[While he waits, Rumlow sort of drifts. He's tired, and yet his brain won't stop thinking about everything. Whether this new information makes it less likely he's been poisoned, if there's maybe a really nasty disease going around instead, is there something in the water? Eventually, once Jefferson comes back upstairs, Rumlow casts him a grateful look. The saltines are a nice touch, and Rumlow hopes he can get them down. His stomach is angry from hunger too.
He unfurls himself and tries to sit up, but that pain shoots through his limbs again and he grits his teeth at the sensation. It's not paralytic, at least, but God, it's kind of like when your leg falls asleep and you just don't want to move it.]
If you want.
[He wants, Rumlow reminds himself. Why would Jefferson offer if not? He knows he's just trying to stay tough, but Christ. This weakness makes him feel so useless.]
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He unfurls himself and tries to sit up, but that pain shoots through his limbs again and he grits his teeth at the sensation. It's not paralytic, at least, but God, it's kind of like when your leg falls asleep and you just don't want to move it.]
If you want.
[He wants, Rumlow reminds himself. Why would Jefferson offer if not? He knows he's just trying to stay tough, but Christ. This weakness makes him feel so useless.]