🤒 – caring for them when sick/injured [ for theodore! bc i read shit about the captain taking on the ship’s surgeon’s duties in the absence of a surgeon in emergencies so Here We Are ]

{ Nonverbal Starters }

Theodore was not brought low by much in life, but not even an indomitable spirit could overcome the grim reality of fever at sea. He had become dreadfully delirious, and had it not been for the quick action of Silver he would surely have fallen to the churning sea, convinced that it was a familiar lagoon in which he so often swam. 

Now he was sequestered in the safest place aboard for a man as sick as himself, and with the fever somewhat breaking he registered the burden he was placing upon Flint by being here. In true fashion, he had gotten up with every intention of making it up to the man by getting right back to work, but the world had lurched and the next thing he knew, he was staring up at his newfound captain’s slightly mismatched eyes with a dim awareness of being held down.

“I suppose I am no good just yet,” He agreed amiably, surrendering easily enough to his position if only because he was too bone tired to argue. “I think the fever is breaking though.” He remarked, unaware in his hopeful reassurance that he sounded like death warmed over.