Convalescing

[wickedly]

*lies in his bed, naked and covered to the neck in a blanket, talking to the police officer from Whitehall that he sent a messenger for that morning, wanting to wrap this up quickly, since he knows Hayden will be back from the blacksmith shop soon - where he sent him to tell Clive to keep an eye on the shop*

Yes, Sir. I am absolutely positive that

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[hushes]

*waits for the police officer to leave and then crawls into bed beside you, curling up under your shoulder with his arms around you* God, I'm so worried about you. The doctor left you some kind of tincture of opium if you want it. *kisses your shoulder* I'll get it for you.

[wickedly]

*wraps his arms around you weakly* In a minute. Let me hold you for a minute?

[hushes]

As long as you want. *kisses your cheek and then your throat, petting your cheek with his fingertips, worried to death about you* How bad is it?

[wickedly]

*sighs weakly* Pretty bad. Hayds, look at me...