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It's slow going as they make their way down to Jack's room, though that's mostly on Jack's part. He's more than a little tense, as light-headedness keeps his eyes firmly on the next step in front of him, which is never quite where he expects it to be. Not to mention trying to stay himself, instead of letting those other memories and that other personality take over.
He's not sure he's ever been quite so glad to see his door once they finally make it there. Unlocking his door, he steps inside, making a beeline for the bedroom. All he wants to do is lie down, so he no longer feels like he's listing to one side, or that the floor is further away than it is.
It's slow going as they make their way down to Jack's room, though that's mostly on Jack's part. He's more than a little tense, as light-headedness keeps his eyes firmly on the next step in front of him, which is never quite where he expects it to be. Not to mention trying to stay himself, instead of letting those other memories and that other personality take over.
He's not sure he's ever been quite so glad to see his door once they finally make it there. Unlocking his door, he steps inside, making a beeline for the bedroom. All he wants to do is lie down, so he no longer feels like he's listing to one side, or that the floor is further away than it is.
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She'd thought quickly, before, and asked Bar for some meds and a cold water bottle to bring up with them, and it's what she takes out now as Jack heads straight to his bed to lay down, softly closing the door behind them.
The room's dimly lit, but she turns off unnecessary lamps as she goes, and then stands by the side of the bed, placing a few pills onto the nightstand next to the water bottle. She'll wait until he feels like the room's stopped spinning before she nudges him into taking them.
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Things have settled a bit, so he sits up slowly, his feet still dangling off the side of the bed.
"What's this?" he asks, eyeing the pills. He knows Beckett wouldn't give him anything harmful, but it's hard to still that little voice in his head that's wary of anything of the kind. Or the smaller one, trying to tell him that maybe all her help was just to get her to trust him.
He knows it's not true, but the defense mechanism of distrusting anyone's motives is hard to break. Which is why he's determined not to let her know that the thought is there.
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It's hard to do when she just turned off most of the lights, but one appears to be the magic number, and she holds out her hand, waiting for him to do the same so she can press the pill into it before she follows it up with the bottled water.
"I'm sorry," she adds quietly. "If I hurt you before."
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He shakes his head, which thankfully doesn't start sending the room spinning around him again. It does feel like his head is heavier than normal, though.
"It's okay. You just tugged on an old injury which you couldn't have known about. Besides, I was being pretty damn aggressive."
He has a another flash of memory, an image of sinking his teeth into someone's throat, but it's more distant than the others. It doesn't feel like his memory this time.
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Though she's not entirely sure how to describe said person: a creep with a fondness for heights, maybe? She passes Jack the water after another moment.
"I knew it wasn't you."
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"Yeah, though sometimes it felt almost as though I was that person. Not person, thing. Don't think it was exactly human," he says, a little groggily.
He leans over to undo the laces of his boots, but it feels almost like he's wearing ski gloves, and he fumbles with the laces for a moment before he manages to grab an end and tug.
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Her gaze follows him down to his shoes, and she's going to ignore all the ways in which this parallels her sickness earlier as she kneels down, gently brushing his hands out of the way.
"Wait, here. Just - lay back," she says, and her hands quickly find both ends of the laces, pulling them free and then loosening the boot enough for her to tug it off. If spinning him around had made him dizzy, she's pretty sure bending down won't help matters, and she quickly removes the other, setting them both on the floor by the bed.
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"Kept having these memories of flying. Not in a helicopter or a plane, and not like HALO jumps. Also kept remembering biting people in the neck, on purpose and not to escape," he says. Part of him realizes that he's talking a hell of a lot and should probably shut up before he says something he regrets later.
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"Wait, you don't think - you were a vampire, do you?"
She's never heard of them being able to fly, but then again, she's not up on her vampire mythology the way that, say, Castle is.
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"You didn't bite anyone before I showed up, right?"
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"Maybe that's one of those things you don't ever tell me about."
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Because it sort of sounds, to her, like he just admitted to having memories of that which weren't confined to his crazy vampire twin.
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Obviously it's managed to turn off his brain-to-mouth filter as well.
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She reaches out to place her hand against his forehead. He's not sweating so much anymore, but that might just be a result of not being outside now.
"You still feel a little warm," she says, because he'll probably appreciate it later if she doesn't press him for details on this.
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Sleep's probably the most important thing, but she'd rather stay close if it does turn out he wants something.
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There's a brief pause as she looks down at him, then checks to make sure more meds and water are within his reach.
"Get some sleep. I'll check on you later."
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She'll head down to the bar, order a cup of coffee or two, and then come back with more fluids for him in a while.