[Rumlow gives Jefferson a look and rumbles, getting as comfortable as he can with his new pillow pile. He's not mad at Jefferson, really. It probably comes off that way though. He frowns and looks down, trying to control his irritability, but it's rough when his body feels like shit on top of not knowing what's wrong. It's more the second thing.]
Just pissed off I'm even stuck like this in the first place.
[Rumlow explains, figuring he owes it to Jefferson for even taking care of him in the first place. He's normally not this much of a pain when he's sick (though that happens like once in a blue moon). He's just mad that there's nothing he can do but basically lay around like a lump and sleep.]
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Just pissed off I'm even stuck like this in the first place.
[Rumlow explains, figuring he owes it to Jefferson for even taking care of him in the first place. He's normally not this much of a pain when he's sick (though that happens like once in a blue moon). He's just mad that there's nothing he can do but basically lay around like a lump and sleep.]