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Summary: Sam stays with Jack as he suffers. Not what you'd think.
Note: I'm trying to get the hang of these drabble things. My second attempt, this one humor-based. I never thought I'd like writing something so short, because I tend to like elaborating more. But it's really good for getting rid of plot bunny snippets. :)
Agony
Her hand gently goes to the back of his neck. "Shh, it's okay,"
He breathes in. It's a raspy, rattling noise that makes her heart clench in sympathy.
She shifts to his side as he rolls to his knees, doubled over, arms wrapped around his middle. Her hand slides soothingly over his back.
"Agh, just let me die," he moans pitifully in pain.
She forces a small smile, holds him up as he tries to collapse on the cool tiles beneath them. "You'll be fine, sir,"
He moans again, lurches forward, and vomits. "I'm never eating Daniel's homemade burritos again!"