[flashback] sick day

[2goodarms]

A decade isn't enough time for illnesses to evolve from their pre-freeze state. So many of them start the same way they always have: with a chill. A lot of times, people don't even know they're sick. What's feeling a little colder than usual, needing to curl up a little tighter under your allotted blanket?

So Curtis doesn't know, for a good forty-eight hours, until the shivering doesn't quit even after Gilliam loans him two more blankets. As soon as Tanya feels his forehead, he's whisked away to the very back of the Tail, stumbling a little as the train heaves along the tracks. Everything's tilted just a little too far off-kilter, and weaves just a little too sharply whenever they go over a bump. He's grateful when he finally has a chance to sit down.

...Actually, maybe he'll lie down for a bit. Yeah. Just a couple minutes.

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[2goodarms]

"I'll do my best," says Curtis, eyes drifting shut again.

[snowpiercer_npcs]

"Are you still queasy?" Evie asks.

[2goodarms]

"Mrgh. Little bit."

[hate_gettin_older]

"What's 'queasy'?" Edgar sounds both curious and suspicious.

[2goodarms]

"Sick to my stomach," says Curtis. "Kinda feeling like I wanna puke."

[hate_gettin_older]

"Oh." Slightly stricken; maybe this is worse than he thought.

[snowpiercer_npcs]

"Let's see if we can work on your fever first," murmurs Evie. To Edgar: "I'm prepping some compresses against the wall there. Can you grab one?"

If he's going to hover, he might as well make himself useful. Cold compresses are easier to replenish besides; there's never any shortage of cold here.

[hate_gettin_older]

"Right," he says, and without hesitation swings himself into a flying leap off the bunkframe. He lands already running for the wall, and is back with a compress in moments.

[snowpiercer_npcs]

It's still a marvel to see how well some of the younger kids have adapted to the train. Evie choose to take it as hopeful, rather than depressing.

"Thanks," she says, accepting the compress. Gently, she tugs Curtis's arm the rest of the way off his face so she can lay the cloth across his forehead. "There you go. How's that feel?"

"Mm. Better."

[hate_gettin_older]

Edgar's face hovers behind Evie's shoulder, bobbing slightly as he rocks on the balls of his feet with nervous energy. "Can I get anything else?"

[2goodarms]

Curtis cracks a halfhearted smile.

"Yeah, how about some peeled grapes?"

[snowpiercer_npcs]

Evie pulls a face, half amused and half annoyed. "When was the last time you ate anything?"

[2goodarms]

The smile dims. "Dunno. I haven't been hungry."

[hate_gettin_older]

"I got your protein block," Edgar says immediately. "Whenever you do get hungry, I guess?"

That's a touch uncertain, and he looks up at Evie as he says it.

[snowpiercer_npcs]

She's frowning slightly as she watches Curtis' face.

"It's probably better if you try to eat now," she says.

[2goodarms]

"'ve gone longer without eating," he mumbles.

(Unnoticed by Curtis, the frown on Evie's face shifts, subtle but clearly perceptible.)

"I'll be okay."

[snowpiercer_npcs]

"No." Her voice regains some of its earlier steel. Turning back to Edgar, "Here. Give me his protein block, then go ask Gilliam if there are any hot water rations left this month."

[hate_gettin_older]

Edgar looks from her to Curtis, jittering slightly again, clearly waiting for his okay.

[2goodarms]

Curtis sighs, very quietly.

"S'okay," he says. "Go."

[hate_gettin_older]

"Gone," he says, drops the protein block on the edge of the next bunk, dodges around the battered cabinet where Evie keeps her scanty supplies, and scoots off for Gilliam's tent at top speed.

[2goodarms]

Curtis watches him go, lets out a longer sigh, and sags further into the rolled-up blanket under his head.

"He's a good kid," he mumbles.

[snowpiercer_npcs]

"Yeah," agrees Evie, just as soft. "I know."

She moves the cloth to his neck, and for a time, everything's quiet.

[hate_gettin_older]

Not for a very long time; it's a bare few minutes before Edgar comes tearing back.

"Gilliam says there's a little left," he reports through gulps of breath. "He asked how much we need and I din't know."

[snowpiercer_npcs]

"We'll be good with a cupful, I think," says Evie. "And a spoon, if you can find one. Something we can use to stir it."

[2goodarms]

Curtis blinks at her, muzzily.

"You said there wasn't any tea," he points out.