[It's only after Jefferson repeats it that Rumlow realizes how that must have sounded. He puts a hand on his forehead, groaning as he rolls to his side, face burying in the pillow.]
Meant maybe 'm not the one bein' targeted. [He says, though most of his words are completely inaudible they're so muffled. He shifts to look at Jefferson at the mention of tea. He grimaces and then tries not to think about the awful cramping that his abdomen has been going through practically nonstop.] Prolly just puke it back up. 'Less you got some kinda magic tea.
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Meant maybe 'm not the one bein' targeted. [He says, though most of his words are completely inaudible they're so muffled. He shifts to look at Jefferson at the mention of tea. He grimaces and then tries not to think about the awful cramping that his abdomen has been going through practically nonstop.] Prolly just puke it back up. 'Less you got some kinda magic tea.