Prompt Post No.10
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Worry took over his mind and he was up and walking into what he hoped was the adjoining bathroom frantically looking for something, not exactly sure what. He made himself stop and take a couple slow, deep breaths. His heart rate had slowed maybe a smidge enough for him to rifle through the drawers more properly noting the opened bottles and packs of medicine lying around. That brought on new panic as he noticed that they were medicines for different things, they shouldn't be mixed.
He found the thermometer and flew to Arthur's side. He sat, perched right alongside him, cradled his head and forced the thermometer in.
He wiped sweaty hair out of his eyes with his other shaky hand as he waited for the thermometer to give the results. He kissed his forehead and murmured something soothing to him, maybe saying it was going to be ok but really he had no idea. He prided himself on being cool, calm and collected at all times but the thought of Arthur being indisposed put his life in a tail spin. He couldn't think.
The thermometer beeped and he gently took it out of his mouth.
He stared at it stupidly as it read: 105 degrees.
Shit, oh shit…shit…
He couldn't breathe, wind feeling knocked out of him. Arthur made a noise of discomfort that brought him back to his senses.
He ran back to the bathroom and drew the tub, letting the cold water run. He fished out his cell phone as he ran back to Arthur's side. They both were panting but Arthur was still trembling.
He picked up on the second ring.
"Cobb! Arthur's…Arthur's sick. He has a high fever, 105…I don't know…I don't know...," his words came out in a jumble and ran together as he gripped his hair in frustration and panic as he sat on the edge of the bed, practically rocking back and forth.
"105 is bad but I don't think we need to get him to the hospital yet and really we shouldn't. Fredrick's men are out there and even if you use aliases…" he sounded panicked as well. Everything had just gone to complete shit in the matter of 24 hours.
"I know, I know, I know," Eames found himself saying. He absentmindedly put the back of his hand to Arthur's searing forehead and winced.
"Give him a fever reducer, maybe draw a cold bath….just keep an eye on him. If he gets worse take him." Dom seemed at his wits end. Someone had to finish the job though or else the consequences could prove fatal.
Eames was nodding.
"He may have taken too many pills," his voice was too strained, too high pitched.
Cobb released a slew of curses.
"What did he take?"
"Shit if I know! Some flu and cold medicine, aspirin too maybe," he practically barked out.
"Fuck…just fuck," Cobb breathed heavily into the phone. Eames imagined him pacing the warehouse, hand on his head.
"I would come with you but someone's got to finish. Fuck. You're going to have to make him vomit it up just in case, fuck…" another long silence. "We still don't have the password either. He didn't give it to me earlier when I phoned. Christ."
Arthur was moaning in the bed besides him and Eames instinctively stroked at his arm, hoping it would bring a small comfort-to him or Arthur he wasn't sure.
"You're going to have to try asking him…"
Eames shot a look to him: his sprawled out form, moaning, and closed eyes fluttering. There was no way…
But he had to try. He put his phone down on the bed and inched towards him.
He couldn't believe the heat coming off his frail form just by hovering over him.
"Arthur?"
He waited but there was no response. He took his limp, slick face in his hands, tried to get him to look at him.
"Arthur. We need the password to your computer. It's very important." He tried to keep his voice even and low but it cracked despite his best efforts.
Arthur's head twitched slightly at his voice and Eames took that as a small victory.
"Arthur, can you hear me?"
He groaned.
"Love, we need the password," he was practically begging now.
They could guess all day and have no idea. Eames was ok at hacking but it still would take too much time. They would definitely need to rethink things for next time. If there was a next time…
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