[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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[hate_gettin_older]

Edgar draws in breath, holds himself a little straighter.

Somehow he knows this is a moment that isn't going to come again.

[snowpiercer_npcs]

"Wanna sit here and eat your dinner?"

Because let's be honest: Curtis isn't going to move back to the infirmary any time soon, much as Evie may want it.

[hate_gettin_older]

"Yeah," he says again, quieter than he means to, and folds down to sit next to Curtis.

Hunger's woken up in him; he saved his protein block from last night in case they needed to trade it to somebody for help, and his belly is jabbing him with reminders of its emptiness, and he tears into the gummy protein without another word.