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[e_delmar]

Ain't nothin' but a normal room. Pretty one, too, if'n you don't think too hard on what's goin' on in there. Ennis' sleeping more now, at least -- the drugs help with that -- but he's still awake a lot (and damn grumpy about it, too. But he ain't no less grumpy about the sleep, neither).

But he's there, and at least that's something.

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[gonna_live]

There's a soft knock on the door.

[bev-marsh.livejournal.com]

Someone else is here, too. She's maybe more timid than Ennis has ever seen her at the moment, hovering uncertainly in the doorway with one hand clasping the opposite arm, but she's here.

[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

Mary doesn't knock.

She's just there - arms folded tightly across her chest, sharp face pinched and drawn.

"You were not meant to get sick," she tells him, without preamble.

[jack_f_twist]

Near by, there's a chair been set up by the window, and right now it's tipped back by the weight of the cowboy sitting in it, his boots crossed one over the other up on the bedframe and his hat pulled down over his eyes. Jack ain't been sleeping so well, himself, so maybe it's good that his chest is rising and falling so slow and even like it is, arms crossed over it.

Still, if Ennis is up, chances are good he'd want to be, too.

[true_desire]

It's just a room in a widow's house on Shadow: Still, from the inside, it could be anywhere: Anywhere 'cept that trailer Ennis called his once, full of dust and heat and old memories that stir up when the wind's right. It's probably better to be here, since that other place only promised the end would creep up on an aged cowpoke, all alone 'til Death took his hand.

Death's a decent sort, anyone in the family can tell you.

Desire's a bitch.

Perhaps then it isn't a surprise when there's a faint scent of peaches and exotic cigarettes, fading into the room like it had always been there.

[ff-ambassador.livejournal.com]

Inara knocks gently on the door and sticks her head around, not wanting to wake Ennis if he's sleeping.

"Ennis?"

[the_seafarer]

It has been long time since Caspian has made his way to Shadow, but Sallie's favorites die hard and when he'd run into her at the Bar he'd extracted a promise to go and see how his employee is. There are some things--Lucy might say many--that he does not and will or cannot understand, but being old and tired and sick is not one of them.

And so it's with an odd half-smile on his face when Sallie leads him to the room and knocks quietly on the door. There's a chair by the bed, and he goes to it, and lays a gentle hand on Ennis' shoulder, and behind the sorrow in his eyes, there is warmth.