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Four Bells: [Voice] Somewhat Unwell

Doctor McCoy?

[It's Kennedy, and he sounds awful. It's been a couple of days since he's left his room or contacted anyone over the journals.]

Are you in the clinic at the moment? Fever and aches aren't as much to my liking as I'd first thought. If I die before I make it there, please make sure Captain Jack stays out of my things until I return.

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I get that a lot.

Do you? From who?

Every Tom, Dick and Harry in this place it feels like.

[Archie grins.] You must be a very good doctor, to remind everyone of a friend.

Flattery isn't going to get you anywhere.

[ he really doesn't want to hear this at the moment and gets back to the topic on hand. ] You're still going to eat the chicken soup I make you.

Very well. [He closes his eyes against the light.] May I change into a clean shirt first?

Sure, feel free. I'll be back with your soup.

[Archie waits till McCoy leaves, then throws his covers off, hoisting his aching body out of bed. His shirts are folded in a box--not neatly, but they're not the disaster they could be. Once he pulls his off, he's tempted to leave it off but for the fact that the doctor is coming back. The air is cool, though, and he waits for a moment before pulling the fresh shirt on, kicking the dirty one into a corner. Feeling better, he sinks back into bed, leaving the covers thrown back, and lies quietly until the doctor returns.]

[ it's amazing what three days of relentless snowfall will do, but the doctor manages to make it to Seventh Heaven and pick up some chicken soup for the sickly kid. ]

[Kennedy has somehow managed to drift off by the time McCoy arrives, covers still flung off most of the way, although he's pulled a sheet up enough to cover himself from the waist down.]

[ when McCoy lets himself back into the apartment and into his room, he pulls a face at that and adjusts the blankets once he has put the take-away chicken soup on his bedside table. he doesn't have the heart to wake him up though. ]

[He doesn't have to have the heart. Archie wasn't in deep sleep, and he stirs awake as Bones fusses with the blankets, pushing them back off to leave only the sheet.] It's too hot.

Kid, it's been snowing for three day's straight. I'm freezing my ass off. [ he pulls them back up. ]

It's not snowing in here. [He pushes them back down.]

I can bring some in here. [ pulling them back up. don't make him sedate your ass, Kennedy. ] Don't be such an infant.

Do you promise? [Pushing them down.]

I promise. I'll put it on a plate and leave it next to your soup. [ pulling them back up. and tucking them in the side for god measure. he'll never forget his daddy skills. ]

[Ah, but Archie was a lieutenant in the navy! So he pushes the blankets back down, trying to throw them off the bed.] Please do.

[ his temper frays. ] Keep them on, damn it. Listen to your doctor.

[Kennedy flops back against his pillow and lies still. If McCoy tries to cover him again, he won't fight it this time. But he won't look happy about it.]

[ deal with it, Kennedy. you'll thank him for this later. ]

[If McCoy is especially lucky. Archie leaves the soup sitting where it is and closes his eyes.]

I'll be here when you wake up, kid. [ and he'll heat up the soup for him when he does. ]

[As he's drifting off, he mutters.] You're not very much like other doctors. That's good.

... Yeah? Because I didn't slice up your arm like you expected?

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