james/thomas, 51

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51: “ I want to take care of you. ”

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“For the last time, lie down and let me take care of you.”

“I don’t need to be taken care of.” James says without
moving from his post at the window. “You’re the one who’s been a prisoner for
the last ten years.”

That would be insulting if the situation wasn’t so laughable
and frustrating. Thomas sighs,
rubbing at his temples. “Just for a few hours?”

“We need to leave this place.” James murmurs. They’ve been
here a week since he arrived at the plantation and he will barely leave the window. He has a fever and he won’t rest. He’s
always like this when he’s ill.

“James, I know you’re eager to leave, but a few more days won’t
delay our plans overly long.”

Thomas starts smiling in spite of his worry.

“What?” James turns his head and catches him. “Why are you
smiling?”

“Do you remember the first time you were sick and didn’t want me to take care of you?”

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