Doctor, doctor, gimme the news

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Who: Sick people and their well-wishers
When: May 13th-June 4th
Where: Hospitals and clinics all over the Port
Summary: A catch-all log for hospitalized people and their visitors all over the Port during the sickness plot. Everyone feel free to centralize your hospital visit threads here for convenience!
Warning: Please mark your threads if you'll need any.

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22nd sound cool?

[cowboycop]

[Diego's ever-vigilant platonic life-parther watchman, Jake Marshall, hasn't left Diego's side for long since he was brought here with Maya. Sure, he went to take care of the cat and bird, check up on mail, and a few other things, but otherwise he's been with Diego, or poking his head in to check on Maya and little Pearl. Yes, Jake's sick, and it's showing - it's been harder to hide the string of coughs, and his skin is still pretty pale compared to the usual. His fever hasn't been getting any better, either, nor have the general aches and pains.

And it's getting more serious with each passing day - it doesn't help that Gant has been texting Jake every morning to check up on his favorite little cowboy. He finally has had enough sense to just leave his NV at home and not worry about people being unable to reach him - even if he is starting to worry about a few things related to his job. But, they know the situation, so nothing has been crucial to attend to, work-wise. Still, he can't help feeling a little guilty about some things he still hasn't gotten to.

The nurses finally have figured out how to get Jake to eat (by offering him spaghetti) so he hasn't been as bad off as the first night or two, when he refused anything given to him except a glass or two of water. Still, at nine in the evening with little sleep the previous nights, he should be asleep. But instead, he's occasionally eating a forkful of spaghetti, mixing that with doodling in a notepad as he carefully monitors Diego's state. Any change in Diego's vitals is going to send him into full alert.]

[beenwaitinglong]

[He's fine, Jake. And he'll keep insisting so, loudly, until the stubborn-ass cowboy listens. Which he won't. So Diego's settling for just listening to him rustling about over between the beds.

At last he sighs and tilts his head so his sightless eyes are facing towards Jake, at least somwhat.]

Did you do this last time I was in a dump like this?

[cowboycop]

[Jake would argue that he can't be "fine" until he gets out of that hospital bed. Meaning, Jake has a reason to be stubborn about this, even if it is slightly far-fetched.

He's a little surprised to hear Diego's voice, but that does get him to stop and sit up. His tray, holding his half-eaten spaghetti and his notepad, is placed to the side for now, so that he can scoot his chair to sit closer to Diego.]

Last time you were in a dump like this, least fer you, I'm pretty sure I hadn't got my sorry mug brought here yet.

[That thought causes some more regret, which causes a cough to well up in his throat, but he manages to suppress it pretty well by grabbing his water and taking a drink. After that's done, he just holds it in his lap.]

[beenwaitinglong]

Ha...! Don't worry. Last time, I wouldn't have noticed if you did.

[He listens to Jake shuffling around, breathing deeply. The scent of the spaghetti is enough to push away that awful medical, sterile odor of the hospital that makes him feel so nauseous. Even if he can't keep it down.]

God I hate this place.

[cowboycop]

I reckon not. [A pause.] An' the time before that... yeah, I stayed, for the first two, three years er so, anyway.

[He grimaces, settling for resting his hand on Diego's arm for now.] Yeah, I know you do. But we'll be outta here 'fore you know it, with the gals, too.

[beenwaitinglong]

[He sighs, relaxing a bit as Jake's hand rests on him.] Don't worry... I really didn't notice, then.

[He pauses for a few breaths, then closes his eyes.]

Times like this... [He exhales.] I wish Mia was here.

[cowboycop]

I figgered you didn't. But I don't blame ya none. [Another pat on Diego's arm, and a squeeze. He's here for you now, bro.

Jake stays quiet and listens, pausing a few moments because he's unsure what to say. He knows he's definitely no good substitute for Mia, even though he tries to at least be a listening ear around Diego. Finally, he settles on something. It might not help, but it's something.]

Mia was a tough gal, 'least, what I knew of her. [Not that he knew her really well, but, he did admire her, and he did like her the few times they'd spoken.]

LITERALLY A MONTH LATER, I AM THE WORST

[beenwaitinglong]

[He laughs under his breath at Jake's response, nodding his head to confirm it. And to confirm what he said about Mia, too.]

She was tough. Tougher than I ever- gave her credit for, then.

[Diego cracks a grin at that and his eyes open partially.]

You ever talk to her after I- you know?