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Connor (leconnortemple) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

Chris' grip on Connor's arm could've meant several things. He was in pain, he was trying to tell him something but his voice had stopped working...and then he looked up and saw the light and the pretty young woman attached to it. He started at first, then smiled. "Define alright?" he asked, resting his hand over Chris'. It did take him a second before he realised that might look a bit like a romantic gesture, but his friend needed comfort. Masculine attitudes could go fly a kite.

He looked back at Chris with concern written in his face. "I'm fine," he told the woman, but his eyes ran over his friend with worry. "Him?" Glancing back up at her, he tried to smile, but it was weak. Their postures were too similar to him. Sitting side by side with his friend and mentor as they spoke their final words. He wouldn't, no, couldn't do this again. Not so soon. Not already. Connor swallowed hard and released a slow breath. "He's not doing quite as well. We're working on that, though."

Though he didn't ignore Lexie, or brush off Chris' desperation, he returned to his ministrations. The majority of the more obvious grime had been removed and Connor was working on drying the soaked skin, knowing that a great deal of it was sweat from an obviously raging fever. He took one of the still wet clothes and carefully urged Chris' head up to place it at the back of his neck, attempting to cool him down as best as he could.