dusty (dustandroses) wrote in dustyrydersrecs, @ 2006-05-28 21:23:00 |
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We ate and slept for nearly two days straight. Bread, fruit, cheese, meat. We got a little obsessed over the food, staring at it when we couldn't eat anymore, Jack pretending to divide it equally when I could clearly tell he was trying to give me more.
"Stop it, you stupid ass," I snarled. "I know what you're doing."
"What?" Wide brown eyes stared up at me from above a silver beard.
"Don't play innocent with me. It doesn't work. Take that last piece of meat and eat it," I insisted. I was fully prepared to force him if he refused.
Instead he bargained. "Okay, I'll eat it if you take these two pieces of dried fruity stuff."
We faced off, sitting cross-legged on the gray stone floor across from each other. "Only if you eat the last of that loaf of bread. With butter," I said.
He started moving items around. "I'll eat the bread if you take some this cheese, and two of those cookies."
In the end, he had me so confused, I wasn't sure what to eat. But I was so happy to see Jack being Jack, I just nodded and ate half of what was in front of me.
It was wonderful to him gaining his strength back, able to walk by himself, go to the john by himself. And, to my utter delight, his fevers stopped. I was finally able to let myself sleep without waking in a panic, worrying over Jack.