Scarecrow took a deep breath as he attempted to relax, tried to keep his spirits up despite the overwhelming evidence that all would not be okay after all. His chest felt as though it were bound with a rope- he coughed almost as soon as the air filled him, the room spinning around him again. He pawed at his eyes, trying to rub the sensation away with no success, instead finding they were watering for reasons he couldn't even begin to comprehend.
Though his nurse returned to him with a brown sack of food for lunch, she made no attempts to encourage him to leave, knowing he was feeling far worse than under the weather. Instead, she tried to find him company, knowing he did best when around other people. With a pat on his back, she insisted he sit near another patient in the room, one he didn't recognize. She answered his unasked question for that immediately: "He's new, and maybe he could use some help getting adjusted."
With a nod, the Scarecrow rose from his spot on the couch and crossed the room, taking a seat near the newcomer and trying to look far better than he felt. "I hope you don't mind if I sit here," he said in a raspy tone, putting on a smile. "I thought you might like some company."
Though to be honest, he was the one who didn't want to be alone with the infection, especially now that he knew what might happen.
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Scarecrow took a deep breath as he attempted to relax, tried to keep his spirits up despite the overwhelming evidence that all would not be okay after all. His chest felt as though it were bound with a rope- he coughed almost as soon as the air filled him, the room spinning around him again. He pawed at his eyes, trying to rub the sensation away with no success, instead finding they were watering for reasons he couldn't even begin to comprehend.
Though his nurse returned to him with a brown sack of food for lunch, she made no attempts to encourage him to leave, knowing he was feeling far worse than under the weather. Instead, she tried to find him company, knowing he did best when around other people. With a pat on his back, she insisted he sit near another patient in the room, one he didn't recognize. She answered his unasked question for that immediately: "He's new, and maybe he could use some help getting adjusted."
With a nod, the Scarecrow rose from his spot on the couch and crossed the room, taking a seat near the newcomer and trying to look far better than he felt. "I hope you don't mind if I sit here," he said in a raspy tone, putting on a smile. "I thought you might like some company."
Though to be honest, he was the one who didn't want to be alone with the infection, especially now that he knew what might happen.