‘ shit, you’re burning up. ’ | BILLY TO CHARLES cause everyone needs to be taken care of by Billy at some point

{ Hurt Prompts }

“Doesn’t matter,” Charles croaked, already reaching for his shirt as he forced his aching body into an upright position, “Bell’s been called. Tell Jack to get himself to bed,” He knew the only reason Rackham wasn’t the one in here was because the damn shit was wholly aware that he was ill and would therefore be impossible to deal with. Doubtless the fuck was hoping Billy could persuade him into resting, and the two had already conspired like he wouldn’t figure that out in a heartbeat. “You’re third watch – feel free to head below as well.”