Not cut out for this

[kingsroad]

King was not a nurse. He was not someone who could properly take care of someone who was sick. Yet here he was, taking care of Billy while Fraser made the trip back to the compound for help. If taking care of Billy is what this could be called anyway. King was mostly just watching Billy sleep. If he were lucky, Billy would just stay that way and

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[billtallent]

It was hot, way too fucking hot, and Billy let out a weak, tired sigh as he forced his eyes to open. It took him a while to register the ceiling, and the lights, and the bed he lay on. Fuck, he was still in the outpost then.

"Fraser?" Billy murmured, trying to lift his head. "You there?" Everything felt hazy and distant, and Billy had to force his eyes to stay open.

[kingsroad]

"Fraser's gone," King said. He was sitting on the empty bed next to Billy's, as close as he dared to get. Billy was sick and needed space, and King was glad to give it. In King's mind, it was just easier to keep his distance until Billy asked for something.

Still, King wondered if Billy could understand him in this condition. Probably not. "He'll be back though," King added as an afterthought. It might've alarmed Billy to know that Fraser wasn't there anymore and King didn't want that.

[billtallent]

Billy swallowed, one leg moving on the bed as he tried to sit up, but he didn't get very far before he flopped back onto the bed. "Where is he?" What if Fraser had wandered outside and a dinosaur had gotten him? How would they save him from a dinosaur? "We have to rescue him," he mumbled.

[kingsroad]

"He went to get help," King said. "He'll be fine."

King didn't know that of course, but he had to say something. For all he knew, Fraser was long dead. King doubted that though and wasn't about to count him out. Fraser was a mountie after all.

"Just lay down. Take it easy."