Helped into bed and forced to accept what Angel wanted to do, Jeff remains silent, grouchily compliant. He hurt from head to toe and felt hot. If they all hadn't made such a big deal, he wouldn't feel this poorly now.
Left alone with Katie, his eyes were dim. "So much for going for that ride with you this afternoon." Struggling just a little, he manages to kick off his boots, letting them fall to the floor with a thud.
Sinking his head back into his pillow, he looks at his arm where the IV had been inserted and he sighs. Another dizzy wave hits and he closes his eyes. "Ya know... this is not how I pictured myself before I turned at least eighty."
Outside, Mick paces until he sees Angel emerge. Though Jeff had ordered him out, he hadn't gone far, just in case. Following Angel towards the mess hall, he frowns at her concern. "I know. I can't figure out what's got under his craw lately. He's been moody for the last two weeks and refuses to slow down. He was okay before that and took it easy when he needed to. Now he's fighting for all he's worth."
Alec chuckles and nods. "No harm in starting early. That just means
you're excited." He did wonder how Carson would be involved or if he
even wanted to be, but he'd keep those questions to himself.
Downing the rest of his coffee, he stifles a yawn and stretches. "Thanks
for breakfast. It hit the spot." Finding the wall clock, he thinks for a
moment, coughing. "I guess if I head home, I can pick up my other
clothes and get back here around noon. If you're working today and want
me to do something around here while you're gone, I can."
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