[RL Orlando's world - in bed and hating it]

[unity_of_will]

Otto rolled on his side, clutching his head. As much as he was loathe to admit it, Jordan had been right - he was sick, and it was his own fault. He had welded without any breathing masks before... after the accident, when he was building his second fusion reactor. It hadn't been practical then, not that he ever liked wearing them

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[glowy_brows]

Jordan walked softly down the hall wearing a white apron and carrying a tray of Saltines and ginger ale. Eva was still resting, for the moment. She tapped gently on the door.

"Um, Otto? It's me. Can I come in?"

[unity_of_will]

The arms snapped to attention at the sound of Jordan rapping on the door. The reared up, staring intently. Otto grumbled.

"Yeah," he called from under the pillow.

[glowy_brows]

Jordan opened the door and closed it gently. She noticed the arms staring at her. She smiled.

"Hey kids, just here to check on your dad."

She approached the bed. She stared for a moment, curious as to how Otto managed to sleep with the arms attached to his spine.

"I uh ... brought you some Saltines and ginger ale. And some Tylenol, too."

[unity_of_will]

The arms followed her every movement, turning to follow her as she walked through the room.

Otto stirred and tossed the pillow aside. He quickly snatched up the tylenol, taking a little more than he probably should've, and swallowed them dry.

"Mm. Thanks."

He paused and looked Jordan over. Even Rosie had never looked as housewifey as she did now. He laughed softly.

"I can see you're really enjoying being a woman."