He's only been here a few hours, but if he sits and thinks about it, sits and tries to breathe and take stock of how he's feeling, he can't exactly deny he's feeling...better. Better than he was. He hasn't needed to pop an ibuprofen since he got here. He could feel the sun through his sleeves, feel it on his face, and it's actually done something to ease the chill seizing up the muscles in his back. The weight in his lungs is a little lighter.
Could be down to having his first decent meal in a while.
With some effort, he manages to think: Probably not.
He looks up at Tim. Jay knows it's plain on his face--the worry, the hesitant thread of something approximating hope. He couldn't tamp it down fast enough.
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He's only been here a few hours, but if he sits and thinks about it, sits and tries to breathe and take stock of how he's feeling, he can't exactly deny he's feeling...better. Better than he was. He hasn't needed to pop an ibuprofen since he got here. He could feel the sun through his sleeves, feel it on his face, and it's actually done something to ease the chill seizing up the muscles in his back. The weight in his lungs is a little lighter.
Could be down to having his first decent meal in a while.
With some effort, he manages to think: Probably not.
He looks up at Tim. Jay knows it's plain on his face--the worry, the hesitant thread of something approximating hope. He couldn't tamp it down fast enough.
Jay meets his eyes.
"So now what?"