LJ User: deanangast - Leverage, Eliot/team, Eliot gets a bad case of food poisoning while out of town on a case with the team.

Eliot - Food Poisoning

It was the middle of the job, and Eliot was throwing up. Violently. And while the second version of Plan M involved Eliot throwing up, they weren't quite that far down the list yet. And while Nate was sure that vomiting-Eliot could still do some quality ass-kicking, he really didn't need it proven.

"Parker, get him out of there. Hardison, fire alarms - but make sure we don't drag the police or fire department into it. Sophie, salvage whatever you can and we'll try again later."

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"I'm fine." The growl was gone from Eliot's throat, suggesting that he was definitely not fine. Parker was sitting in the middle of the bed, off too the side with her knees pulled up to her chest and her chin resting on top of them. Nate and Sophie weren't there yet, working on stalling for the night. She poked Eliot in the stomach,

"Throwing up means your sick, not fine."

Hardison wandered into the room with a bucket under his arm and a glass of some kind of liquid that had a purple tint. "Babe, poking him isn't going to help."

The poking of his stomach stopped, and Eliot curled away from her shivering, trying to suppress a moan unsuccessfully. The revolt in his stomach was getting worse, the nausea creeping up slowly in the back of his throat. He'd probably have to use that bucket in a minute.

There was warmth against his back and he stiffened. "What're you doing?"

"You're cold."

"I'm not cold, Parker," Eliot muttered, annoyed, resisting the urge to curl up more tightly.

Parker's voice was right behind his ear. "You're shivering. That means you're cold."

"I wouldn't argue with her man, she gets stubborn."

"I'm fine," he insisted, even as the bile worked its way slowly up his throat. A blanket draped across him and when he tried to open his mouth to insist that he was fine, he ended up hanging off the edge of the bed, throwing up into the bucket.

Parker was still there when he leaned back. "We still like you when you're not fine," she told him seriously, voice muffled from behind his head. He groaned, keeping his mouth shut in case something other than words came out. This was going to be a nightmare, he decided, but he was kind of glad he was too preoccupied to fight off their care. It felt... almost nice. Until he had to throw up again.