[wren & jeremiah]
Wren beamed back at Jeremiah as he was reassured, pleased that his being there was wanted but also happy that he was providing company for his lonely friend. He frowned though at hearing what a fever was, not sure that he had one because even though he'd felt really hot sometimes lately he'd also felt really cold.
He waited for Jeremiah to return, going back to his soup and even trying to alternate with the tea. He stopped frequently, either to cough or to pet Heart's silky-soft ears, and he looked up with a smile from his soup when his friend came back.
"It's so, so good, the best I ever had!" he promised, which was pretty easy because he hadn't really had soup before. Gruel maybe. Not a soup like this. The sight of the medical equipment, as innocuous as it was, still made a bolt of fear strike through Wren's heart and he cringed back into Heart who whined at Wren's distress. He put his soup down carefully and crouched low to the ground like a frightened baby rabbit, trying to make himself small and nonthreatening.
"I'm sorry!" he said, almost a wail. "I didn't mean to do anything bad, I don't want it, please, I don't want it, I was a good boy, I was good, I don't want it!" he wasn't all there in that moment, the thermometer making him flash back to medical procedures back at the labs in Area 52.