Who: Josh and Kevin What: Kevin needs more and better cold meds Where: Medlab When: Monday afternoon, post an abbreviated trip out with Kurt and Freak b/c Kevin's meds wore off and he's siiiiick Warnings: probably none? Status: Incomplete
He didn't get sick much, hardly at all since he'd manifested, honestly. He'd figured that it was just as hard for bacteria and viruses to get past his powers as it was for food and took it as one of the few perks of them. But when he did get sick...jesus, he almost wanted to lop his own head off it was so stuffed up. Between that and the sore throat, the constant taste of ash as he coughed up phlegm that ashed just as fast as anything else as it hit the back of his throat, and the low wheeze that he was starting to hear with each breath he was about as physically miserable as he could ever remember being. The cold meds he'd gotten from Hank on Saturday had helped a lot at first, but they weren't working nearly as well today and he'd had to ask to come back early because he just couldn't focus, and no matter how much the job needed doing - and his powers needed the exercise - it wasn't safe for him to be out there if he was hardly aware of his surroundings even when he wasn't knee deep in ash.
He'd sort of hoped that he'd get to deal with Hank again, but the fuzzy blue doctor had been busy with some kind of tests or experiments or something when they'd come back unexpectedly early, and Josh had to take care of the post mission check. Which, yeah, it had been a long time and the guy was their healer and a professional and everything, but. It was still kind of awkward and uncomfortable, stripping down to his shorts for a visual inspection since Josh couldn't just touch him to make sure he had no broken skin. Trying not to remember how Josh had tried to touch...and how much he'd wanted to let him despite the terror. Not sure which of them had been more fucked up for it at the time.
He reached for his shirt as soon as he was cleared, yanking it back over his head and following it with his gloves. He didn't care about getting his pants back on first, he wasn't any kind of body conscious, he just wanted the parts more likely to be involved in accidental touching covered as soon as possible. Once he'd done that he slowed down a bit, got hold of his pants and leaned back against the exam table to tug them on.
"Can I get more cold meds before I go?" His voice was thick and wet and raspy, and he had to stop to cough into the sleeve of his shirt before he finished pulling his pants on and zipping up. "The other ones aren't helping so much."