[ Jefferson nods and makes his way into the kitchen, setting a kettle on the stove to boil before he sets about with other tasks: moving a bottle of water from the fridge to the freezer (just to get it extra cold while he's preparing the tea), checking the pantry for things Brock might be able to keep down later. Saltines, broth...
With both of the Rumlows sick, he should probably take a trip to the store to stock up on these things... But that'll have to come later.
Once the tea's prepared and cooled enough to drink, Jefferson returns to the bedroom, carrying a tray with him. Tea, water, a plate of saltines just in case his stomach settles. Jefferson glances over Brock, to see if he's still awake, then sets everything down on the bedside table. ]
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With both of the Rumlows sick, he should probably take a trip to the store to stock up on these things... But that'll have to come later.
Once the tea's prepared and cooled enough to drink, Jefferson returns to the bedroom, carrying a tray with him. Tea, water, a plate of saltines just in case his stomach settles. Jefferson glances over Brock, to see if he's still awake, then sets everything down on the bedside table. ]
There... Need help sitting up?