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[david_parrish]

The ceiling tiles are maddeningly familiar, and he knows he's seen them before, but he can't recall when. His mind keeps slipping offtopic, nothing stays still. Even the ceiling tile has begun to wobble a bit, and he closes his eyes against the dizziness that causes. He still feels hot, but now to add insult to injury he's sticky and clammy-cold

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[doctor_kavanagh]

Kavanagh can see David stirring slightly in the low light, hoping he'll fall asleep again, he whispers softly. "It's ok David. You just passed out from manly hunger. Go back to sleep."

It seems he doesn't hear, but thank's to Nick's quick reflexes there's someone to catch him when he stumbles. Lorne wraps his strong arms around David, as Kavanagh presses a bandage to the venepuncture sites on his hand and pulls the sheets clear of his feet.

"David, relax. It was just a bad dream. You're ok. You're with us. You're safe."

[david_parrish]

David's cheeks are fever-bright and his earlier weakness is gone, due to the nice intravenous dinner he'd been given. He fights hard, blue eyes hard and glazed. He doesn't recognize the man grasping at him, dabbing the stinging cut at the back of his hand, he doesn't recognize the large one with his arm tight around his middle. But he does recognize the soft jingle of dogtags against his back, the rough calloused hands balling the front of his hospital gown in twin, large fists

[majorlorne]

David calm down, you're going to hurt yourself." He replied calmly his voice firm as his arms kept him tight against him

[doctor_kavanagh]

The voice in his ear is a muted growl, and he knows it means to hurt him, to hold him here and make him suffer. He digs blunt nails into the forearm across his hips, pushing out, pushing away, bare feet drumming hard against his captor's shins. This is getting him nowhere, he has to fight harder, has to get away.....away

[doctor_kavanagh]

After the incident with Sheppard and Lorne, Kavanagh stopped by his own quarters, seeing them for the first time in a week and dropped the stuff he'd gotten from Lorne's room.

He than went back to the infirmary to find David still asleep. The nurse informed him he'd probably sleep for another few hours. But he had no-where else to go. Collapsing on the chair next to the bed, his head fell backwards against the support, eyes squeezed shut tightly. Trying desperately to shut out the image of Nick's arms and legs and lips on Sheppard. Touching him. Taking pleasure from him. Needing him.

His mind desperately cast around for something else to focus on and hit upon the man lying helplessly next to him. David was still so naive - he hadn't held anything back. Had loved Lorne with all he had. He knew he didn't have the same place in his esteem. He didn't expect to. But it would make comforting him harder.

[david_parrish]

David rises from sleep slowly, wrinkling his nose at the awful taste in his mouth. Whatever he'd had in his IV is apparently the "good stuff", because he can barely summon the will to open his eyes.

He vaguely remembers an awful feverdream, yelling at and shaking Marc, ripping his IV out in a fit. He frowns and blinks slowly up at the too-familiar sight of Calvin curled up on a chair at his bedside.

"we've got to stop meeting like this, Penn."

[doctor_kavanagh]

Kavanagh looks up, so lost in his thoughts he hadn't realised that David was awake. He managed a half-smile in David's direction. "Are you saying you don't like to see me when you wake up, Remy?"

[david_parrish]

"mmmh, no, no--m'sayin that I'd rather wake up to you in our bed than in this one. What happened? And why does my mouth taste like I licked a petrie dish?"

He rolls onto his side and props his cheek on his forearm, giving Calvin his most petulant look.