Passing Out

Chelsea looked to Tom, "Jerry is unconcious in lab six."

"I'm coming!"

Chelsea nodded and started off towards the lab.

Eva was watchign him closely.

Tom followed.

Chlesea arrived at the lab as Jeremiah was beginning to stirr.

"I hope he's okay," Evangeline said shyly.

Tom looked panicky.

Chelsea went to Jeremiah's side, crouching down beside him. She looked up at Evangeline and smiled, "Thank you fo looking after him. I am Chelsea by the way, and this is Tom."

"Eva," Evangeline said. "I'm sorry we had to meet in such unfortunate circumstances."

Chelsea shook Jeremiah and then pulled an inhaler from her pocket and put it to his lips, giving him two doses. This made him move slightly with a light groan.

Tom was standing sort of awkwardly. "Should we take him back to his room?"

"THat might be best, yes..."

Tom stepped forward and proceeded to scoop Jeremiah into his arms.

Evangeline sat down, feeling ineffectual.

"Thank you..." Tom said softly.

Chelsea turned to Evangeline, "Thank you ever so much," she said, her eyes really grateful.

Jeremiah was waking up and noticed the movement, eyes starting to flicker open.

Tom looked down, wondering what his reaction would be to being carried like this.

Jeremiah felt woozy and as soon as he opened his eyes, he closed them, raising his hand to cover them with a light groan.

"Stay still..." Tom said gently.

Jeremiah managed a nod.

Tom kissed his forehead.

Chelsea noticed this and smiled softly, thanking Evangeline once more before leading Tom and Jeremiah out of the lab.

Jeremiah felt sick.

TOm held him tight.

Chelsea led the way back to Tom's and Jeremiah's room.

Jeremiah really wasn't feeling well.