but it's more distant than the others. It doesn't feel like his memory this time.