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What did the bee say to the flower?

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Settling in all right?

It takes a while for the cure to make it's way over to Arthur, given that he hasn't been quarantined in the tents, but he survives... only to be caught in the blood transfusion for two days, running a deadly high fever. It's touch and go for a while, between Arthur almost passing out several times and needing to be given fluids constantly to stop the cracks from further forming and disintegrating him.

Then Eames is left to care for him as Arthur seems to further wither, weight dropping from him like flies and leaving him several kilos lighter than he should be, skin pallid and veins dark under the pale flesh. Most of the time, Arthur doesn't seem all there. Muttering rapidly under his breath, eyes moving busily under half-closed lids, shaking his head as he argues with people that aren't there.

A little birdie told me you were back in town.

It's late. Did the orcs get you, or are you safe?

fine

I left a form taped to your door, I need you to sign it when you get a chance.

Do you have any objections to pets in the house?

[ backdated to 7/31. ]

with everything that's gone down, you still breathing? cause i'm barely managing.

i know it's not the safest during the day right now but can i come by later tonight?

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Arthur's glad for the silence, because the bit of fatigue he'd shown in the bathroom definitely wasn't for show. He ends up closing his eyes and leaning his head back in his seat the entire ride back to Eames' place, quite obviously putting their safety in the Dom's hands for the moment.

[She unknowingly sends this attached image.]

I'm assuming you and Arthur are heading home soon.

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