John arrived outside Carson's room and hit the chime, unsure if Carson was even conscious. He leaned against the doorframe while he waited, feeling suddenly exhausted.
Carson heard the chime and moved to get the door when Jack went ahead and answered it for him. He was tired, still a little tearful and his body was full of aches and pains. He'd taken a pain pill but it was slow to take affect. "Please ask whoever it is to come back later," he said, his voice still raw sounding.
Carson could hear that it was Sheppard who was visiting and he figured the other man wanted to ask him questions. "It's okay," he said as he tried to get into more upright position on his bed. His back was sore but then so was most of him so it didn't really matter. "Hello Major," Carson said, wincing as the pain in his throat flared. He also worried about how this would look. He'd denied a romantic relationship with Jack but here they were and he couldn't remember if Jack had anything of a personal nature here or not.
John walked in following Jackson, glancing around the room, noting the bottle of medicine with "Jackson" on the label, the tube of lube on the bedside table. "Hey," he greeted Carson. The man looked like Hell, his face and neck purpling, his lip split. "How are you?"
"I've been better," Carson replied with a grimace. His throat hurt and he felt anxious around the other man. After all, they were no longer friends and the major already thought badly of him. To add the the situation was his friendship with Jack and of course it was his fault they lost Ford.
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"He's not feeling very well," Jackson answered. "He asked if you could come back later."
John sighed. "I was mostly checking to see how bad it was, but I did have a couple of questions."
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