James Carstairs (![]() ![]() @ 2012-07-22 10:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | william herondale, {james carstairs |
Characters: Jem Carstairs and Will Herondale
When: Wednesday evening [ backdated to a few days after this encounter]
Location: Cabin R 502
Warnings/Rating: Sad things? Talks about death.
Summary: Will hasn’t been sleeping. Jem is getting increasingly worse despite best efforts to help. And Will starts to lose his cool over inevitable mortality and his relationships on the train.
Status: Completed
The past several days had been a blur for Jem. He’d been mostly confined to his bed ever since the attack he’d suffered, drifting in and out of consciousness sometimes for hours at a time. If it weren’t for the lack of yin fen on the train he normally would have recovered for the most part by now, but as it currently stood Will had been supplementing what little they had left with the morphine they had gotten from Dr. Watson. While it did help to numb the pain and quell the withdrawal symptoms, it wasn’t proving to be a suitable long term substitute for the yin fen. Jem despised taking the morphine not only because it dulled his senses but made both his body and worse his mind feel foggy and lethargic. He didn’t want things to end this way. He didn’t want to spend whatever was left of his life lost in drug-induced hazes and fever dreams. So, like he had always done with the yin fen Jem accepted only what was absolutely necessary and no more. There had been one constant throughout this horrible ordeal however, and that had of course been Will. His parabatai had scarcely left his bedside and every time Jem awoke he found Will was there, poised to provide care or comfort or whatever else was needed. There were no words for how grateful Jem was for that fact. Will’s loyal presence was the one thing he could count on when everything else had become so terrifyingly uncertain. Still, Jem had not been ignorant to the toll Will’s vigilance was starting to take on him as well. He was fairly certain that Will had hardly slept or eaten in days and during his lucid periods Jem always insisted that Will get some rest himself out of growing concern. Naturally, Will, being as utterly pigheaded as he always was had refused. Which was precisely why when Jem woke up to finally find Will slumped over in his chair beside the bed, snoring softly, he took the utmost care in trying not to wake him. It could not have been very comfortable, but Will looked so exhausted that Jem dared not disturb him and order him to go lie down just yet. Although his expression was still pale and drawn even in sleep, it was the closest to relaxed that Jem had seen his parabatai in far too long. He was more than content to let Will get as much sleep as he could. In the interim, feeling a bit better than he had been lately, Jem had rolled over to retrieve the tablet device from the nightstand. He had of course been rather isolated from the current goings on of the rest of the train and he figured that he ought to try and catch himself up some while he felt like reading. What he hadn’t realized however was that the device he had picked up was actually Will’s and not his own. When he turned it on he found himself unintentionally gazing down upon the frantic (and rather hostile) network post his friend had made days before, the one addressed to both doctors and downworlders alike. |