A/N; Bit of annoying one this. May expand on a later date. As always constructive criticism appreciated.
2; Awake
Before he knew it he was falling.
"Jin!"
An arm caught him mid-fall.
Damn.
"What are you doing out of bed? You're wounds haven't healed yet!"
They never healed, never really. Jun was(is?) proof of that. He coughed violently. She rubbed circles on his back.
"Let's get you back to your room," she said.
"Yeah," he acquiesced.
He coughed again and Jun rubbed his back again. She rubbed and he coughed, he coughed and she rubbed, all the way back to his room. She didn't falter as he staggered towards his bed, her hands helping his stiff body back into it.
"I'll be back in a second Jin."
He didn't reply, only watching as Jun exited the room. His gaze did not move until she re-entered the room, following her as she set to work. He watched as she undressed the wounds and redressed them, each time purifying her hands in white spirit before wrapping the next wound. Her touches were soft and slight. It was painful and pathetic.
So pathetic.
Jin grimaced, his eyes trying to concentrate on Jun's face. He found nothing though, not even a single mistaken glance directed his way.
Kaa-chan?
He tried to move his lips but let out a long sigh instead.
"Is anything the matter Jin?"
"No I'm fine."
"Do you want dinner?"
"No."
Jin just turned his head away as she nodded and departed from his room without another word. He let out a slight breath he didn't he had been holding. The silence was golden.
