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[trigger_man]

[From here.]

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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[fanofthegenre]

Beckett's close behind, but only in a similar capacity that Jack had been in before when it had been her misfortune to have caught the flu - just in case he needs some support.

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.