[Sitting upright is all right, Rumlow guesses, but his body still feels like it's on fire, all tingling and shit and his stomach might be trying to evacuate his body through one end or the other. He looks up to Jefferson, gaze unfocused, though he tries to sharpen it when he offers his hand.
Rumlow takes it, trying to keep his grip firm as he's hoisted upright. He casts Jefferson with a withering look, but predictably, it withers and appears more like he's just pouting.]
I think someone poisoned me. [Rumlow admits, though he's not sure why he's telling Jefferson.] Me and Kenzi.
[Having been largely holed up at home, he hasn't heard anything about the spread. That combined with the natural paranoia this place gives off and Rumlow is glad to find a seemingly odd conclusion. He probably just sounds crazy to Jefferson.]
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Rumlow takes it, trying to keep his grip firm as he's hoisted upright. He casts Jefferson with a withering look, but predictably, it withers and appears more like he's just pouting.]
I think someone poisoned me. [Rumlow admits, though he's not sure why he's telling Jefferson.] Me and Kenzi.
[Having been largely holed up at home, he hasn't heard anything about the spread. That combined with the natural paranoia this place gives off and Rumlow is glad to find a seemingly odd conclusion. He probably just sounds crazy to Jefferson.]