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[walkstheborders]

Two days, and Jim was about ready to jump off the balcony for something to do. He was banned from cleaning. From fixing things. From doing anything that wasn't being still and healing

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[guidehimback]

He hadn't been sleeping. It wasn't the lack of a bed but rather the lack of calm. He was worried. Jim was hurt. Again. Jim was finally sleeping though and that was enough for him.

Enough to go and curl up and get some sleep himself. Until he smelled coffee. Leaning over the rail, he knew he didn't have to yell.

"Get your ass back on that futon, Ellison." A moment later he was coming down the stairs.

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"Not happening. Your futon is small. I've been awake since two. I'm making breakfast." He threw bacon into the pan. "I'm not going back to bed."

[guidehimback]

"Yes, you are." He wasn't sure how he was going to make him but it seemed logical to Blair.

"You aren't better yet and I need you better,' he said, coming up behind Jim and trying, actually trying, to shoulder him out of the way.

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"No. I'm not. You're not my father."

The shoulder shocked him. He swayed, and failed to move. "I'm not getting better, I'm going crazy."