( nursed back to health shipping meme. )

[lumeria]

Nursed Back to Health shipping meme Comment with your character, preferences, preferred role, and any information you'd like to include. Your character has either been injured/sick and had to be taken in (possibly against their will) or has been the one to help somebody like the former. Through the mending process, the two characters in a thread have fallen in love - or at least grown closer and more affectionate. Reply to others. Thread.

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[cadeuces]

[ The thing with fevers is they're often accompanied by chills and you had to burn them out, and she's been in the throes of chills for a while now. The hot broth was a balm, but his heat even moreso— something she can press back into that won't leave her nauseous, something she won't get her fill of and be unable to further reap the benefits.

He can fidget. She wouldn't expect him to stay as long as she'd be in the bed because that could likely span a couple days, but once she fell asleep he was free to leave; an unspoken understanding, perhaps, but Jack would do what he wished regardless. If he were uncomfortable or someone showed up, he would likely leave and she knows that as well. Nothing he could do would deter her from enjoying his presence while she has it. It is as simple as that. ]

Hmmm... Medical school? If you fell ill you weren't allowed to rest in your room; you became a class project. Especially for the nursing students. Hands-on experience and you were doted on by no less than ten people at a time, and you were excused from classwork and even received credit for it.

[ Which also means it was about two decades back, just as he'd imagined. The tired amusement in her tone is evident, and a return question isn't even broached. She's his doctor; she knows the answer. Instead: ]

Do you think it suits you? I'm sure I could find a few tasks for you around the infirmary. "Nurse: 76". You'd be formidable.

[ "I've got you in my sights," says Jack, seeing a patient trying to sneak out of bed. The little huff of a laugh that sneaks out of her fades to a sniffle, nestling her head into the pillow. She isn't a leaky mess, at least. Her nanites were doing well keeping up with the excess fluids if little else. Viruses were difficult. ]

[mylawn]

That seems a little unethical.

[To have a sick student become a class project. If she turns to look at him, she'll see his eyebrows raised. Jack says it, however, knowing full well that he's not the expert. He'll defer to Angela on most things in this department, especially if she's not trying to overexert herself while sick. He knows that they both have a tendency to run themselves ragged.

His fingertips stop stroking her arm so that he can settle his hand around her waist, breath right at the back of her neck. The prospect of him actually taking up some kind of position in Medbay, however, gets a laugh out of him.]

I have field medicine experience. I wouldn't be too bad.

[cadeuces]

It wasn't so bad; we also practiced injections on one another and drawing blood. It's standard. Better to poke each other and take it as incentive to learn than harass some legitimately ill person with our fumbling.

[ She doesn't turn, but she can hear the almost amused skepticism in his voice, lips quirking with it. Her eyes are closed and she's simply soaking up the heat he offers, shivers subtle and quieting further as it sinks in, content. The longer she speaks, however, the more her words stretch out and soften, clearly tired and winding down. There's an appreciative little hum with the stroke of his fingers at her arm, but it stops soon enough to curl over her, covering his hand with hers to run her thumb along the top, feeling taut tendons and the gun-worn planes of his palm at the edge of her fingertips.

His breath is warm at her nape but it tickles when he laughs, disturbing the fine hairs and eliciting a little shiver from her as a breath slips out of her in return. ]

No, you'd be perfect. I'll just have to drill bedside manner into you...

[ Unfortunately that's about as much conversation as he'll get from her, because a scarce few moments later and she'll stop replying, breathing easing into a comfortable shallowness, entirely asleep as the touch at his hand slows to a stop. ]