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Post by Javert on Mar 20, 2009 15:09:16 GMT -5
Javert almost smiled at the glare. There was clearly some fight left in Jason... good.
"Now, let's get that cleaned up, shall we?"
The inspector picked up the cloth again and began cleaning the area of the wound as gently as he could manage.
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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on Mar 20, 2009 15:12:52 GMT -5
The younger man grit his teeth and pressed back into the headboard so hard that the bedframe creaked under him and his arms shook, the usually smooth and rounded muscle standing out corded and strained.
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Post by Javert on Mar 20, 2009 15:23:51 GMT -5
Javert tried to be quick and efficient about the cleaning procedure. "Hang in there, Cluont... almost finished."
The inspector clenched his own jaw before cleaning the most sensitive area of the wound, suppressing a wince of sympathy.
"There." He laid the cloth aside.
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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on Mar 20, 2009 15:29:25 GMT -5
By this time, Jason was clearly going into a fever, his eyes bright with it, his cheeks flushed and his usually dark skin quite pale. He was still sweating, enough that the sheet was damp with it and clung to his frame.
He laughed a bit and grabbed at Javert's coat. "Look here, I shouldn't have hit you."
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Post by Javert on Mar 20, 2009 15:39:03 GMT -5
"Shhh, shhh... it's alright," Javert replied in what he hoped to be a soothing tone of voice.
"How about I get some more water and we get you cooled down, Jason? That sounds good, right?" The inspector gently stroked his colleague's sweaty brow. The poor man was truly burning up and Javert could feel a stab of guilt in his gut.
He didn't linger on it, tough. There was time for self-pity or self-loathing when Cluont was healthy again.
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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on Mar 20, 2009 15:52:17 GMT -5
The oddly comforting tone of the man's voice put him more at ease, but also threw a shadow of suspicion across his brain--Javert was not this kind to anyone. In fact, he would go so far as to say that was the real difference between them, Javert cared only for The Law, while Jason attempted to uphold the law and see to the people who victims both of criminals and of the system.
"Stupid...." he muttered, to himself really. He shouldn't have started a fight, it was really inexcusable, childish and not befitting his rank--nevermind the fact that he'd caused himself a moderately severe injury.
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Post by Javert on Mar 20, 2009 16:02:17 GMT -5
"Finally, something we can agree on." Javert shook his head and went to get some fresh water.
The inspector did indeed care for The Law... and he wasn't about to let one of its better upholders die at his own hands. Even if he would even be reluctant to admit that Cluont was one of the best cops he knew to save his own life.
With befitting swiftness the inspector returned and grabbed a fresh cloth. "Merde, I hope you'll think this a fever-induced illusion once you've recovered."
With that kind sentiment Javert began wiping Jason with the cool, damp cloth.
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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on Mar 20, 2009 16:10:52 GMT -5
Jason laughed again and relaxed a little more back into the bed, laying down now into the pillows instead of sitting up.
"..won't tell a soul, Javert--who'd believe it anyway. Probably won't even remember..."
he muttered and closed his eyes, not quite asleep, but calming and soothed by the surprisingly gentle attention to his overheated frame.
Once or twice he started and swatted at Javert's hands, half-sitting up to make sure his nethers were still covered by the thin sheet--not that it did much good with the dampness clinging it tightly against his body anyway.
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Post by Javert on Mar 20, 2009 16:31:44 GMT -5
"You'd better be telling the truth, Cluont. I'm not trying to save your life just so I have to kill you later on." Another smile tugged at the corner of Javert's mouth, but he didn't give in.
"And do stop that, I assure you I do not have the slightest interest in your bits."
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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on Mar 20, 2009 16:38:10 GMT -5
Jason's already flushed cheeks darkened and the muscles in his jaw danced a bit--he certainly didn't need Javert reminding him of his present state, and he attempted to clear his throat, as he might have done healthy, but it came out more a weakened groan than anything else.
"I don't lie..." he said, and then looked confused, raising his head. "Why aren't you at work? You shouldn't be here."
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Post by Javert on Mar 20, 2009 16:49:21 GMT -5
"I'm here because you're not well, Jason."
Javert shook his head. "Just lay back down, I'm taking care of you."
To put some further emphasis on this the inspector wet the cloth once more and proceeded wiping the other man's sweaty body.
He was worried... and Javert didn't like being worried.
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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on Mar 20, 2009 16:55:28 GMT -5
The younger officer grunted in reply and flopped back down, closing his eyes. The attention was nice, and he idly and foggily wondered if the fever were a convenient cover for his want of what he usually denied himself. He would never allow anyone to fuss over him so. Either way, he gradually relaxed and cooled and his breathing leveled out into a slow and steady rhythm, one large hand curling sleepily over one of Javert's busy wrists.
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Post by Javert on Mar 20, 2009 17:04:35 GMT -5
Slowly Javert stopped wiping Cluont down. Some sleep would probably do the man good... at least he wouldn't feel the pain as much.
Still, the inspector didn't feel like leaving his colleague by himself now. He gently removed the hand from his wrist. Then he picked up a chair from near one of the desks and placed it at the bedside.
Javert sat down and leaned back, ready to stay for as long as he was needed.
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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on Mar 20, 2009 17:28:08 GMT -5
Jason drifted off after a short while longer, and seemed much recovered when he woke a couple of hours later--in pain, he hissed to sit up, but sensate, at least.
He blinked at the figure sitting next to the bed, his eyes still adjusting to the dim of the evening--and the room was rather fridged now, with the window still open.
"Lee? Close the window, it's damned cold in here..." his teeth chattered and he grabbed a handful of blanket to pull over himself.
"Bring my needle case, will you?"
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Post by Javert on Mar 20, 2009 17:41:10 GMT -5
"My name is not Lee, you were the one who insisted I opened the bloody window and no, I will not enable your addiction. Anything else, Cluont?"
Javert did quite a good job of concealing his relief, even if he only thought so himself.
Still, he walked over to the window and closed the thing. It was indeed getting cold.
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