I don't own Riddick or jack. Wish I did because then there will be more awesome movies.
Riddick laid back onto his bed after another harsh coughing fit. He couldn't believe what was happening. He was the most known murderer in the universe. He had been to every prison in the galaxy and escaped when he got bored. How could he catch a simple virus and let it take over. His mind flashed over to the past few mornings. He had woken up feeling sore all over. It had felt like the old days only without the fun of killing. The following morning just gave him a dry scratching throat along with his aches. He just pushed it aside as dust and hard work from the quarry. He just felt so exhausted each night before going to sleep that in the morning he just didn't bother to get up and train. He was sure Jack noticed, but she never said anything. That morning he woke up feeling as though he had gone to rounds with every merc he ever met. He hadn't even tried to sleep in, but as he glanced over at the clock he just muttered "Fuck" at seeing it was 10 a.m. He had to be at work in an hour. He felt the beginnings of a headache and his eyes were sensitive even in the darkness of his room. He hauled himself out of bed at a pace that told him there was no way he was gonna be to work on time. Straining to stretch away some of the stiffness Riddick yawned and felt a tickle at the back of his throat. A few small dry coughs escaped his lips.
"God damn, this is gonna be a tough day" Riddick said to himself. Pulling on his pants, beater and boots Riddick cough again.
"What is going on with me, things don't feel right" Riddick thought "I've been drugged and poisoned before, but this feels so much different." He didn't even know when someone would have gotten the chance to drug him. Grabbing his goggles he headed for the door.
"No use dwelling on it now, I'm not dead yet or close enough to care" once again talking to himself. Walking out of the apartment, and adjusting his goggles Riddick felt a chill cross his body, but he just shrugged it off as morning air.
When Riddick finally reached the quarry his head was pounding with his headache and his dry cough had turned into a heavy hacking one. Upon getting his gear from his locker his boss walked over after hearing Riddick's constant coughing.
"Hey Terry you sound like shit, what the hell is wrong with you?"
Riddick replied without turning "Nothing Jers, just kind of tired. Tough past few nights with my gal ya know."He had to get out of there, he could feel the tickle in his throat building, threatening to burst out. It was all he could do to hold it in. Riddick turned to leave, but was stopped by his boss.
"Fuck, Terry you look like sin and shit. You gonna be ok to even lift a shovel?" Riddick rolled his eyes sighing .
"Jers, I told you I'm just tired. Now can I go, I got a lot to do and…" Riddick couldn't hold it back any longer. Turning to the side he bent over coughing hard.
"Sorry Ter, with you sounding like that I can't have you working today. You need to go home and get some rest. I don't know what you got, but you need to get rid of it."Jers turned and left Riddick to tell his foremen that "Terry" was too sick to work today. Riddick was left alone at his locker a little in shock at what had happened. He had no more doubts, he had been poisoned. He didn't know how much time he had, but he had to get home to Jack. Leaving the quarry he began the long argouous walk back home.
When Jack came back into the bedroom she found Riddick asleep curled up on the bed. His appointment wasn't for a few more hours so she decided it would be best to let him sleep. She saw that he had fallen asleep with his goggles still on so she gently pulled them off. He didn't so much as move. She just sighed, Riddick had never been a heavy sleeper, but he was sick so things were a little different now. Draping a blanket over him and replacing his glass of water she walked over to the light switch diming it from 50% to 100%. She started to leave the room, but hesitated a moment.
"Should I even dare" she thought "what harm could it do, he's sleeping so hard I'm sure he won't even feel it". Jack walked back over to Riddick's sleeping form and leaned over. Breathing deeply and slowly Jack laid a soft gentle kiss upon Riddick's forehead. She held her breath for a moment afraid that in doing so he would turn back into the same loud, brash, and emotionally detached Riddick. He didn't even twitch. Satisfied Jack turned and left the room. Closing the door slowly behind her Jack went to go watch TV. till it was time to leave for the doctor.
Poor Riddick let me know what you think. Please R/R
CHAP 4 coming soon
