Celia grabbed the tray and brought it to Jack. "Thirsty?"
"No."Jack answered, though he was, a little. "My head is still spinning too much, I don't think I could keep anything down." The back of his skull throbbed from where he'd been hit, and his vision was still blurred from the conussion.
Celia sighed and nodded. "Don't fall asleep."
Jack gave her a strained smile. "That's a myth. It's perfectly fine to sleep with a concussion." Not that he was going to. He didn't want to feel the pure terror he'd felt earlier, waking up and thinking that they'd taken her somewhere or killed her.
Celia sighed and laid by him. "I just want to hear you talking to me..."
Jack reached out and twirled a piece of her hair carefully between his fingers, trying not to touch skin. Once, his fingertips just barely brushed her temple and it felt like a mild electric shock, but it was such a small touch that he didn't react.
"I think they're brothers." He said after a moment.
Celeste smiled at his warmth. "Who?"
"Our captors." He replied.
Celia pressed a feather-light kiss to his fingertip. "Why do you say that?"
The kiss send an electric shudder down Jack's spine, but it was so quick that it didn't really hurt, exactly. In fact, it almost felt good.
"How do you think I'd react if someone broke Charlotte's arm?"
Celia shrugged. "I honestly have no idea."
"Me niether." Jack said. "But it wouldn't be pretty. Nathan wouldn't be so protective over a coworker. And, they've all got green eyes. Green is the rarest eye color, because it's a ressesive gene." He coughed, wincing as his broken ribs throbbed.
Celia coughed softly, shaking. "Is it cold in here?"
"Maybe a little." In fact, Jack wasn't entirely sure what the temperature was. He felt clammy, hot and cold at the same time. It was disorienting.
Celia shuddered and curled up on herself to keep warm.
Though Jack tried to stay awake, he ended up dozing off moments later.
((Do you mind if we skip ahead several hours or a day?))
Celia opened her eye about six hours later, her throat dry and her body sore. "Nnnn..." She coughed and sat up, looking around.
Nathan walked back into the room, the metal door slamming loudly against the wall behind him. Carter followed silently in his wake.
"Get up." He said forcibly. "We're leaving."
Jack pulled himself into a sitting position using the wall for support, his face pale. "Where?" He asked.
Nathan didn't answer, just glanced at his watch as Carter crossed over to them and pulled Jack to his feet. Jack's breath hissed out as the movement pulled at his stitches, and he swayed a little, but he didn't complain.
Celia whimpered, shaking. "Don't hurt him!"