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The reception's gotten fuzzy [Jaxon]
« on: June 03, 2012, 02:27:32 pm »
Toori's mind is wandering, and that's his first clue that something isn't right.

He's halfway under a car, trying to figure out why it won't start, and 'trying' is a very apt description for what he's doing, though his efforts are not necessarily pointed at the car.

He's, actually, trying to remember when Jaxon texted him last. He can't remember exactly, which is why he's trying so hard. He can remember two days ago (he thinks it was two days) they had a faux-argument about dancing of all things, Toori maintained that dancing was a ridiculous waste of time and Jaxon-- well, Jaxon disagreed. They seemed to do that a lot. It was arguing for lack of a better word, because it never upset Toori, always made him smile.

After that, Toori's pretty sure Jaxon sent him a picture of a half-melted compression coil that made Toori laugh for five full minutes. He also had a vague recollection of a handful of texts he'd replied to while half-asleep (coming off of a full eight days of working Toori had collapsed in his bed and slept for a long time, and Jaxon had sent him a flurry of texts when Toori didn't respond to the first one). And this is the part he's not sure about-- he thinks they traded a few messages last night, but he honestly can't remember what they were about or how many of them he sent.

It's bothering him because he normally remembers everything Jaxon's sent him (or said to him, or showed him) with stunning clarity, at least for Toori. Toori had an impeccable memory for things like space ship specifications or car parts, but when in relation to other people his memory was spotty at best. Jaxon was the exception to this, because no matter what Toori seemed to remember most things he'd done. That's why it was bothering him, he thought, because he should remember.

He remembered other things fine, he remembered the three times Jaxon had come to see him down to the minute. There was the first one, where they had gotten (sort of) drunk and slept in Toori's bed, not that they talked about that. The second one had been a little disappointing, Toori'd had two days off scheduled but Mr. Bensis called him in on his second day, and he hadn't been able to say no. That hadn't been all bad, though, because Jaxon brought him lunch and they ate it in the back room, laughing and joking, and Mr. Bensis hadn't noticed that Toori's lunch break had gone half an hour longer than it was supposed to.

The third visit had been the best yet, they'd planned the visit to fall on the day of a festival in Tynova. It was a yearly thing, and Toori hadn't gone in ages so he convinced Jaxon to come with him (though, Toori hardly ever suggested such things, so he supposed it made sense that Jaxon didn't take much convincing). They'd spent the whole day outside, walking around the streets that had been set up with food vendors and stalls selling trinkets, some even boasted games and prizes to be won. Jaxon had declared he was an expert at fishing small plastic toys out of a little pool, but when he also declared he would win a great prize for his princess (Toori), Toori had pushed him into the pool. Jaxon had pulled Toori in after him, and then they'd been chased out of the booth by the owner, and Jaxon had let his pirate instincts take over as he grabbed Toori by the hand and they ran. They ran (probably much further than they had to), yelling and laughing and pushing people out of the way, until Jaxon pulled Toori into a small alley and they collapsed against the wall, shoulder-to-shoulder as they laughed and gasped to catch their breath and dripped.

That had been one of the nicest days Toori had ever had; at least, that he could recall.

And he could recall it, he just had recalled it, it was right there in his memory along with all the other little moments he'd shared with Jaxon, except for the texts from last night.

Toori had just realized he could probably just check his phone and see whether or not they had been sent when he heard his boss calling for him. He pushed his way out from under the car, noting that his arms were sluggish, like it took too much energy to lift them. He had to drag himself to his feet, and that's when he realized maybe something was wrong.

He'd been a bit off for the last few days but he'd shrugged it off as nothing; only now he could barely stand even with both arms thrown over the roof of a car.

"Toori!" Mr. Bensis was saying, but it was miraculously hard to focus on his boss through the fog that seemed to be weighing down his head, "Toori-- Are you all right? You look like-- Hey!"

Toori vaguely saw Mr. Bensis dash forward, vaguely felt arms around his shoulders as the world tilted sharply and then faded into black.
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Re: The reception's gotten fuzzy [Jaxon]
« Reply #1 on: June 03, 2012, 05:47:30 pm »
The past two months had been.. Well, there was no easy way to put it, Jaxon thought to himself. They'd been hectic and busy but at the same time wonderful, funny, easy. Maybe easy was the word he was looking for. He felt as though his life had fallen into some very reliable and comfortable pattern; living on his new crew's ship (though he hadn't the heart to sell his apartment on Cancer), throwing himself fully into gunning, and last but certainly not least there was Toori. Toori was the common thread running through all of it, the familiar and unchanging backdrop to everything he did. Toori was always there. It wasn't as though Jaxon never went without a thought about Toori, or that Jaxon saw Toori very often. In fact, a lot of the time he was too busy to think of anything besides not getting his ass kicked or a grenade thrown at him, or strangled to death by some alien whose ship they'd tried to steal. But when he had time to himself, it seemed to usually be filled with Toori.

The visits were always the best part of each month. Jaxon looked forward to them, since being on crew twenty-four hours of every day of every week was stressful and it meant that he was either always working or always thinking of his work. He was dedicated to the crew, as he often found it easy to become dedicated to a group, an idea, or a job. It was crucial to him to have his life revolving around something like that, some kind of overall meaning, either to distract him from himself and help him dissociate or just because it made him feel better, important, focused. And he liked that feeling. But he couldn't go without a break, especially without seeing his friends. When they had cause to be in Cancer, Jaxon visited his older friends, but that was usually only for hours. Toori was the only one he put aside specific days to be with, and it was something he looked forward to.

It wasn't like they usually set out to do anything spectacular. Jaxon wasn't expecting that; he didn't go to Toori with any specific motive. It was simple enough- Jaxon liked being around Toori. They had quickly become very good friends, texting incessantly about anything and everything, play-arguing and joking and sometimes even having serious discussions. They knew how to get each other riled up and how to make each other laugh. Though on one visit Toori had been called into work, they still had a good time, making the most of everything. It seemed like nothing mattered when they were together, except that they enjoyed each other's company.

The last visit was one of Jaxon's favorites, because Toori had persuaded him to go to a festival in Tynova. They spent the day wandering around, chatting and joking, taking their time looking at anything and everything that interested them and even playing some games. It was the games thing that got them into trouble ultimately, when Toori had tried to shove him into a little pool full of plastic fish, and Jaxon had taken the blond down with him. After that they were chased out, and ended up laughing together in a little alley, soaked and breathless, without a care in the world.

They were some of the best times Jaxon had ever had. He cherished them, both because of what a good time he'd had and because they were with Toori. Though, there was a very slim chance he would ever admit such a thing. His feelings toward Toori were complex, and mostly, repressed. Too often, Jaxon shoved away any trace of sincere feeling. If he was having a good enough time, he'd forget to do so, but when he was alone and his mind drifted to Toori, he stood firmly by the title 'friend', and did not allow himself to feel anything that strayed outside of friendship.

Lately, they'd not been talking as much as usual. They were both busy, and Jaxon could tell- though Toori wouldn't admit it- that he was stressed and overworked. Even though the other enjoyed his work, Jaxon stood by that it was still work, and too much work was never good. After giving a few warning and bossy texts about working too much, Jaxon had laid off on texting Toori too much, focusing on his own job a bit more and bonding with the crew.

He was in his cabin about to get some much needed sleep when he received a call from Toori. He was surprised- Toori wasn't one for unnecessary phonecalls, and he had a bit of a bad feeling. However, upon picking up, Jaxon learned that it was not Toori who had called him, but Toori's grandfather. Upon hearing that Toori was ill, Jaxon hadn't even thought twice before deciding he would come to Tynova to see him, and thus was surprised when Toori's grandfather acted apologetic and reluctant to ask for help. Jaxon firmly assured him that it wasn't a problem, and he made plans to go to Tynova.

It hadn't been easy to find a way to Tynova as fast as he wanted it, but after some bribery and coercing, Jaxon had convinced his captain to drop him off at the nearest port and a crew there to take him along. Thankfully, he hadn't been far from Edanith to begin with, and he was there literally on the same day as he had received the call.

Toori's grandfather seemed sincerely surprised to see him so soon after calling, and Jaxon didn't blame him for that. He had all but moved mountains to get to Tynova, but he didn't think about it too much. There was a large part of him that resented how much he cared about Toori. It put him in a vulnerable position, and it meant something. So Jaxon ignored it. He ignored the worry and protectiveness he felt as Toori's grandfather told him about Toori's fever and Toori fainting at work, Toori having the flu.. If he'd let himself, Jaxon knew he would have gotten much too emotional about Toori pushing himself and going to work ill. He'd save that for later, when he could scold Toori. But for the time being, Jaxon did as he was told and went to fetch whatever medicine Toori needed before returning to his home.

After helping Toori's grandfather out with a few other things and helping him to his room to go to bed, Jaxon went upstairs to check on Toori where he was supposedly in his bed, still asleep. Jaxon let himself in without knocking, and upon seeing the blond where he was curled up beneath blanket upon blanket, sleeping soundly, Jaxon felt all his emotions rush forth. He was angry, angry that Toori had pushed himself and fainted, angry that Toori was sick, and he felt unbearably overprotective. Sighing, he moved to Toori's side and perched on the edge of his bed, leaning to place the medicine he'd purchased on his nightstand. "Idiot." he sighed again.
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Re: The reception's gotten fuzzy [Jaxon]
« Reply #2 on: June 03, 2012, 06:28:36 pm »
Toori kept drifting in an out of consciousness, just long enough to hear snatches of conversation or answer a question, but never really long enough to think about how he felt or where he was. But he kept dreaming of Jaxon, for some reason, hearing Jaxon's voice in his ear or feeling Jaxon's fingers card through his hair, like he had that night they got drunk together. It wasn't an altogether unpleasant experience, so Toori didn't question it.

Finally, hours later, he floated up through the haze and started to wake up-- very slowly. He felt very warm and comfortable, but also very uncomfortable, and in a strange way. It was hard to think, like there was something very heavy was weighing down his mind and only the basic of thoughts could make it through. And then the pain registered. Yes, pain, sharp across his forehead and dull everywhere else, and Toori wondered if he had fallen, or something. Also, it was very dark, wherever he happened to be.

It took Toori a little while to realize that it wasn't the room; his eyes were just closed. It took a little while longer for him to pry them open, squinting out under the veritable mountain of blankets he was lodged under. His vision swam a little and he closed his eyes again as his stomach lurched. Maybe he was poisoned, having some kind of hallucinogenic fit. Even under the warm blankets his skin felt cold and clammy, though his face felt overly hot, and he couldn't make sense of the things he was feeling.

When he was finally able to pry his eyes open and keep them open, he looked around as much as he was able to without actually moving his head. Moving at all seemed like a bad idea, Toori felt a bit like his internal organs and muscles had been replaced with lead. He saw blankets, more blankets, his own hand, and then a figure. The figure appeared to be sitting on Toori's bed, and as Toori stared at it he realized he only knew one person with horns and pointed ears.

Only, Jaxon was in a ship, far away from here.

But, wait, hallucinogenic fit caused by poison, right. Jaxon wasn't actually here, because why he be, how could he be. It made much more sense than Toori was seeing him there because his mind wanted him to be there. It would have been very nice if Jaxon had been there, though, sitting at his bedside and making sure Toori didn't die from the poison running through his veins, because he was fairly sure Jaxon would know how to do that. It would have been very, very nice, which was why Toori was sure it wasn't real.

He was very solid for a hallucination, though, very realistic. Toori congratulated himself on having a very effective imagination.

He reached out and grabbed Jaxon's arm, just to see if he could, and to his surprise he felt fabric and arm under his fingers. With effort, he pulled his fingers into a fist, Jaxon's shirt catching between his fingers. Very realistic.

Toori wanted to ask not-Jaxon something, maybe what he was doing here or whether or not he had any sage advice for Toori, as hallucinations were wont to do. He wanted to ask something, but when he opened his mouth all he heard was a low, croaky, "Jaxon?"
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Re: The reception's gotten fuzzy [Jaxon]
« Reply #3 on: June 03, 2012, 06:43:27 pm »
Having placed the medicine down, Jaxon looked down at Toori, almost expecting him to already be awake. But he wasn't. Jaxon didn't want to wake the blond up, and yet, he didn't want to leave his side. After a moment of indecision, he decided to do neither. Instead, he sat quietly, sort of staring at a fixed point on the wall and focusing on it, throwing all of his anger and worry onto it until he mostly felt numb. He tried not to think about Toori, about whether or not Toori was okay, because it made him incredibly anxious, and anxiety was not something he was well accustomed to. He all but squirmed at the thought of Toori being not okay. It was the last thing Jaxon wanted, and so he pretended it wasn't happening. It was the easiest way of dealing with the situation (at that time, anyhow), and he would have sat there mindlessly like that for awhile, had Toori not woken up all on his own.

Suddenly he felt a hand on his arm and Jaxon turned his head quickly, eyes sharp and alert as they focused on Toori. He wanted to scold him, and to ask him how he felt, and to give him his medicine immediately, all at the same time. But he was quickly distracted with how Toori looked terrible and still sleepy, and how Toori was fisting his sleeve loosely. At the sound of his name in that broken, croaky tone, Jaxon felt himself inwardly squirming with worry. He was not used to dealing with sick people, let alone sick friends, and everything seemed very horrible and upsetting. Before he knew it, he was wishing Toori would feel better, because the sympathy pains were a bit too much.

Jaxon twisted his body towards Toori more fully, leaning forward and pushing the blond's hair back out of his face. His skin was incredibly hot to the touch, and that didn't help the heavy feeling of worry settling over him much. "It's me," he confirmed with a smile, resting a hand securely on Toori's shoulder. "How are you feeling?"
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Re: The reception's gotten fuzzy [Jaxon]
« Reply #4 on: June 03, 2012, 06:58:49 pm »
Not-Jaxon turned and then suddenly his face was right up close to Toori's and Toori wanted to move back but found he was stuck, pinned by Jaxon, or something similar. Jaxon's fingers were blissfully cool against Toori's forehead, and he couldn't help but close his eyes and sigh at the touch. Not-Jaxon said it's me and Toori frowned a little because that was a ridiculous thing to say. Of course he was Jaxon. Who else would Toori hallucinate?

It took Toori a little while to process the following question and then form an answer, and he breathed in and out a few times before speaking.

"I," he stopped, noting the horrible pain in his throat and swallowing thickly around it, "Feel bad." That was all he could choke out before squeezing his eyes shut, and in an effort to strengthen his hold on Jaxon's shirt he accidentally released it completely, his hand falling back to the bed like a dead weight. Toori made a small, miserable noise.

"Really bad," he added, and took another deep breath before opening his eyes and looking up at his own hallucination. "Poison?" he asked, and then frowned because that wasn't what he'd wanted to say, but oh well, close enough.
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Re: The reception's gotten fuzzy [Jaxon]
« Reply #5 on: June 03, 2012, 07:09:58 pm »
Jaxon kept his eyes trained on Toori, watching his every move almost unblinkingly though in some way wished he wasn't-- wasn't watching him, so that he couldn't see the clear pain on his face as he tried to speak, because that look tugged at his heart painfully. He could easily (maybe too easily) imagine how Toori felt, as he had been very, very sick countless times during his first year on Cancer, due to his mysteriously weakened immune system. In those days, he'd been in near constant pain, with fluctuating bouts of nausea and terrible migraines and insomnia, and the only person he'd told of this, Cass, had assured him it had to be due to what happened prior to his losing his memory- some kind of side effect, the same thing that had made his health so poor.. He'd never known what it was that did that to him, but it had subsided eventually, and Jaxon had been quite healthy since.

Still, he knew what it was like to feel terribly sick and delusional, both of which seemed to be how Toori felt, judging by the spaced out look in his eyes and the pain on his face. And so he nodded understandingly at Toori's reply and let his hand stray back to Toori's hair, stroking it lightly. At the sudden question, or rather, questioning-sounding word, Jaxon raised his eyebrows and huffed a little. Did Toori think he was dying, or something? "No, stupid," he assured him, smiling. "Flu. You have it pretty bad, though. Apparently, you've had it awhile but you decided to keep going to work, you stubborn idiot."
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Re: The reception's gotten fuzzy [Jaxon]
« Reply #6 on: June 03, 2012, 07:23:00 pm »
"Not stupid," Toori said before anything else Jaxon said registered, frowning up at him. What kind of hallucination was he, anyways? And all right, maybe that was exactly what Toori would have expected the real Jaxon to say, but this wasn't the real Jaxon. Right?

The meaning of the rest of Jaxon's words filtered in slowly, something about the flu? But Toori wasn't sick. He'd gone to work today. Sick people didn't go to work. And Toori didn't get sick, anyways. It was probably poison. Toori kept frowning at Jax, until the frown kind of melted away and turned into something like a smile. This hallucination really had Jaxon's smile perfect, and he reached up and pressed his fingers to the corner of Jaxon's mouth.

"Good hall'cin...tion," he said, still smiling as his tongue tripped over the too-long word. Toori's thoughts seemed to be working fine, but his mouth wasn't cooperating with the communication part, which was annoying.
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Re: The reception's gotten fuzzy [Jaxon]
« Reply #7 on: June 03, 2012, 07:34:16 pm »
Jaxon returned his hands to his lap and quirked an eyebrow, chuckling as Toori disagreed with his idiot comment. If Toori wasn't so out of it, Jaxon would have gone off on him, telling him exactly why he was stupid. Telling him he shouldn't have gone to work, and that he should have went to the doctor much earlier, or at least been taking something for his fever. But as it was, Toori seemed completely and utterly out of it, and Jaxon didn't have it in him to scold the blond while he seemed so pained and sleepy.

Scratch that. Suddenly Toori was smiling at him, then he reached up and pressed his fingers to the corner of his mouth. Jaxon laughed incredulously as he was called a good hallucination, opening his mouth to capture Toori's finger between his teeth. He bit. Just a little, though, before letting go. "I'm not a hallucination," he corrected, laughing as he caught Toori's wrist and guided his hand back down. "Your grandfather called me after you passed out to help take care of you. And here I am," he explained, wondering if Toori would buy any of that or if he would be asked to grant three wishes.
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Re: The reception's gotten fuzzy [Jaxon]
« Reply #8 on: June 03, 2012, 07:47:39 pm »
Toori's finger hurt. He frowned in confusion, because hallucinations weren't supposed to bite. And then Toori's hallucination denied its' own existence, and that just made everything worse. He looked down at where Probably-Not-Jaxon's hand was curled around his own, and that didn't help anything because Jaxon's hand was warm and felt real. Toori was suddenly very annoyed by the constant fog in his mind that was presenting his thoughts from working correctly, and he frowned harder, doing his best to make sense of this situation.

Finally, he gave up, and looked up at Not-Jaxon.

"But, you... ship. You're on a ship." Toori was momentarily very proud of himself for speaking a whole sentence, but he regretted it a moment later when speaking triggered a fit of coughing. He curled into himself while he coughed, gasping when he was done from how his throat felt like it was on fire.

Okay, maybe Toori was a little sick. But only a little.
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Re: The reception's gotten fuzzy [Jaxon]
« Reply #9 on: June 03, 2012, 08:00:51 pm »
Jaxon was on the verge of laughing at Toori's poor conversational skills and confusion, but the sudden coughing fit made his expression sober instantly. His lips curled into a frown at the sight, suddenly worrying once more and wishing he could somehow make Toori better. He settled on rubbing the other's back lightly, at least until he noticed a bottle of water on Toori's nightstand. He reached for it and held it out for him, "Water?" he offered.

"And, well, yeah. I was on the ship," he confirmed with a slight smile, "Obviously I came here, though." He didn't know why he was even trying to explain any of this, it seemed like the entirety of it was going right over Toori's head. Probably the fever, he thought. Jaxon leaned towards the night table again and grabbed the two bottles of medicine. "I got you some medicine. Do you think you can sit up to take it?"
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Re: The reception's gotten fuzzy [Jaxon]
« Reply #10 on: June 03, 2012, 08:39:36 pm »
Not-Jaxon handed him a bottle of water, which was not conducive to the hallucination thing but very conducive to the throat-on-fire thing, so he took it and gratefully swallowed a few small mouthfuls. The cool water felt like heaven but the swallowing part hurt, but it was still better than nothing. Toori realized Not-Jaxon was still talking, and he reluctantly shifted his focus. His hallucination was still insisting that it wasn't a hallucination, and maybe Toori could accept that, because he felt real and he bit and he held water, but there was one glaring error that convinced Toori he had been right in the first place.

"But, no," Toori started, struggling to sit up and groaning when his aching muscles protested, "You wouldn't... Not all this way. Not just for me." There was a shred of truth to what Toori was saying, or meant to say, that before now he hadn't believed Jaxon would drop everything and come to Toori's side, even if he needed it. He still didn't believe it.
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Re: The reception's gotten fuzzy [Jaxon]
« Reply #11 on: June 03, 2012, 08:47:25 pm »
Jaxon put down the medicine and placed his hands gently on Toori's arms, helping him to sit up. He then returned his hands to the bottles in his lap, working them open and only half-listening to Toori as he read the back of them to discern how many pills to give Toori. Once he had the pills in his palm, Jaxon looked up and caught Toori's eyes, the other's words suddenly clicking in his head. He didn't know how to feel about what he'd said-- Offended, maybe, that Toori felt Jaxon wouldn't do that for him? Upset that Toori didn't think enough of himself, didn't think he was worth the trip and the effort? Jaxon felt some of both, and he also felt uncomfortable- like attention was being drawn to something he was trying hard to avoid. Yes, that was, how much he cared.

"I did, though," Jaxon said softly, holding out the pills for Toori to take. Once the blond took them, he closed the bottles and placed them back on the nightstand. "You are sick. You sort of need someone to take care of you, you know."
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Re: The reception's gotten fuzzy [Jaxon]
« Reply #12 on: June 03, 2012, 09:17:05 pm »
Toori still didn't believe Not-Jaxon when he insisted that he was real, because that still felt too ridiculous to be true, but he let it go in favor of turning his attention on the pills. Even though Toori also didn't believe he was actually sick, he did notice that he wasn't feeling his best and maybe--just maybe--the medicine would do him some good. He swallowed the pills with some more water, sputtering a little afterwards because damn, his throat hurt.

After the swallowing was over, Toori laid back down and turned his bleary attention on Jax.

"Not sick," he insisted, then sighed and pulled the blankets back up to his chin, and then added, as an afterthought to someone he didn't really think was real, "Missed you."
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Re: The reception's gotten fuzzy [Jaxon]
« Reply #13 on: June 04, 2012, 04:39:04 am »
Jaxon watched as Toori took the pills obediently before laying down, seemingly still rejecting the idea of his being sick. It struck him as funny that Toori would deny that so fervently, though he suggested that he had been poisoned, which was much less realistic. He didn't laugh, though, feeling too much worry to make jokes about the situation. Any which way he looked at it, Toori was very sick. He even looked pained as he laid down, and resting shouldn't have been a great feat. In an effort to comfort him or maybe just to occupy his hands and distract himself, Jaxon smoothed the sheets over Toori's shoulders, then pulled over a blanket which lay crumpled at the side. As he was doing so, he was surprised to hear Toori tell him that he missed him. Though they had their sentimental moments, they were few and far between, and Jaxon had the distinct feeling that Toori was being more open than usual because of his belief that Jaxon was a hallucination. Which was insane, really. Hallucinations didn't hand people things or procure medicine or touch people.

"I missed you more," he returned, patent smile on his face. He didn't feel so bad about being sentimental when Toori was like this, because he was sure the other would be embarrassed upon later recollection, and it was his duty to act like he wasn't surprised by it. "Do you want me to leave so you can rest?" he asked, tilting his head to the side questioningly. He didn't want to leave, but he didn't want to be the reason Toori didn't sleep either.
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Re: The reception's gotten fuzzy [Jaxon]
« Reply #14 on: June 04, 2012, 12:03:30 pm »
Toori settled back into the blankets, sighing a little when Jaxon straightened his blankets. He didn't really feel any better, but laying down was better than sitting up, and almost as soon as Toori's head hit the pillow he realized how tired he was. He felt really tired, actually, not just in his heavy eyelids but in his aching head and all of his muscles. It seemed like every single part of his body just wanted to sleep.

He blinked his eyes open when he heard Jaxon say something about leaving, and he realized how desperately he didn't want Jaxon to leave, no matter how fictional he was. One of his hands slipped out from under the blankets and, after some fumbling, found Jaxon's hand and intertwined their fingers.

"Stay, please," he said, trying to keep his focus on Jaxon but sighing and closing his eyes and relaxing back into the pillows, "Just 'til..." He trailed off, meaning to tell Jaxon to stay just until he stopped feeling so weird, but in the end it took too much effort and he was mostly asleep before the words even left his mouth.
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Re: The reception's gotten fuzzy [Jaxon]
« Reply #15 on: June 04, 2012, 12:21:27 pm »
Jaxon watched with a mixture of pity and amusement as Toori fumbled around drowsily before replying to his question, wondering what the other was looking for and why. To his utmost surprise, he soon realized that Toori had been looking for his hand. Having Toori hold his hand and intertwine their fingers was the very last thing he had expected, though in spite of his surprise, he immediately returned the gesture as though out of habit.

As unexpected as it was, it was nice. It made him feel like his efforts had been worth something-- he was actually bringing Toori some sort of comfort, and Toori wanted him to stay. He smiled a little as Toori sighed and closed his eyes, trying to speak but ultimately trailing off into silence. Rest would do him a world of good now that he had taken some medicine, Jaxon thought to himself, hoping Toori would feel somewhat better when he awoke again.

Not wanting to betray Toori's request and leave, Jaxon decided to stay the night. He lowered himself to the floor beside Toori's bed and leaned himself against the frame, his arm still reaching up to keep his hand in Toori's. With his free hand, Jaxon retrieved his communicator and sent a few texts to his captain to inform him that he'd made it to his 'sick relative' as he'd dubbed Toori, and catch up with them soon. Feeling his own fatigue kick in from the long day, Jaxon shifted into a more comfortable position, folding his arms on the edge of Toori's bed to pillow his head as he fell asleep.
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Re: The reception's gotten fuzzy [Jaxon]
« Reply #16 on: June 04, 2012, 12:48:24 pm »
Toori slept deeply, and didn't dream this time. When he woke up he felt more himself than he had before, less delirious from fever. He still didn't really feel better, though, he realized as he took stock of himself, noting the dull ache in his muscles and in his head, the hot flush on his cheeks and the pain in his throat. He felt really, awfully sick.

He tried to remember what had happened, and came up empty handed. He remembered waking up--today? yesterday? it was impossible to tell-- and not feeling his best but going to work anyways, shrugging it off as being exhaustion from working too much lately. After getting to work, his memory got a lot more fuzzy. He remembered his grandfather's face, looking worried, and something-- A dream, about Jaxon. He'd dreamed about Jaxon sitting on the side of his bed and smiling, and Toori felt momentarily miserable that it had only been a dream.

After that, Toori opened his eyes, and had he been less sick he would have jumped back. There was Jaxon, right there, at the edge of Toori's bed, holding one of Toori's hands. His arms were folded in front of him and his head was resting on his arms, his eyes closed and his breathing deep and even. Toori could only stare at him for a moment, wondering if he was still dreaming or if Jaxon really was here. He squeezed Jaxon's hand, and it felt warm and solid in his palm, so he reasoned that Jaxon must be real. That only seemed to raise more questions though: why was Jaxon here, when the last thing Toori remembered was that Jaxon had been far away, busy with his crew, how did Jaxon get here, and if his presence had something to do with how awful Toori felt, how had he known Toori was sick, when Toori himself hadn't even realized it until he woke up a few minutes ago?

There was nothing to it, he had to ask.

He gently pulled his hand out of Jaxon's grip and then shook Jaxon's shoulder.

"Jaxon?" he whispered, wincing a little at how raw and rough his voice sounded, "Jaxon, are you real?"
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Re: The reception's gotten fuzzy [Jaxon]
« Reply #17 on: June 04, 2012, 12:58:20 pm »
Surprisingly, though he'd been half on the floor and half on the edge of Toori's bed for the entire night, Jaxon had slept fairly well. While his muscles would almost certainly have a nice dull ache to them when he awoke, he'd actually been sleeping fairly deeply the entire night and hadn't woken up once. Dreams and nightmares were kept at bay, and his mind had been peaceful as he rested.

When he did finally come to, it was to someone whispering his name and shaking his shoulder. Jaxon made a displeased, tired sound, not quite ready to wake up yet as he blearily blinked his eyes open and lifted his head just slightly, perching his chin on his arms. He rubbed his face sleepily and blinked a few more times before registering that Toori was awake and looking at him as though confused and surprised, and asking him if he was real.

The words clicked, bringing to the forefront of Jaxon's mind the events of the previous night, as Toori had called him a hallucination more than once. Too tired to present a compelling argument, Jaxon dropped his head back down and sighed instead, quiet for a moment. "No, I'm a fairy," he replied sarcastically, too tired to be properly nice. The aching started to kick in, and Jaxon shifted, pushing himself off the edge of the bed and rolling his shoulders back to ease the dull throbbing. "Yes, Toori, I'm real," he amended, another yawn escaping his mouth as he stretched his arms up.
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Re: The reception's gotten fuzzy [Jaxon]
« Reply #18 on: June 04, 2012, 01:09:53 pm »
Jaxon woke up slowly, rubbing a hand over his face and blinking at Toori, and it was all so blissfully familiar and real. Jax was really here, perched on the edge of Toori's bed, looking tired and slightly irritated. Even Jaxon's sarcastic answer only made Toori smile because it was Jaxon, really Jaxon, really here. Toori watched while Jaxon sat up and stretched and yawned, and now that he had confirmation of Jaxon's existence the questions came crashing down on him again.

"Why are you here?" he asked after a quiet moment, hoping that Jaxon's answer would clear everything up, because from where Toori was sitting, none of this made sense.
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Re: The reception's gotten fuzzy [Jaxon]
« Reply #19 on: June 04, 2012, 01:18:14 pm »
Jaxon arched his brows at Toori's question, wondering if he remembered anything of last night. He wouldn't be particularly surprised if he didn't; Toori had been running a high fever after all, and his behavior had made it quite plain how delirious he was. "You have the flu. You passed out at work yesterday," he explained again, the worry and over-protectiveness kicking in again, though it was mostly dulled by his much his neck and shoulders ached. He placed his hand on the back of his neck and rubbed a bit. "You have it bad, obviously. And there was no one around who could take care of you so your grandfather called me yesterday and asked me to come. I got here last night.." He shifted closer to the bed again, leaning on it slightly for comfort's sake. "..And explained all of this to you. But you were pretty out of it, I guess."
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