[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.
fanofthegenre: (close.)

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"You had memories of biting people," Beckett repeats. Something about this is starting to ring all too true, especially after one of her more recent cases.

"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.
fanofthegenre: (down.)

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"Well, you didn't actually bite anyone," Beckett says, moving to stand just by the bed, "so that's something.

"You didn't bite anyone before I showed up, right?"
fanofthegenre: (no words.)

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She opens her mouth to say something, but the words don't actually come.

"Maybe that's one of those things you don't ever tell me about."
fanofthegenre: (sees what you did there.)

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"No, I mean - you biting people."

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.
fanofthegenre: (intent.)

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The way he's talking now, it almost sounds as if it could be coming from far away.

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.
fanofthegenre: (teal.)

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"Do you need anything else right now?"

Sleep's probably the most important thing, but she'd rather stay close if it does turn out he wants something.
fanofthegenre: (small smile.)

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"Yeah, of course. You did it for me, remember?"

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."
fanofthegenre: (small smile.)

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She smiles and heads out, closing the door quietly behind her.

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.
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