Luceti Appointments

[wouldntbetonit]

Messages and meetings that aren't journal and log posts for Lt. William Bush!

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Action | March 21

[wouldntbetonit]

It says something about Bush that his mind first leaps to that very association; Archie looks pale as death and he very fleetingly remembers him this shade once before.

'Course it hadn't ended well, so Bush doesn't simply walk to inspect Kennedy instead he runs - crossing the space of the room in few long steps. His hand dips under the unconscious man's shoulder and he tries to Very Carefully turn the man upright against the legs of a chair and he does well to check the volume of his voice as he attempts to wake the man (if he could be) with his name. He doesn't know who else is home, but he thinks of how Wellard or Hornblower would take to seeing Archie as he is and thinks better of it.

Rare moment of insight proves useful.

[simplestgift]

His eyes crack open, slender slits of blue showing briefly before closing again. He mutters something unintelligible, and tries to go horizontal again.

[wouldntbetonit]

...Well at least he's alive and making some kind of noise.

Bush isn't so gentle now and shoves him upright, making sure he stays.
"Come on, Archie..." of course he has no idea what he is intending to ask of the lieutenant, and if pressed wouldn't be able to come up with anything practical. Just the kind of language he hears when folks try to converse with people unawares.

...

And it's perfectly useless, he knows now, and he damns the idiot who thought that would work in the first place.

[simplestgift]

Archie's lips part. What happened? Grell left. He came inside. He was seeing haloes again.

...Fantastic.

He clears his throat weakly. "Water."

[wouldntbetonit]

"Don't move."

Like that's supposed to do anything. Bush seems to think so as he lets Archie's arms go and stands to get him a glass of water. At least here they didn't have to worry about rationing the stuff.

Right now, at least. Bush didn't trust this place as far as he could throw it.

He comes back with the glass and sits next to Archie, dumbly holding the glass in front of him to offer it up. He won't ask what happened till after he's managed to drink some of it. It was what he asked for after all.

[simplestgift]

Archie wraps his hand around the glass and drinks, but is barely holding on to the glass. A few swallows gets the gummy feeling out of his mouth and soothes the throat stinging from all the shouting he must have been doing. Thank God no one was here for that.

He sits back, half-asleep and so completely out of dignity that he barely even cares what Bush thinks or knows.