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Oh, that’d be telling.
Actually it’s not as closely tied-in as I wanted it to be. I’m still trying, but. I might, yet; the other thing has wound up being an action/thriller with a really really long boring intro, and i can’t seem to get it under control.
That’s sort of where I’m going with it, though. Kind of. Maybe. We’ll see.
“I don’t know anything about hypothermia,” Bodhi said, “so I don’t know what I’m supposed to do, but I’m British enough that I’m going to put the kettle on before I do literally anything else.” He went and did so, and when he came back, Jeron had managed to struggle out of his boots, gloves, and parka, and was standing in the entryway shivering.
“I don’t have hypothermia,” Jeron said. “I’m fine. I just fell asleep because I’m exhausted.”
“Stop shivering then,” Bodhi said. He pulled out his phone and opened the browser and searched on hypothermia symptoms, right then and there as he pulled Jeron into the room and sat him on the couch next to the pile of blankets he customarily wrapped himself in when he sat there. “That’s what it says here. If you can stop shivering, then you’re only very mildly hypothermic and it’s all right, but if you’re shivering uncontrollably–”
“I’m fine,” Jeron said, exasperated, but wrapped a blanket around himself. He didn’t stop shivering.
Bodhi read down the checklist. “Can you feel your feet?”
“I’m fine,” Jeron repeated.
“Ah,” Bodhi said, “denial and disorientation, that’s right on there.”
“Bodhi,” Jeron said, pulling the blanket up over his head, “I have goddamn survival training, I am slightly cold, I am not dying, I am fine.”
“Oh,” Bodhi said, scrolling, “this suggests getting into a sleeping bag with another person and maximizing skin-to-skin contact to rewarm the affected individual.”
Jeron didn’t answer for a moment, but then peeked out of the blanket. “Oh,” he said.
Bodhi put his hand on his hip and regarded Jeron. “I mean, I’m just saying.”
“Is the sleeping bag strictly necessary?” Jeron asked.
The kettle boiled. “Tea first,” Bodhi said.
Oh, that’d be telling.
Actually it’s not as closely tied-in as I wanted it to be. I’m still trying, but. I might, yet; the other thing has wound up being an action/thriller with a really really long boring intro, and i can’t seem to get it under control.
That’s sort of where I’m going with it, though. Kind of. Maybe. We’ll see.
“I don’t know anything about hypothermia,” Bodhi said, “so I don’t know what I’m supposed to do, but I’m British enough that I’m going to put the kettle on before I do literally anything else.” He went and did so, and when he came back, Jeron had managed to struggle out of his boots, gloves, and parka, and was standing in the entryway shivering.
“I don’t have hypothermia,” Jeron said. “I’m fine. I just fell asleep because I’m exhausted.”
“Stop shivering then,” Bodhi said. He pulled out his phone and opened the browser and searched on hypothermia symptoms, right then and there as he pulled Jeron into the room and sat him on the couch next to the pile of blankets he customarily wrapped himself in when he sat there. “That’s what it says here. If you can stop shivering, then you’re only very mildly hypothermic and it’s all right, but if you’re shivering uncontrollably–”
“I’m fine,” Jeron said, exasperated, but wrapped a blanket around himself. He didn’t stop shivering.
Bodhi read down the checklist. “Can you feel your feet?”
“I’m fine,” Jeron repeated.
“Ah,” Bodhi said, “denial and disorientation, that’s right on there.”
“Bodhi,” Jeron said, pulling the blanket up over his head, “I have goddamn survival training, I am slightly cold, I am not dying, I am fine.”
“Oh,” Bodhi said, scrolling, “this suggests getting into a sleeping bag with another person and maximizing skin-to-skin contact to rewarm the affected individual.”
Jeron didn’t answer for a moment, but then peeked out of the blanket. “Oh,” he said.
Bodhi put his hand on his hip and regarded Jeron. “I mean, I’m just saying.”
“Is the sleeping bag strictly necessary?” Jeron asked.
The kettle boiled. “Tea first,” Bodhi said.
