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faofinn · 2 years
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19. Whining/Crying
Part 1 / Part 2
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Steve's heart broke as Fao gave in, but it was his best option. He made sure Fao wasn't going to fall off the bed, then turned away to grab blankets and fluids. The more he could flush out, the quicker Fao would feel better.
The sedation kept Fao out of it for a while, giving Steve time to let the fluids run and get him comfortable. He slipped a couple of bits of monitoring on too, just whilst he slept. Just in case. Fao stirred after some time, groaning. He felt awful, his head pounding and his mouth dry. He was still dizzy, and the nausea was back as soon as he moved. He struggled to lift his hand to rub at his face, feeling as though he was made of lead.
Steve glanced up. "Oh, hey. Back with us?"
Fao groaned, long and low. “Maybe.”
"I'll take a maybe." He smiled, stretching to brush Fao's hair from his face. "That's better."
Fao leaned into him, struggling to organise this thoughts. “Drugs?”
"Still not found a painkiller that works. Had to sed you to get you over the worst."
“Mm. Why I feel like shit.” He mumbled, closing his eyes.
"Yeah, that'll do it."
“Sorry.”
"You don't need to apologise."
“Tired.” He mumbled. “An’ still feel a bit sick?”
"You can't have any more antiemetics, I'm afraid. But you can have a sleep. We can go back to the on call room if it's more comfortable?"
Fao considered for a minute. The thought of the on call room was nice, but he’d have to move, and he really didn’t want to move. So he shook his head. He’d be okay here, and Steve would keep an eye on him. 
"Alright, we can stay. Do you need another blanket?"
“I’m okay.”
"Okay. A drink?"
He shook his head, and then paused. “Water?”
"I'll grab you a cup."
“Thanks.” He mumbled. 
Steve was barely gone a minute before he returned with a cup of water and some tea. "Fao? Here you go."
He reached for the water. “Mm, thanks.” He said, taking a couple of slow sips. 
"You're welcome. Just a little though, okay? Don't want you gulping it all down."
He nodded. “Small sips.”
"That's it, you know the drill."
Fao felt a little better at first, the water soothing his throat. But then the nausea flared again, and he groaned. 
"You okay?"
“Feel sick again.”
"Just try and relax."
“I really feel sick.” He whined. 
"Hey, hey. It's okay. You've got your dish, you're going to be okay."
Fao reached for it, feeling worse. He retched, bringing up the small mouthful of water that he’d had. It was suddenly all too much, just completely overwhelmed and frustrated that it wasn’t going away. Tears pricked at his eyes and he reached up with one hand to swipe them away roughly. 
"Oh, Fao." Steve said softly, moving closer to pull him in for a one-armed hug. "You're gonna be okay."
Fao slumped against Steve, pressing his face into his chest. He couldn’t stop the tears then, the sobs bubbling up without him meaning to. 
"You're okay. I know it's shit." He murmured. "You've done so well, it's okay to feel shitty."
Fao felt small and pathetic, crying against Steve. He just hated feeling so rubbish. He knew reasonably it was the drugs making him feel that way, whatever Steve had sedated him with not helping. He whined, sniffing. 
Steve rubbed his back. "Just let it out, yeah? You'll feel better soon."
He pulled away, looking up at him. “Sorry.”
"Hey, no need to be sorry."
“Causin’ trouble, bein’ a baby.”
"You're not being a baby." Steve 1qsaid softly, hopping up next to him to pull him properly in for a hug. "Come on, try and get some more rest."
Fao leaned into him, unable to stop the tears that came again. “I jus’ feel so shit.” He mumbled.
"I know, it’s not fair."
“You help though.”
"I'm glad."
He sniffed, resting his head against him. “Maybe we’ll find one that works soon.”
"I hope so, Fao. I hope so."
“Worked at first.”
"Well that bit is positive."
“Yeah.”
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