Request Drabble for Hereswith
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hereswith's request...
He didn’t wake when she sat by him, perching on the edge of the narrow cot, so she set the glass carefully on the floor, and looked her fill for a change. His bright fever-flush had ebbed to pale relief. He was mending, as Jack had predicted.
Treating that wound had sure taken the starch out of him, though. His face was etched with the memory of it. A brave man, the Scourge of Piracy.
Covered only with a sheet, he looked so thin and drawn she could count his bones. They’d thrown his wig to the sharks, and his short brown hair lay lank against his forehead.
So different from Jack’s.
Anamaria frowned, and reached up, and lightly stroked it back. And then started: his eyes were open.
“Sorry!”
His voice rasped, wearily. “No.”
“I’ve brought your draught.”
She started to reach for it, but one hand flailed, catching hers.
“No. I… don’t want to be drugged.”
His eyes pleaded, and she smiled. “It’s water, sweetened with rum, is all, this time.”
He sighed, retaining the hand. Then drew her fingers against his lips. “My good nurse,” he murmured.
Her breath stuttered.
Not so different from Jack, after all.
~.~
hereswith's request...~ Diversity ~
He didn’t wake when she sat by him, perching on the edge of the narrow cot, so she set the glass carefully on the floor, and looked her fill for a change. His bright fever-flush had ebbed to pale relief. He was mending, as Jack had predicted.
Treating that wound had sure taken the starch out of him, though. His face was etched with the memory of it. A brave man, the Scourge of Piracy.
Covered only with a sheet, he looked so thin and drawn she could count his bones. They’d thrown his wig to the sharks, and his short brown hair lay lank against his forehead.
So different from Jack’s.
Anamaria frowned, and reached up, and lightly stroked it back. And then started: his eyes were open.
“Sorry!”
His voice rasped, wearily. “No.”
“I’ve brought your draught.”
She started to reach for it, but one hand flailed, catching hers.
“No. I… don’t want to be drugged.”
His eyes pleaded, and she smiled. “It’s water, sweetened with rum, is all, this time.”
He sighed, retaining the hand. Then drew her fingers against his lips. “My good nurse,” he murmured.
Her breath stuttered.
Not so different from Jack, after all.
~.~
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Date: 2005-03-20 07:54 am (UTC)No, no! Don't tell her that! We need more J/A/J --
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