Who:Charlie and Jack What: Visiting time. When:Friday night Where: his place. Warnings: bitchery inside. ;D
Jack was going stir crazy. He'd very nearly lost track of how long he'd been inside his apartment. It was hot, it was gross and he was very certain it wasn't fit for humans anymore. Of coarse it was slightly an exaggeration because he was still alive-but alive was it. Just going through the motions. By his standards that was barely living. He felt like he was suffocating, so he gave up. Jack couldn't stay in bed any longer. He stood up and regretted it, it was like a wave of exhaustion flooded through him that forced him to lean against the small desk beside the bed. It felt like he was looking through fish eyes and his head was under water. This was getting unbearable.
How was he supposed to do any good if he couldn't even get up out of bed. That was one side of his thoughts, and the other was worry. The others with the illness had already started to get better. Why wasn't he? Was he going to die like Supergirl had? He didn't have fevers anymore sure, but he still couldn't morph. Couldn't fight. He sure as hell couldn't patrol again after that disaster with Z. He was getting scared. He sighed as he straightened up and crossed the room barefooted, ready to crawl out the window well or not. He needed air. Suddenly it occurred to him as he sat with his back against the window pane and looked out at the city, why was he sneaking out of his own apartment? He hesitated, and instead gave a defeated sigh. One foot hanging out the window. This was ridiculous..