Irukandji plot || January 30th
Jan. 23rd, 2009 04:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
more_flexibleHe'd been near the dock since he was feeling kind of lazy about dinner. Pulling mussels off the pilings was an easy compromise. Food for Helen and hardly any work for Jack. He was surfacing when he felt a sting against his ribs and he looked but didn't see anything. The jellyfish he normally saw were out near the reef and were definitely big enough to see and avoid. It didn't even really feel like a sting. More like a bite. Maybe something he'd disturbed as he filled the mesh bag.
He broke the surface and the sunlight was incredibly bright. His head hurt a little and he looked down to see a small welt, but nothing else. He dried off and dressed and started back toward the compound. By the time he was halfway to the Hamlet, his head was pounding. Every heartbeat, every step made him want to curl up in the dark. His eyes felt like they were being pushed out of his skull. It hurt bad enough that he headed for Logan's to see if he'd take the shellfish the rest of the way.
The bag never made it to Logan's. Jack dropped it when a wave of nausea hit him so hard he doubled over. It seemed like it took forever to get to the familiar hut and he ignored Linus's low growl and sharp barks as he stepped through the door and fell to the floor. Another wave of nausea hit and his back ached, too. He had enough sense to roll onto his side and he retched, sea water spilling from his mouth across Logan's floor. He hadn't even been able to call for the other man or check to see if he was home, but the way he felt, all he could think of was how much it hurt.
He broke the surface and the sunlight was incredibly bright. His head hurt a little and he looked down to see a small welt, but nothing else. He dried off and dressed and started back toward the compound. By the time he was halfway to the Hamlet, his head was pounding. Every heartbeat, every step made him want to curl up in the dark. His eyes felt like they were being pushed out of his skull. It hurt bad enough that he headed for Logan's to see if he'd take the shellfish the rest of the way.
The bag never made it to Logan's. Jack dropped it when a wave of nausea hit him so hard he doubled over. It seemed like it took forever to get to the familiar hut and he ignored Linus's low growl and sharp barks as he stepped through the door and fell to the floor. Another wave of nausea hit and his back ached, too. He had enough sense to roll onto his side and he retched, sea water spilling from his mouth across Logan's floor. He hadn't even been able to call for the other man or check to see if he was home, but the way he felt, all he could think of was how much it hurt.
