*Her fist balls in the sheets.* I should've been out there. I should have... instead of bein' stuck in here with a goddamn infection. I got taken out by a fuckin' piece of rusty metal.
*She should have figured he would have thought ahead. He was always thinking ahead. You were dead if you couldn't these days.* You gonna join me? Tub should be big enough for both of us.
C'mon, Dean. It's not gonna hurt for you to get in with me. Sure you could use a bath as much as I can. And it'll be like old times. *A reminder of which she could use right about now. Back when things were simple. Easy.*
*Faith sighs and stands, fighting off a temporary wave of dizziness. Physical injuries were easier to get over than infections apparently.* Newsflash, lover-- not exactly livin' in a sterile environment. Kind of how this happened in the first place.
Wasn't arguing. Just pointin' out a fact. *Though seeing him this drained made her re-evaluate. He'd been doing almost everything for her on top of running the camp.*
You could always take a nap while I'm in there. Look like you could use one.
Yeah. Yeah, okay. *That was something she could respect and she hated that she couldn't take care of him the way he'd been taking care of her. Not yet anyway. She'd make it up to him though. Sooner rather than later.*
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*She looks at him again and holds out a hand, needing to touch him. To reassure him and herself as well.*
You need the break. I can see it on you. Written all over your face.
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A washcloth will be good enough.
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You could always take a nap while I'm in there. Look like you could use one.
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