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dreamlikenewyork2016-12-15 01:35 am
canadianheart) wrote in dreamlikenewyork2016-12-15 01:35 am
"I could sleep forever rough."
Who: Jett Levesque and Brody Alexander
What: New friends
Where: Flynn and Jett's apartment, NYC
When: Wednesday afternoon
Jett had a rough few days. After Flynn had to come get him from the party on the weekend because he ended up sick there, the days that followed saw him mostly in bed sleeping a lot of the time. Flynn woke him to eat, shower and keep up some fluids, but even all those things had been a tough uphill struggle for him. He even ended up falling asleep in the middle of an attempted Skype conversation with his moms, waking up later in the night in bed under the covers, his Macbook Air safely stowed on his bedside table and switched off.
He had lost track of the days, which was fine. He would catch up eventually. He was still in bed that afternoon, dozing on and off while he had the TV turned on. He watched a little, slept, watched a little more. That was much of the routine, and probably would be until he could fight his way back up again. He was hovering mid-way between both when Flynn came in to see him then. "You got a visitor, kiddo. If you're feeling up to it."
"A visitor?" Jett mumbled, confused. Who would be visiting him? Unless it was Sasha, who had told him he would come visit if he was in New York. "I don't know. I'm whacked. Who is it?"
"Kid called Brody. Said he met you at the party. Wants to check if you're okay because you haven't been answering your texts," Flynn explained.
Jett's eyebrows crept up in a lethargic surprise. "Yeah? Cool. It's okay, he can come in. He was the one I puked in front of."
Flynn nodded. "Alright. Just make sure you let him know you might need to cut the visit short. I'll show him in."
Jett got himself propped up a little more on the pile of pillows his bed had, trying to comb his sleep hair down into something that resembled presentable with his fingers. He checked his phone while he waited for Brody to come in, finding there was a pile of messages from him, and a small handful from Sasha telling him he hoped he was feeling better.
What: New friends
Where: Flynn and Jett's apartment, NYC
When: Wednesday afternoon
Jett had a rough few days. After Flynn had to come get him from the party on the weekend because he ended up sick there, the days that followed saw him mostly in bed sleeping a lot of the time. Flynn woke him to eat, shower and keep up some fluids, but even all those things had been a tough uphill struggle for him. He even ended up falling asleep in the middle of an attempted Skype conversation with his moms, waking up later in the night in bed under the covers, his Macbook Air safely stowed on his bedside table and switched off.
He had lost track of the days, which was fine. He would catch up eventually. He was still in bed that afternoon, dozing on and off while he had the TV turned on. He watched a little, slept, watched a little more. That was much of the routine, and probably would be until he could fight his way back up again. He was hovering mid-way between both when Flynn came in to see him then. "You got a visitor, kiddo. If you're feeling up to it."
"A visitor?" Jett mumbled, confused. Who would be visiting him? Unless it was Sasha, who had told him he would come visit if he was in New York. "I don't know. I'm whacked. Who is it?"
"Kid called Brody. Said he met you at the party. Wants to check if you're okay because you haven't been answering your texts," Flynn explained.
Jett's eyebrows crept up in a lethargic surprise. "Yeah? Cool. It's okay, he can come in. He was the one I puked in front of."
Flynn nodded. "Alright. Just make sure you let him know you might need to cut the visit short. I'll show him in."
Jett got himself propped up a little more on the pile of pillows his bed had, trying to comb his sleep hair down into something that resembled presentable with his fingers. He checked his phone while he waited for Brody to come in, finding there was a pile of messages from him, and a small handful from Sasha telling him he hoped he was feeling better.