Terrorize

Jason sighed deeply. He had so many different thoughts, and he didn't know which way to go. 
I'm never worried about me, ya know... it's you I'm always worried about. 
He shifted a little, tightening his hold on her before he turned to kiss the top of her head. 

"Hey, you two." Rick entered the room and came over to check the IV, and check both their vitals. "How's it going?" 

Jason gave him a tired smirk. "If we're supposed to be lying here, in capable of doing anything else, then I'd say we're doing great." 

Rick grinned. "At least you still have a sense of humor." He took Jason's temperature and pursed his lips. "Still got a fever. How's the rest of you feel?"

"Don't mention food and I won't hurl... and my head feels like it's in a vice... but I don't feel like I'm gonna pass out." 

"Mm, well that's an improvement. Your mom will be glad not to have to clean up any more puke."

Jason scoffed. "You make me feel like a great son."

Rick patted his arm. "You are." He moved over to Katie's side of the bed and took her temperature as well, finding she had a fever too - not as high as Jason's, but he wasn't surprised she would have some of the same symptoms. "Your partner can't handle food, but what about you? If Cindy made some broth, you think you could get it down?" 


Hunter blinked at Ryan, surprised she'd gotten up too, but he wasn't going to complain. "Walk," he agreed. "I can't sit any more." Did she realize he was having a hard time, or was it just a coincidence that she wanted to get up now, too? He decided not to ask. 

Getting his shoes back on, he met her at the door, more than ready to go. Once outside, he took a breath of fresh air before taking her hand and swinging it between them. "So. Where to?" He gave a little hop off the curb, his energy level proving he really was worked up. He squinted up into the late afternoon sun. "Where'd the day go anyway? Did we really just waste the entire day?" He continued to swing Ryan's hand. "I have an idea! Let's go to the park and terrorize the ducks on the pond."


Reese furrowed his brow, unsure about this whole thing. It was Kirk who responded first though. He moved closer, his arms still crossed. "So... we shouldn't question him because he might feel even guiltier?" He squinted an eye at Misty as he tried to sort through it. He wasn't trying to be mean, but he certainly saw the other side of things. "Chance murdered at least seven men. He's been working for an organization that takes the law into their own hands. On top of all that, he's been lying to the Elite for who knows how long. Obviously he never really left the Underground and only helped thwart a few of their plans to put on a good show. So..." He cocked his head. "Tell me how he deserves to be treated with kid gloves." 

Reese sighed deeply and interrupted before Misty could answer him. "I think what Kirk is saying is that Chance made his decisions. We can feel sorry for him all we want, but it doesn't change what he did. Treating him with kid gloves will only prolong the inevitable - which is prison at the very least."