The skin under John's nose is stained with an old nosebleed, two streaks of red. When he speaks, his teeth are faintly red, too, his gums more vividly so. He sweated out the worst of his Black Fever in the storage locker, feels mostly achy and weak on this, the end of his second day. Hot with fever, still, but survivable. No longer vomiting, at least. Or hallucinating.
"I feel like a million merit," he says seriously. But he's joking, too. If that's how Court prefers to deal with things, John is happy to follow along.
"You look healthy," he continues. "What Mara said—it's not too late to change your mind."
SCENES: SUNDAY: Court & John
The skin under John's nose is stained with an old nosebleed, two streaks of red. When he speaks, his teeth are faintly red, too, his gums more vividly so. He sweated out the worst of his Black Fever in the storage locker, feels mostly achy and weak on this, the end of his second day. Hot with fever, still, but survivable. No longer vomiting, at least. Or hallucinating.
"I feel like a million merit," he says seriously. But he's joking, too. If that's how Court prefers to deal with things, John is happy to follow along.
"You look healthy," he continues. "What Mara said—it's not too late to change your mind."