Yelling

Unable to get a word in edgewise, it was probably best, as Jeff's blood begins to boil. He couldn't remember any time that he'd been upset with Katie like this, and he probably would have said something regrettable, had she stuck around.

Left alone again, he growls at the closed door before managing to turn and make it back to his bed. With his boots still on, he flops angrily down on the mattress. All it does is serve to bring back his shortness of breath though, making him even madder. Selfish? Really? Prideful? Just because he didn't like being constantly ill? Just because he wanted to put in a full day's work and be useful? Just because he wanted to live life instead of spending his last days lying around in bed?


Overhearing Katie and Angel, Mick is right on his feet when asked. "You bet. Right behind you." He didn't know what on earth had gotten into his brother-in-law. Jeff had always been stubborn about doing too much, but it hadn't been this bad in a long time, and never this bad since his health had declined to this point. Did he have a death wish?

Following Angel to the bunkhouse, he sees Katie coming too, with Angel's bag, and he feels rather sorry for her. She shouldn't have to be dealing with this. If Jeff would have just used his head this morning, none of this would have happened. Maybe Mick should have put his foot down.

Stepping up on the porch, he knocks then goes to enter, but finds the handle locked. "Jeff?" He knocks again. "Open the door."

Still lying on his stomach, Jeff turns his face to glare at the door. "No!"

"Jeffrey Pent! Don't make me walk all the way over to the office to get a key." Mick rattles the doorknob. "Come on!"


Groaning, Jeff gets up again, staggering a little as the dizziness returns. Unlocking the door, he opens it only a crack then rolls his eyes at seeing Angel. "Guys, I'm fine. Please. Just let me take a peaceful nap, will ya?"

"Just let-"

"All you're doing is raising my blood pressure." Jeff is careful to aim his glare at Mick and Angel and not Katie. "So just leave... me... alone."

Mick would have given up, had he not seen the sweat trickle down the side of Jeff's face. He wasn't well, and he needed help. "No." Pushing against the door, the weight is too much for Jeff, and Mick manages to get inside.

Jeff steps backward, swaying as he puts a hand to his head. "Get out of here, Mick! Just get out!"

"You need help."

"The only thing I need is to be left alone!" Jeff's head starts to pound and his heartrate increases. "I'm fine!"

"Angel?" Mick turns to her with question. "What do you want to do?"