C is for Care

Wilson pulled the thermometer from LeBeau's mouth, shook it, and frowned. "102," he muttered. He looked up at the healthy man hovering nearby.

"Do you know how to take care of a sick person?"

"Who, me? Uhhh…"

Resigned, Wilson nodded. "So, no." Half the men of Barracks 2 were flattened by flu. The rest were refugees in virus-free Barracks 6. This guy was fine.

"I'll look after me mate," offered a raspy voice racked by a wet cough.

"Hard no, Newkirk. Just rest," Wilson called out.

The man beside him bolted, a brown blur.

"Thanks for nothing, Colonel," Wilson sighed.

Prompt 1. "Do you know how to take care of a sick person?"