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It was three days after Daniel had been admitted to the hospital and Dr. Stevens had said he could be released that morning. He looked over at the cot where Methos lay sleeping and smiled to himself. The man had not once left his side since his arrival. It gave Daniel hope that maybe they'd work things out again. He thought of where they might go because Daniel didn't think he could go back to his apartment given that Methos had killed Jack there. He'd actually been looking to buy a house up in the mountains and wondered if he could convince Methos to stay with him there if he did so...

He was brought out of his thoughts as the door to his room opened and Dr. Stevens walked in, holding all of the paperwork that needed to be signed before Daniel could leave. The doctor glanced over at Methos and then at Daniel.

"Shall I wake him or did you want to do that?"

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Methos was stepping out of the bathroom when he heard Daniel coughing, the flight attendant was already going to check on him, but he quickly called them off asking them to get Daniel some water. He rushed to take a seat next to him, "I'm here, love, I'm here."

He reached out to rub his back, soothingly.

Daniel gave a harsh, panicked sound as one of the attendants returned with a glass of water and Daniel held it for a moment before trying to drink some of it. The coughing slowed and finally subsided before Daniel, embarrassed at his own panic, buried his face against Methos' chest.

"I'm here, baby. I didn't mean to startle you." he ran his hand through Daniel's hair and kissed the top of his head.

"I'm sorry for panicking," he whispered softly against the older man's shirt. "I just... I started coughing and when I woke and I couldn't see you... I panicked. I'm sorry...."

"You've nothing to be sorry for. With what you've been through, you're doing remarkably well." Methos assured him, holding him close.

Daniel nodded, just staying as he was for now, not quite willing to give up the feel of Methos holding him just yet.

"How much longer do you think we have before we land?" he finally asked softly.

"Several more hours, likely." he said, "I believe they'll be serving food shortly."

Daniel nodded and slowly sat back up, still a little embarrassed at his earlier display as he quickly turned to look out the window, even though it was quite dark outside and there wouldn't be much to see anyway except water below.

The attendants came by and handed them drink menus, and asked whether they wanted the chicken or fish meal. Methos ordered the chicken and then a martini.

Daniel ordered the chicken as well and went with wine, handing the menu back to the attendant before leaning back against his chair and turning his head to look at Methos.

"You're not upset with me, are you?" he asked quietly.

"Upset with you?" Methos looked back at him with a frown, "For what?"

"For being so... anxious I guess," he said quietly. "I'd hate to be out someplace more... public and have that happen, what just happened now."

He spoke in a whispered tone, "It's been a few days since you were freed from being tortured. I would never be upset with you for being anxious. Of course you would be."

Daniel nodded, shuddering just slightly at that one word (tortured) before he closed his eyes and dropped his head back down against his lover's shoulder, willing to just sit there quietly until their food came so long as Methos didn't move to leave his side.

He ran his hand through Daniel's hair as they waited. Soon the stewardess came by with their food and drinks, and Methos thanked them.

Daniel sat back up and turned his attention to the food in front of him, quietly going through the motions of cutting the food and occasionally remembering to eat, but it was mostly him just pushing the food around on his plate to make it look as if he were eating more than he actually was.

Methos watched him carefully, and a bit motherly in his tone, "You should eat, Ibraham."

Daniel glanced over at him almost pleadingly before he looked back down at the food in front of him. He did manage to finally finish about half of it before he just couldn't get anything more down.

"I still can't eat as much as I could before.... before all this happened," he said softly.

Finally, he nodded, "Alright... I won't push you to eat more than you feel you can."

"I'll try to get better at it," he whispered. "You have to remember, they kept food away from me for almost six days and being sick when you found me... I hadn't eaten much and what little I was eating wasn't always staying down..." He knew he'd lost weight and he hated that he couldn't just pick up who he'd been before it all had happened.

"I understand." Methos said, sadly, "Just... do what you can. Your appetite will come back soon enough."

"I keep making you so sad," Daniel said softly, tracing his fingers down the side of his lover's face. "I don't mean to. I'll stop talking about it..."

"No, I'm happy, Ibraham. You are alive. That was more than I thought would happen. But I would like to see you well again." he leaned into Daniel's hand.

"Just being with you and doing these things that we have said we'll do, will help a lot, I'm sure," Daniel said quietly with a smile before leaning over and kissing his lover softly. "I love you," he whispered.

"Right back at you." Methos smiled, "Now, get some rest, it'll make getting there come faster."

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