The Space Voyage (G/T P!Septiplier)

Serenity

The first day of recovery was nothing but a jumbled blurry dream to Mark. Many times he recalled Jack's immense face peering down at him with worry and murmuring to him, but he couldn't remember anything he said. He just remembered hearing Jack's voice a lot, and Felix's too as he drifted in and out of consciousness.

The second day was when he finally woke up. His vision was hazy in the beginning, but he blinked a few times and it eventually went away. His eyes wandered as he breathed deeply and smelled food. He was in the living room, lying on what he assumed was the couch. His shirt had been removed and replaced with multiple gauze wraps. A spare roll of them lay beside an empty bowl on the coffee table, with a pair of scissors close by to downsize them to Mark's appropriate size. Mark blinked sleepily at his surroundings and yawned before he tried to sit up.

"Ahh!" He gasped and quickly lay down again. His back was throbbing with pain that was only dulled with what he guessed was medicine. He closed his eyes and moaned, trying to wish the aching agony away. Ow... The surface under Mark suddenly shifted, and Mark opened his eyes to see Jack frowning down at him.

"Hey." The giant's voice was a low murmur, hushed and easy on Mark's ears. "How you feeling?" Mark groaned and closed his eyes.

"Like a rakovad chewed me up like a chew toy and decided it didn't want a piece of me," he grumbled. He felt Jack chuckle as his hair was gently mussed.

"Well that's pretty much what happened." Mark realized he was laying on Jack's chest as the giant put his hand over Mark and sat up with a grunt. "But are you dizzy? Nauseous?"

"I'm a little queasy," Mark admitted, "But it's mostly just from the pain."

"I bet you're hungry." Jack nodded at the kitchen. "I just made some soup, you want some?" Mark yawned and let his head rest on his friend's chest as he added, "You're looking a little emaciated anyway," and got up. Mark yawned again as Jack walked into the kitchen and headed for a large pot sitting on the stove. He moved Mark so the engineer was laying cradled in his hand as he reached for a spoon and dipped it into the rich broth.

"Here, have a little," Jack urged. Mark's eyes fluttered open as he looked to see the spoon hovering not too far away. He could feel the heat emanating from the hot liquid, and the smell was enticing. He tried to sit up, but he quickly stopped as he gasped in pain and gripped Jack's hoodie.

"I-I can't sit up," he whimpered. Jack frowned and put the spoon in the pot.

"Hmm..." he carried Mark back into the living room and set him down carefully on the couch. Mark's countenance twisted with pain as Jack gently nudged him so he was laying against the back and sitting up. "Easy, easy..." Jack murmured as he stepped away. "Comfy?" Mark relaxed and nodded, sighing. "Just wait there." Mark wanted to point out that he couldn't go anywhere, but Jack was gone before his groggy mind could think to say anything. He sighed again and waited for Jack to come back.

The gargantuan alien came walking back very slowly, his hand held under the spoon as he treated it like an explosive. "Here you go." He crouched down and gently blew the steam away before holding it out to Mark. "Just try to get a few sips in ya," he encouraged. Mark craned his neck and managed to slurp a little as Jack held the spoon with a steady hand. It tasted good. It needed a little more salt, but Mark didn't complain. He was fine with it just the way it was and didn't mind.

It took a few minutes before Jack got Mark to drain the whole spoonful, and he smiled and rubbed Mark's head. "See? There we go... feel better?" Mark yawned.

"You're surprisingly not a bad cook." Jack chuckled.

"I'm full of many surprises." He left Mark for only a few seconds to go put the spoon in the sink, and when he came back he saw Mark had conked out again. Smiling he crouched down and gently scooped the small lifeform up, and he sat down on the couch as he snuggled the sleeping human and held him close to his heart.