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just-a-cheese-stick · 4 years

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(Possible tw for mentions of a broken bone, ivs, and surgery. It isn’t graphic tho)

Naeleon Week day 5 (Flowers)

Non despair au

“Just breathe Leon it’s going to be ok”

‏‏‎‎“What? You expect me to be calm before literally being minutes away from being cut open?” From his tone, it was easy to tell that Leon was panicked.

“sweetie, you’re going to be fine. Your arm is going to feel much better after this, ok?”

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Leon had broken his wrist at a baseball game about a week ago. After getting it checked out, the doctor concluded he would need surgery for the bone to fully heal.

This idea did not sit well with him in the slightest.

Though he would never say it, he was deadly terrified of any kind of medical procedure. Even though he never has directly told anyone, his reaction to them said enough. ‏‏‎ ‎

Every time he went in for one he would boarder on anxiety attacks. Makoto noticed this when he went in to get his wisdom teeth pulled, and started going with him from then on.

A nurse came into the waiting room and called Leon into the hospital room. Immediately, his mood went from defiant and angry to visibly anxious and small. He gripped Makoto’s hand with the hand not connected to his broken arm.

“Sit down right over here for me we’ll be with you in a second” the nurse told him as they entered the room.

Leon sat down on the hospital bed and began fidgeting anxiously with his arm brace.

“Nervous?”

‏‏‎‎“What? Me? No!” Leon quickly replied defensively.

He paused.

“do you want me to hold your hand?” Makoto offered.

Leon quickly nodded, holding his boyfriend’s hand tightly.

Makoto could feel the other’s hand shaking in his. It was clear he was nervous.

“It’s gonna be ok. You’re strong. I know you can do this,” Makoto brushed his thumb over the top of Leon’s hand in an attempt to comfort him.

“Thanks,” Leon glanced to the side.

A door opened, and three nurses entered. One of them, they both recognized as one of their upperclassmen, Mikan, who was likely interning here for her talent as the ultimate nurse.

“Hi, how are we doing?” One of the nurses said, rather upbeat.

Leon shrunk into the hospital bed he was sitting in, anxious about starting, but still held onto Makoto’s hand.

“This is dumb,” He grumbled quietly.

“W-Well i-in order for your- ... -for your arm t-to fully h-heal, y-you n-need to get the s-surgery. S-So it’s not d-dumb,” Mikan, the other nurse replied.

“He’s a bit anxious,”

“No I’m not!”

“Don’t be scared! You won’t even know it’s happening,” one of the nurses reassured.

“Chill, I’m not scared. Just think this is Stupid. That’s all,”

”C-Could you lay d-down?” Mikan asked.

Leon noticeably tensed.

“We’re not s-starting y-yet. W-We’re m-moving you to the pre-op room, but we’re j-just gonna check y-your vitals, ok?” The nurses moved over to raise the small protective bars on the side of the bed.

Two of them moved the bed into the operating room while Makoto walked beside the bed, making small-talk to a very anxious Leon, who, at this point had given up on trying not to seem nervous.

The third nurse stayed behind to sort out medications for the procedure.

It was a rush of taking blood pressure and temperature and other miscellaneous vital checks, but after a few minutes, an IV bag was brought up to the hospital bed.

Seeing that caused both Leon and Makoto to panic a little. Especially Leon.

Since he was a kid he hated those things. Plus, it meant they were starting.

Makoto was nervous because once Leon was under the anesthesia and asleep, he would have to leave his side until the procedure was done. He didn’t want to leave him though. He’d feel awful. Especially with how anxious he was about everything.

Makoto grabbed onto Leon’s hand to try and keep him calm.

But, judging by Leon’s death grip, he was nowhere near that.

‎“This is the anesthesia. It may take a second to work, but once it does, you’ll be completely asleep so you don’t feel any part of the surgery,” the nurse explained.

“And it goes in through an IV?” Leon’s tone alone was enough to tell he wasn’t just nervous being faced with the inevitability that he would go under surgery. He was terrified.

“Yep!”

“I’m gonna need you to put your arm down, please,” The nurse requested.

hesitantly, Makoto and Leon let go of each other’s hands, causing the anxiety to rise in both of them almost immediately.

The needle went into his arm, causing Leon to hiss in discomfort.

“Now, we’re gonna need you to count back from 10 for us.”

Makoto rested his hand on Leon’s good shoulder that wasn’t connected to his broken arm.

“T-Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven.. S..iix, ..fffi..” And with that, Leon was asleep, and Makoto was ushered out of the room to allow the operation to begin.

Makoto sat in the waiting room, anxiously scrolling through his notifications. He already was kind of worried. He didn’t want his boyfriend to wake up in any pain, or even be in any pain to that matter.

He got bored of looking at nothing, and began to get hungry.

He knew the hospital had a gift shop, so maybe he could go find himself something to eat and something nice he could get Leon while he was waiting.

Makoto got up from his seat and went to go find it.

“Excuse me, could you point me to the gift shop, please?” Makoto asked the man at the front desk.

“Yeah. It’s downstairs on the first floor. It’s labeled. You shouldn’t have a hard time finding it,” the man replied.

“Thank you.”

He stepped into the elevator and pressed the “1” button, which led to the first floor of the hospital.

The doors closed and the elevator began moving downwards.

With a “ding” the elevator reached the first floor.

Makoto walked out and started looking around for the gift shop.

A small indoor store labeled “gift shop” stood out.

That must be it.

Makoto entered the store.

The inside looked just like what you’d expect of a hospital gift shop.

It was filled with racks and racks of stuffed animals, “get-well-soon” cards, shirts, flowers, balloons, small candies and snacks, and a few other small objects.

Makoto walked around to find something to snack on and something for Leon.

The first thing that caught his eyes were the flower bouquets.

There was a large variety of flowers to choose from, but since he knew Leon likes the smell of lavender, he chose the lavender bouquet.

He looked around the store for some more nice things for his boyfriend after he wakes up.

The next thing that caught his eye was the rack of cards. He looked around at the “get-well-soon” to try and find something cute or funny.

He settled on a cute card with a corgi on the cover of it.

Makoto browsed the rest of the shop for anything else, and remembered he was hungry.

He browsed the shelf containing small snacks and found a row of stuffed bears holding a small jar of chocolates.

He had to get Leon one. They were just too cute. And, the chocolates would be good for the mood.

Makoto picked one up and put it with the rest of the gifts, and grabbed himself a bag of takis before moving to the checkout.

He checked out and returned back to his seat in the waiting room. Only about 15 minutes had passed, so it was back to the anxious boredom of scrolling through useless notifications and occasionally playing games that he had trouble focusing on.

But at least he had something to eat.

The minutes felt like hours, hours like days. Finally, after two anxious hours, a nurse came into the waiting room.

“Makoto?” A nurse called.

“That’s me.” He got up from his seat and fallowed the nurse somewhat eagerly with gifts in hand.

The nurse opened the door to the recovery room and walked him in.

“He may be a little loopy since he just woke up,” the nurse explained.

“Ok. Thank you so much!”

He walked into the recovery room and saw Leon in the bed, just barely awake.

“Hey Leon.”

Leon turned his head towards Makoto. “Who are you?”

“You don’t remember me?” Makoto softened his voice so he doesn’t overwhelm Leon.

“nah,” Leon replied, still only half awake.

“I’m Makoto, remember?” Leon had already fallen asleep again. This didn’t last long. He woke up again after a minute.

“Hey” Leon said still sounding dazed from the anesthesia.

“Hi Leon.”

Leon swiftly turned his head to him in surprise. “Wait how d’you know m’name?”

Makoto chucked in response.

“How?” Leon asked again.

“You told me.”

Leon looked at him confused.

“wwwhen?”

“Five years ago.”

Leon paused for a second, but seemed to have forgotten what he was going to say. “Hey koto.”

“hmm?”

“You’re the most beautiful person I’ve evrseen.”

‏‏‎ This took Makoto by surprise. He could feel a blush spread across his face.“Thank you!”

“you’re sweet and perfect and cute and amazing and beautiful,” Leon started to ramble, sounding no less dazed than when Makoto had first came in to visit him.

“Well, I think YOU’RE the most beautiful person that I’ve ever seen,” Makoto replied, still blushing.

Leon paused. “Nah, syou.”

‏‏‎Makoto chuckled. “If you say so.”

“Yeah I’m sure.”

‏‏ ‎There was a brief silence.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” Leon questioned.

Makoto shook his head.

“You got a boyfriend?”

Makoto nodded his head. Leon looked slightly disappointed.

“Who s’it?”

“It’s you, Leon.” A smile grew on Makoto’s face.

Leon’s eyes widened.

“How???” He asked. “How’d I get such a cute guy?”

Makoto chuckled fondly.

“I asked myself the same thing when you asked me out.” Makoto smiled fondly when remembering that day.

“No way...”

Tho two continued chatting until Leon finally was able to fully wake up. That was when a doctor came in to discharge him.

The few papers given were filled out and Leon was discharged.

They returned to the car and began to drive back home.

“Oh, I got you some stuff from the gift shop,” Makoto told Leon, who was in the back seat with a blanket he’d brought from home

“you did?” Leon could feel himself beginning to smile.

“Mhm!”

“You really didn’t have to do that, man.”

“I know. I just felt really bad when you got so anxious back there.”

“Don’t remind me,” Leon grumbled, embarrassed.

“Sorry. I won’t judge, though!”

A small smile grew on Leon’s face. “Thanks.”

The car pulled into the driveway and both got out. Before the surgery, they’d agreed to have Leon stay at Makoto’s house the rest of the day. Leon didn’t exactly have the best relationship with his dad and being around him wouldn’t be the best thing right after the stress of surgery.

“Do you wanna go take a rest?” Makoto could tell Leon was tired, seeing as he was on the verge of falling asleep in the back of the car.

“That would be nice,” Leon replied with a yawn.

“You can go lay down in my room. And I’ll bring you those gifts I got you earlier,” Makoto offered.

Leon nodded his head, and tightly hugged Makoto with his good arm. “What did I do to deserve such an amazing boyfriend?”

He let go and walked himself to bed. Makoto came in soon after with a bouquet of lavender, a small stuffed bear with chocolates, and a card.

Leon could feel himself smile from the kind gesture. “You didn’t have to do all this man.” Leon was already red in the face.

“I know.” Makoto sat down on the bed. “But I wanted to.”

He handed him the lavenders first, which made his face light up.

“These are so pretty. Thank you so much dude!”

Makoto smiled in response and then handed him the bear and card. Both gifts were very Makoto gifts to give, and that was what made Leon so happy. That they were clearly given by Makoto.

“I love these so much. Thanks dude.”

Makoto was beaming at this point.

“I was about to lay down. Wouldja wanna join me?” Leon asked.

“I’d love to.”

They both laid down and pulled the covers over them.

“Here wait. The doctor said it would be good to elevate your arm. Would you like a pillow for that?” Makoto offered.

“Sure. Thanks so much dude. Really.”

Leon slipped his arm out of the sling and put it on the pillow.

He pulled Makoto to his chest with his good arm and holding him firmly, placing the occasional kiss on his forehead.

“Hey,” Leon said, beginning to feel himself fall asleep. “Hmm?”

“You know, I love you so much. You really mean the world to me man,” Leon pressed his face gently against the other’s.

“You too.” Makoto wrapped both of his arms around the other, pulling him into a tight hold. He still kept his broken arm in mind and was extremely careful with any area around it, making sure he applied minimal pressure to the area.

“I love you, man.”

“Love you too”

And with that, soft snores could be heard coming from Leon, and Makoto fallowed soon after.

Before they knew it, they were both asleep in the other’s arms.

#naeleonweek2020 #naeleon #fluff #flowers #surgery #hospitals #this is so late and I’m sorry #kuwaegi #leonaegi #lucky strike #luckystrike #this sucks but I tried #makuwata #leokoto

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warriorofdragons · 5 years

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Light in the Dark Chapter 2: Recovery and Introductions

Word Count: 5.7k

Warnings: Language

You wake up to find yourself in a hospital bed. Although the room you’re in is definitely no hospital. You attempt to sit up, but whimper at the burst of pain in your side.

“Don’t move,” a man’s voice says, “You’ll only make it worse.”

Glancing to the side, you see a man in armored gear over medical scrubs standing beside the bed. Not taking your eyes off of the man, you slowly settle back down. A bit of movement catches your eye and you spot another individual similarly dressed walk away from you and out of the room. Your eyes widen when you notice that the “door” to this room has bars on it. It currently sits open but you see a heavily armed guard just opposite the door, staring silently into the room.

You have no memory of how you got here or where here even is. Looking down you notice there’s one of those heart rate things on your finger and an IV in your arm. Reaching with your left hand to pull up the collar of the hospital gown you’re dressed in; you see there’s a fresh bandage on your wound.

“Don’t touch that.”

You bristle at the man’s voice.

Smoothing the gown back down, you bring the blankets over you. You stare up at him, but he doesn’t even move to look at you. You can’t see his face, but you decide it wouldn’t be a good idea to ask him any questions.

The sound of footsteps across the hard floor draws your attention. Looking back towards the door, you see a blue-haired elf followed by a big, red-haired man. They both stroll towards you and stop at the foot of your bed. The elf glances at the man still standing beside you and nods at him. The man moves away from you and quickly makes his way out of the room. You stare silently at the two in front of you. The elf’s blue hair is mostly tucked behind his ears save for two strands which fall just in front.

He’s well dressed of course, what elf isn’t?

His three-piece suit is a dark purple, the jacket has leaves and vines in a lighter purple embroidered across his shoulders and down his lapels. The vest continues this motif by being completely embroidered. His pocket square and his tie are the same lavender color, and as your eyes drift to his neck you fix your gaze on the silver gorget tucked neatly over his tie and under his vest. You can only actually make out a few of the words, but you don’t need to read it. The gorgeous elf in front of you was just like most of the elven men you’d seen in elf town.

Your eyes shift from the elf to his human companion. The big man was rather plain in comparison, his suit was brown and black, his hair being the only color that stood out on him. There’s a glint of metal near his waist and as you focus on it, you stiffen when you realize that it’s a badge.

Your eyes focus on the elf once more, “Who are you?” you ask.

The elf lifts his head up, “The Special Agent in Charge,” he replies.

Special Agent? Oh no.

“Where am I?” you ask.

“What didn’t nobody tell ya? You’re in the Magic Task Force HQ,” the red-haired man interjects.

Your eyes widen and you can hear the rate monitor beside you spike.

This is your worst nightmare. This is exactly what you’ve feared all these years.

“How did you find me?” you question trying to harden your resolve.

The Special Agent tilts his head at you, “You don’t remember?”

You don’t. You really don’t.

“It’s all kinda fuzzy,” is your response.

He studies you carefully. His human counterpart chuckles, “Sweetheart, you called us.”

“What?” you whisper horrified.

“Yeah, you practically begged us to come rescue you,” he continues.

Shaking your head, he has to be lying there’s no way you would call the very people you were trying to avoid. That was the last thing on your mind. The only way you would have done something like that is if…it was a last resort.

Realization hits you and you gingerly place your left hand on your side. Looking back to the elf, he still has his head tilted at you. Probably waiting for you to come to this conclusion on your own.

“How bad was it when you found me?” you ask tentatively.

He raises his head and takes a long inhale and slowly exhales lowering his head again. You hated it when elves did that.

It was a well-practiced move that looked casual, but in actuality he’s scenting you from across the room. When an elf wanted to scare someone they would get in their personal space to smell them. You know your fear must be radiating off of you but whether or not he enjoys it, he makes no show of it.

Dipping his head down, he closes his eyes for a moment and then opens them again to stare directly at you.

“You had lost a lot of blood. You were barely conscious and likely delirious,” he said simply.

“It’s probably why you were so flirty on the phone,” the ginger says with a smile.

“What?!” you exclaim, again horrified.

“I was flirting with you?” you ask.

He shakes his head, “Not me, Ol’ Kandomere here,” he says nodding towards the elf.

“Montehugh,” the elf sighs. His eyes dart towards the man as if he’d wished that he hadn’t mentioned that.

Flirting with the elf you could believe, the man’s gruff voice did nothing for you.

Kandomere’s on the other hand….

To put it simply his voice was…. nice.

You remember being alone, had you heard that voice in a compromised state like the elf suggests. Well, might as well if the odds are you aren’t going to live very long.

But you had lived and now the embarrassment was creeping it’s way into your face.

“Kandomere is it?” you begin.

“If you say that’s a nice name I swear,” Montehugh interjects.

“I- what? I wasn’t…how many times have I said that?” you blurt out confused.

The man takes his hand out of his pocket and holds up two fingers, smiling. You think for a moment, “Wait, when was the second time?”

“I was just about to get to that,” Kandomere states, looking at his counterpart, he then strides towards over to you until he’s standing next to your bed. Reaching into his jacket pocket he pulls out something small and sets it in your lap. Picking it up you examine it.

It’s a leather restraint.

What’s left of one anyways. There’s a part where it’s…been burnt through.

You swallow.

“After surgery you woke up sooner than anticipated. Evidently, the anesthesia did not agree with you,” he explains. “You suffered a panic attack and then attacked my men.”

You screw your eyes tight. “Did I kill anyone?” you ask fearful of the answer.

“No.”

You look up at the elf in both surprise and relief. He raises his eyebrows, taking note of your reaction. He extends his hand towards you, palm facing upwards. You place the restraint back in his hand and he pockets it.

“No one suffered any injuries either,” he replies, walking back to rejoin his companion.

“I-I don’t like to be tied down,” is all you manage to say.

“Apparently not,” he remarks.

“Now, how did you sustain your injuries?” the elf questions.

“I was attacked,” you respond.

“By?” he inquires.

“By a dragon,” you whisper quietly.

“The L.A. Dragon doesn’t go around attacking people. Unless they attacked him first,” Montehugh says pointedly.

“It wasn’t him okay!” you exclaim. “It was another dragon, a grayish-blue dragon with orange eyes,” you say quietly, casting your eyes downward. “Burning orange eyes.”

Montehugh looks to Kandomere.

“What else can you remember about that night?” Kandomere asks.

Rubbing your forehead, “Um, well there was an elf with him for one,” you say.

“An elf?” he asks, surprised, “What did this elf look like?”

You sigh, “He was tall, had silver hair, typical elven eye color… you… you know,” you say gesturing towards Kandomere.

“Is there anything else?” he questions.

“Because that’s real specific, no seriously it’s a lot to go off,” Montehugh says sarcastically.

“It was fucking dark okay!” you exclaim. “And I was a little bit more preoccupied with the dragon bearing down on me.” You attempt to cross your arms but immediately wince the moment you so much as move a shoulder and stop.

“Alright, that’s enough,” the elf says looking to Montehugh.

The man pulls his hands out of his pockets and puts them up in a relenting fashion. The big man sighs, “Are there any other details you’d like to share with us? Like where were you when this happened? Was there anyone with you? How did you escape? No, seriously how? It’s a dragon.”

You blink, “One: outside the city,” you say, counting off on your fingers. “Two: no it was just me, the elf, and the dragon,” you lie. “And three: I used a magic portal.”

“You made a magic portal?” Kandomere asks.

“Yes,” you lie again.

“Oh, also the elf is also a Bright,” you add.

“That might have been good to have mentioned at the beginning,” the man says. Montehugh then looks to Kandomere, “I guess we got one down, one to go.”

“It would appear so,” the elf replies, glancing at his companion.

“Okay just so we’re clear the dragon gave you that gash on your side?” the big man questions gesturing towards you. You nod.

“How are you not dead?” Montehugh asks.

“It was just a scratch, like when you smack a fly out of the air, it was at least lessened by the protection spell I had up,” you reply.

“Protection spell?” he asks.

“It’s like a dome of magic energy, with a radius of about five feet,” you explain.

“Ah,” he says nodding. “Like a bubble.”

You smile, “Like a bubble.”

You swear for a brief moment there’s a tiny upward tug at the corner of Kandomere’s mouth, but then just like that it’s gone again.

“And the storm?” the elf asks.

“Ah about that, I…that was me,” you admit, “I was using it to hide from you guys and the elf.”

Kandomere nods.

“If you could give us an approximation of where you were the other night, so that we can investigate and see if we can’t find this elf and this dragon,” Kandomere says.

You tell them to the best of your knowledge, after all it wasn’t your idea to head out there in first place. And then they take their leave and you’re left alone with your thoughts. The memories of what really happened playing over and over again in your head.

*******

You had just finished the lunch they had brought you when the elf walked into the room. He headed straight for you and when he got near, pulled a stool up next to your bed and sat down.

“Yes?” you ask hesitantly. He’s without his jacket currently and sporting a silver-gray vest with a black tie and slacks.

He crosses his arms and eyes you for a moment.

“Yesterday after lunch the cameras in here went dead for about ten seconds,” he states. You swallow.

“What were you doing in those ten seconds, Hm?” he asks.

His eyes flicker over to your left arm. You look and remember that you’re bruises are now gone. Fuck! You shouldn’t have been so obvious!

Turning back to him, he levels his gaze with yours.

“Well? Show me what you were up to,” he says.

Nervously you clench your fists and lower your gaze.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he says softly. You meet his eyes once again and there’s this… gentleness you hadn’t expected from him in those silver eyes.

You pull back the covers and slowly lift up the shirt you had been given, just past your navel. Enough so that you could both see the edge of the bandage and the wound. Tenderly removing the bottom part of the bandage, you place your left hand on your abdomen.

Kandomere leans forward and his eyes dart from your hand to your face.

You close your eyes and focus. After a moment you feel a warmth spread from your hand to your abdomen and from there to your chest. And you feel you can breathe a little easier.

You have to stop though, because you feel a wave of exhaustion suddenly hit you. Slowly, you open your eyes and you blink a few times. Then you focus on Kandomere, who tilts his head at you and leans back.

“Was that all?” he asks an amused smile on his face.

You nod tiredly. His brows pinch together slightly.

“You don’t need to do that. It’s not necessary for-“

“It hurts Kandomere,” you interrupt him. You take a few slow breaths, “It hurts to move, it hurts to breathe.”

“We have pain medicine to help with that,” he offers.

“And what about the elf?” You ask shaking your head, “I’m human, it’ll take me months maybe even a year to heal. Do you really think that elf is gonna wait for me to get better? Or do you think he’s going to take the opportunity to finish me off?” you question.

His expression is unreadable, but there’s that slight pinch in his brows again.

“Alright,” he says.

“What?” you ask confused.

He stands, uncrossing his arms, “I’ll let you keep healing yourself,” he replies.

You’re momentarily stunned; you hadn’t expected to be able to convince him.

“Provided,” he leans in close, “that you stop tampering with the cameras and other equipment. And you don’t use any other magic without my authorization,” he says.

“Deal?”

You nod. “Deal.”

“Good, I’ll get the medics to start redressing your wound after lunch from now on. At this rate you’ll heal over those stitches,” he continues.

You hadn’t thought about that. You hadn’t thought too far ahead in all honesty. You just wanted out of here.

“I need you to work with us, not against us,” Kandomere finishes.

You smile at him and nod, “I can do that.” He smiles back, “Now get some rest,” he says, and with that he leaves you alone once again.

*******

It takes you about five more days after that to finish healing your wound, until all you’re left with is a scar. To your continued surprise, the elf had come to check in on you every day. He hadn’t told you any more details about your case, only that he was still looking into it. You had been disappointed by that; you were honestly hoping that they would have caught the guy by now. Although, if you and your “Aunt” Selina were able to give them the run around, the elf almost certainly would.

At least today they were going to let you go home.

“Here,” one of the agents says, handing you a bin with some fresh clothes and a pair of shoes. The man was dressed in a suit and had a gun and badge on his hip, but at least you could see his face. You frown looking down at it and lift your head to stare at him.

“These are mine,” you say.

“Yeah,” he responds.

“From my apartment,” you state flatly.

“Well, I mean they searched your place obviously,” he retorts.

Your shoulders slump.

“One of the female agents picked that up for you, the other day though,” he adds, waving at it.

You sigh, and take a moment to look through it. There’s a pair of jeans, some flats, a grey, plain t-shirt, and matching bra and underwear.

Now you definitely know a woman picked this out.

It’s all relatively plain but comfortable clothing, at least you won’t stand out too much. Also, a man would have never picked matching underwear.

You take the bin and go to the bathroom to change. They’ve been relatively unconcerned about you going to the bathroom alone, because the bathroom you’ve been using is a single person one anyway and there aren’t any windows. They also post guards outside the door if you do decide to try anything. But you’ve been well behaved since you woke up (the second time), which has earned you a little leniency, (though you suspect the elf might have had something to do with it as well).

You get dressed and try to get a look at yourself on the reflective surface of the faucet. There’s no mirror in here. They’re not foolish enough to give you something potentially sharp you could use. You comb your fingers through your hair and grumble to yourself; it’s dirty and needs to be washed, but that’ll have to wait until you get home.

When you exit the bathroom, the agent walks you down a series of hallways and stairs until you get to the main entrance of the building. The agent checks his watch before putting his hands in his pockets, clearly bored. Looking through the double glass doors, you can see a couple more buildings not far from here.

You’re only made to wait a couple of minutes however, before you start to see two familiar faces walking towards you. The agent glances up at them, “Ah, there they are right on time.”

Kandomere and Montehugh walk through the two doors and up to you.

“Hey! Look at you up and walking around,” Montehugh remarks.

You smile at him and shake your head.

“Can I go home now?” you ask.

“Not quite we still have a few things to discuss,” Kandomere says.

Your shoulders droop, “But I thought-“

“Soon I promise,” he responds, holding a hand up.

You still didn’t fully trust him, but he has kept his promises so far. And you get the feeling you don’t really have a choice in the matter anyway.

The agent claps his hands together, ”Well, she’s all yours,” he says, more than happy to be rid of you. Kandomere nods to the man.

The elf then gestures for you to follow him. And you walk between the two as you leave with Montehugh in front and Kandomere behind you. Stepping outside you breathe deep at the scent of fresh air. And hope that it’s not the last time.

You walk from the building you were in, to the larger of the neighboring buildings. This one appears to be the main office building and as you enter, the three of you walk past the reception desk to the elevators. Upon entering one of them, the two flank you and Montehugh presses the floor button. As the elevator goes up, you shift uncomfortably. The elf spares you a brief, sideways glance, before looking forwards once more. The elevator stops and the doors open and the elf lightly places a hand on your back, urging you forward. You obey and step out and then the two escort you down the hallway. You pass by an open area with a bunch of desks and other agents milling about. Most of them are human with a couple of elves speaking to lower ranked agents. But you do see a handful of dwarves working on paperwork at their desks. You continue past this area and past what appears to be a break room, along with several closed office doors. Glancing down a hallway you stop.

There’s a woman’s bathroom. And you forgot to actually use the bathroom earlier.

“I have to go to the bathroom,” you say. Both agents turn to look at you. Montehugh furrows his brows, “Look, if you think we’re just gonna let you walk around unsupervised.”

Knitting your brows together, you stare at him a moment, “I would like to request a female agent,” you finally say.

“That can be arranged, Montehugh?” Kandomere prompts, turning to the man.

Montehugh smiles, “Heh, yeah I think I know just the lady for the job.”

The big man briskly walks away and after a few minutes, of which you stood in awkward silence with the elf, he returns with a dwarven woman. Her long red hair is pulled into a thick braid that runs down her back. She’s wearing a purple blouse with a black cardigan and black slacks. And a gun holstered on her hip.

“This is Agent McTavish,” Montehugh declares with a smug smile.

Her green eyes are fixed on you untrustingly. You can’t really blame her, she’s just been asked to watch a human Bright.

“Gwendolyn, if you please,” Kandomere says.

She stiffens a little at the use of her first name.

“Alright, come on,” she says motioning you in the direction of the bathroom. “Let’s get this over with,” she then mumbles.

McTavish has you walk in front of her into the bathroom, her hand placed over her sidearm. As you go into one of the stalls and turn around to close the door you see her staring unblinking at you, and you slowly close the door, finally breaking the uncomfortable eye contact.

When you lift up your shirt, you spot the still fading scar on your right side. You brush your fingers over the mark. With a few more healing sessions it’ll be completely gone, but you need to recoup your strength first. You let out a sigh and finish up, carefully opening the door when you reemerge. That’s when you notice the shoes Agent McTavish is wearing. They’re a pair of white and black Mary Jane heels with little, black bows on them.

“Your shoes are cute,” you comment pointing to them.

“Thank you,” she deadpans, refusing to take her eyes off of you.

You smile at her and walk to the sink. Agent McTavish moves to stand behind you. Washing your hands you look up and can barely see her head and shoulders over the counter.

“Hey how do you-“ you start to ask.

“There’s a stool,” she says flatly, interrupting you.

You look under the counter and sure enough there’s a wooden stepping stool tucked under the counter. “Oh,” you reply.

You dry your hands and once again she has you walk in front of her as you leave the bathroom. She then escorts you back to Kandomere and Montehugh.

“Thanks, Gwen,” Montehugh says.

She nods at him and then walks away.

“Alright, Sweetheart, let’s go,” Montehugh says with a smirk.

You sigh and follow the two agents once more.

The two lead you down a hallway to a door and Kandomere opens it for you. You walk into the rather spacious office. It was bigger than the other offices you had passed earlier leading you to presume this one must belong to the elf. Directly on the opposite end from you was a heavy wooden desk with a leather office chair and two leather chairs in front of it. The large glass windows that covered the entire wall behind the desk had the blinds pulled open letting in the afternoon light. To the right there was a leather couch with a glass coffee table in front of it and a standing coat rack beside it. To the left there were a couple more leather chairs turned out at an angle to face one another with a small end table between them, along with some filing cabinets on the side furthest from you. Kandomere strides over to behind the desk and takes a seat, and gesturing to one of the chairs in front of him he says, “Please, sit.” You sit in the left chair and Montehugh sits in the one next to you.

Once you’ve made yourself comfortable the elf speaks, “We’ve investigated the area you’ve specified and there’s nothing there.”

“What?!” you blurt out shocked.

“There’s nothing there, because it’s been glassed,” Montehugh announces.

You look from the man to the elf.

“Which is evidence enough that a dragon was there,” Kandomere states. “However they have covered their tracks and it will be difficult to find them,” he continues.

You lower your head.

“We did find something else,” he says, reaching into his desk and pulling out a file. Opening it he takes out a few photos and places them on the desk in front of you. You pick up the pictures and examine them, the twisted and melted bits of metal that was your car is almost unrecognizable.

“Had a chopper sweep the area to look for anything else, found that about ten miles from the site,” Montehugh explains, tapping the photos in your hand.

“Bastard, flew off with my car,” you scowl.

“I was hoping it’d still be okay but-“ you mutter.

You glance up and Kandomere has his eyebrows raised slightly and his fingers steepled as he rests his arms on the chair.

“I tried to make a run for it when the dragon showed up, but then he just picked up my car and disappeared with it,” you explain.

His pale eyes stare at you closely.

“You had a bag with you, when we found you,” Kandomere begins.

You’re afraid you know where this is going.

“Yes,” you admit.

“And in it we found a couple of spellbooks: one in Övüsi and the other in English,” he continues. And there it is.

“There were also some spell components. Our guys down in the lab think they were a part of a tracking spell,” Montehugh chimes in.

“And a number of the components had already been used,” Kandomere states.

“So I will ask this once, what were you doing out there?” he asks flatly.

You can’t tell him. If you tell him, you’ll definitely end up in prison.

“I was looking for something,” you say.

“That much is obvious. What were you looking FOR?” the elf questions, his tone serious.

“A necklace,” you say. It’s not entirely the truth, but it’s not exactly a lie either.

“It…it belonged to my Aunt. My ex-boyfriend stole it and told me he threw it out there. So I went looking for it,” you lie.

He raises his head slightly and his eyes move from you to Montehugh and then back.

“But it started to get dark and I got a little lost heading back to the car and that’s when I accidentally stumbled on the elf,” you continue to lie.

“Then what happened?” Kandomere questions.

“He seemed angry that I had discovered him and shouted something into the sky,” you say.

“Like what?” Montehugh asks.

“I don’t know,” you admit, shaking your head. That much is true, you don’t know what language the elf spoke but it hadn’t been Övüsi.

“Then the dragon flew down and scorched the ground. I put up a spell to protect myself and then tried to run to the car,” you explain. “The dragon took off with it, then came back, landed and did this,” you finish, gesturing to your side.

Kandomere nods, “Thank you, for clearing that up. Now, seeing as you don’t have a car, I will have a couple of agents escort you home.”

“We’re also gonna be watching your place for a while,” Montehugh says, “Don’t want you skipping town on us.”

“Oh one more thing,” Kandomere speaks, reaching into another drawer. He pulls out a clear plastic bag containing: your wallet, keys and cell phone and hands it to you. You open the bag and take out your cellphone; noting that it’s been switched off.

“I’ve taken the liberty of programming my work cell number into your phone. Should you need me,” he offers.

You stare blankly at your phone. Did the elf just give you his number? I mean it’s his work number, but still.

“I won’t, but thanks,” you reply, and stuff the phone into your back pocket.

“Can I go now?” you plead.

“You may,” he replies.

Montehugh stands, “Alright, come on, Sweetheart,” he says.

“Don’t call me that,” you snap with agitation.

You follow him out of the room and back down the hallway until you reach that room with all the desks again. The two of you maneuver through them until you spot a familiar face. The dwarven woman from earlier is silently watching you approach, along with a pale man with greasy, slicked back hair.

“This is Agent Davidson and you’re already familiar with McTavish,” Montehugh states. You nod.

“Alright now play nice, Princess,” Montehugh remarks with a pat to your shoulder before walking away. You sigh at the new moniker he has chosen. Turning your attention back to the two agents, “So is this your partner?” you ask her.

“No,” she responds quickly.

“Her partner is out sick, so I’m fillin’ in,” Agent Davidson explains.

“She usually sits right over there,” and he points to a desk with a nameplate that reads: ‘Hernández.’

You look at her desk and then look across from it to see that Davidson’s faces hers.

“Maybe she got sick of staring at you,” you joke.

McTavish covers her face with her hand and tries to hold back a snort. Davidson frowns.

“Alright, let’s go,” he says now shoving you in the direction of the elevators.

McTavish follows, “Sick of staring at you,” you hear her snicker under her breath.

*******

They escort you to your apartment and you unlock the door. You flip on the lights and walk into the living room. Agent McTavish stays at the threshold of the open door, while Agent Davidson stays in the hall.

You knew that the MTF had searched your place. As soon as they had found out your name you knew they would come here.

But looking at it?

It’s more disheartening in person.

The books have been thrown off the shelves, the couch cushions and pillows thrown to the floor. The potted plants have been uprooted, ripped from their containers and soil is now spilt all over the floor. And it seems someone stepped in it at some point, because there’s boot prints leading around the room and then out the door. From here you can see they’ve gone through the cabinets in your kitchen and left a lot of the drawers and doors open. Glancing at your bedroom down the hall to the left, you can see that your clothes have been strewn about the floor. Turning your attention back to the living room, you spot a picture frame that had fallen off the wall and onto the floor. It’s laying face down and when you walk over to it and crouch to pick it up, you’re met with the tinkling of glass as it falls out of the frame.

Shoulders slumped, you sigh and place it back down.

You can clean later.

You look over at McTavish who’s taken a few steps in and is looking around. She opens her mouth to say something then thinking better of it, closes it again.

You walk back over to her, “I’m probably just gonna take a shower and then head to bed,” you state, gesturing down the hall.

“Um, there’ll be an agent by tomorrow morning to pick you up,” McTavish says.

“Alright, what time?” you question in a quiet, emotionless voice.

“Eight,” McTavish answers.

You nod. Agent McTavish looks around again and fixes you with a look of sympathy. It’s a far cry from earlier today, but at the moment you just want to be left alone.

“Well, goodnight,” McTavish says.

“Goodnight,” you respond, shutting the door as she and Agent Davidson leave. You lock the door and put the chain over it.

Walking to your room you turn the light on, you briefly survey the damage you couldn’t see from the hall, set the plastic bag down, and reach into an already open drawer from the dresser and pull out a pair of panties and a nightgown. Then you walk into the bathroom and set it on the counter. You take off your shirt and then move to take off your pants and realize that your phone is still in your back pocket. Turning it on, a cursory glance shows you have no new notifications, but looking through the missed calls you have plenty of them.

Of course they looked through your messages.

Dozens of missed calls from people at work, your boss, and… your Mom. Closing your eyes tight, you then switch to look at your voicemails.

It’s full.

The most recent ones are from your Mom, there’s some from your boss, and your coworkers too. You scroll back further and stop when you see a familiar name. Selina.

You stare at it for a moment and then press play.

You hold the phone to your ear and after a moment you hear a voice, “Hello, it’s me. I think I have a lead on where we might find that thing I was telling you about. Meet me in our usual spot in an hour.”

Tears well up in your eyes and begin to stream down your cheeks.

Taking the phone you stalk back to your room and throw it down on the dresser and return to the bathroom and slam the door. You take off the rest of your clothes and hop in the shower. Turning on the water, you lean back against the wall and bury your face in your hands, and sob.

You don’t know how long you stayed in the shower, but at some point when you’ve calmed down somewhat, you actually manage to wash your hair and use soap. Eventually, you do get out when the water turns cold and forces you to. Drying off with a towel, you put on the clean clothes and wander to your bedroom.

Spotting the phone you pick it up absentmindedly and plug it into the charger you left near your bed. Whoever had searched your apartment had also searched under the mattress and you take a moment to shove it back into place. Placing the comforter and pillows back onto the bed, you close the bedroom door and turn out the light. You sit on the bed a moment staring into space and then reach to pull the covers back. You rest you head on the pillow and curl up, wrapping the covers tight around you. You close your eyes and try to go to sleep.

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It’s All Art ~ 88

Charlotte was sitting up in the bed looking comfortable when the two men walked in the door. Oscar immediately went to her, took her hand, and kissed her, “How you doing, baby?”

When she looked over he saw tiredness in her eyes.

“A little worse than last time you saw me. They kept making me move things that hurt.”

He brushed her hair behind her ear, “You tell me who and I’ll take care of them.” Oscar nodded toward Adam, “I’ve got back up.”

She smiled then winced as she moved her leg, “Did you call my parents?” He explained his plan and she nodded her agreement, “Good idea.”

Leslie walked over and was checking her arm, “Dr. Warren put a rush on the results. Shouldn’t be long. The police were by while you were gone. They think you may have scratched him so I’m going to clean out from under your nails. May help find him.” She laid the call button over Charlotte’s lap, “You push that if you need anything. There’s ice and water in the pitcher if you’re thirsty.”

They were left to their own devices for half an hour. Oscar sat in the chair next to her bed, holding her hand, and touching her with his other. Adam sat against the wall at the foot of the bed. Charlotte moved as little as possible, but couldn’t seem to get comfortable.

Dr. Warren came in and stood on the opposite side of the bed from where Oscar was. “How are you feeling, Charlotte?”

“My head is absolutely killing me.”

Dr. Warren frowned and nodded, “That would be the concussion. I’m sorry, but that’s going to stick around for awhile. We’ve got the results from your tests and I’m glad to report there’s nothing alarming in the findings. You’ll need some stitches for that cut on your forehead. Your ankle is just sprained, nothing broken. We’ll get that wrapped up for you, but no walking on it for at least four days. You have three cracked ribs. No internal injuries.”

Charlotte turned her attention from the Dr. to Oscar, “Notice that he’s left my arm until last?”

“Yeah, I did notice that.” Oscar leaned over and kissed her head before turning his attention back to the Dr.

“Your arm will be fine. Your forearm has two bones and both of yours are broken. One isn’t displaced, but the other looks like it was twisted too. It’s a bad break. I’ve consulted with an orthopedist and he recommends surgery to add a plate and some screws to stabilize the bone. We’ll put a brace on down here until surgery in the morning.”

Charlotte went wide eyed, “In the morning? This is going to hurt until the morning.”

A few tears escaped and Oscar realized she was struggling more than she let on.

Oscar squeezed her hand and Dr. Warren put a hand on her shoulder. “The brace with help. We decided it’s best to let your body recover some before subjecting it to surgery. We’ll get you stitched and wrapped up then send you upstairs for the night. Baring any problems you’ll be able to go home tomorrow.”

“Is anesthesia safe with the concussion?” Oscar guessed that was part of waiting until the morning.

“Her concussion isn’t severe. She did lose consciousness, but there’s no way to know if that was all concussion or a reaction to the trauma. We’ll watch, but right now it seems to just be the headache and memory loss. Also, she won’t be under general anesthesia for the surgery. We use a nerve block under her arm and a short acting medication that will put her to sleep, but nothing to the level of a general anesthesia.”

“Good, good.” Oscar was processing and trying to ask any questions to tell her family.

“A’right, we’ll start getting you patched up. If you have any questions have Leslie get me.”

Oscar gave Charlotte a quick kiss, “I’ll be right back.” He followed Dr. Warren out into the hall, “Dr. Warren, I’m sure all your surgeons are great, but I want her to have the best. Pretend it’s me in there. Oh, and a plastic surgeon to sew up her head and close the incision. She’s got insurance and I’ll cover anything insurance doesn’t.”

Dr. Warren smiled, “Dr. Henry is our best orthopedic surgeon. I’ve known him for years and called him myself to make sure he’d take the case. I’ll take care of the plastic surgeon for her stitches.”

“I hope I didn’t offend you.” Oscar wasn’t one to make demands or ask for special treatment, but this was different. Charlotte was different. For her, he’d use whatever celebrity or money could buy.

“Not at all.”

Oscar shook his hand and ducked back into the room.

Charlotte glared at him, “What have you been up to?”

“Making sure a plastic surgeon does your stitches. Less scaring.”

“Oh, brilliant.” She reached her hand out and he brought it to his mouth for a kiss. “You don’t have to stay in here. I’ll be fine. I know how you feel about needles.”

“Lucky for you I feel a lot more about you.” He kissed her hand again, the one with the IV. “If they’d let me in the operating room just to hold your hand or stroke your hair I’d be there. If I pass out or throw up you can laugh at me.”

Charlotte shook her head and winced with the pain of the movement, “I’d never laugh at you for trying to take care of me.” Her eyes over flowed with tears.

“Hey, hey, don’t do that.” He wiped them away with his thumbs. “Salty tears and scrapes on your cheeks don’t mix. Plus, if you start crying I will to.”

“Why will you start crying?” She sniffled, but the tears were still coming.

Oscar was close enough to kiss the tears away, “Because you’re hurt and I can’t fix it. I love you and if you hurt, I hurt.”

“I love you.”

He kissed her lips and felt her pull her hand away from his. A second later her fingers laced into his hair. “I know you do.” He rubbed his nose against hers, kissed her cheek, and laid his cheek against hers. That was the closest to a hug he could do.

They stayed that was for a minute or two. Not saying anything, just being quiet together. Charlotte breathed him in, relaxing from his closeness. Oscar listened to her breathing slow down and knew she was calming down. He kissed her cheek again then met her eyes and smiled. Charlotte smiled back, “Can you call my parents? Matt.”

“Sure.” Oscar looked over his shoulder to Adam, “Will you stay with her?”

“Do I get to enter the contest to try and steal your girl?”

“Give it your best shot, but I think I’ve got this sewn up.” He gave her hand to Adam, “Speaking of sewing, don’t let them start anything until I’m back.”

Adam threw him a salute and sat down, “So what are we going to do while he’s away?”

Oscar spotted Leslie and asked here were he could make a phone call. She directed him to the ambulance entrance. He’d have some degree of privacy there. Luckily, he’d use the multi calling feature on his phone before. First he got her parents then Matt.

“Hey, Oscar, sorry, I’m in the middle of something, can I call you back?”

“No, Matt. I’ve got your parents on the phone too.”

Before he could say anything else, Alexis spoke up, “What’s happened to Charlotte?”

The panic in her voice was easy to hear, so Oscar hit the important part first. “She’s going to be fine. She’s not in any danger, she’s going to be fine.” He realized he was talking to himself as much as them. “Let me tell you what’s happened.” Despite having seen the video, Oscar opted for the short, detail less version. She was attacked and didn’t remember anything. He went into more detail of her injuries and what the plan was. “Her head and arm hurt, but they’re giving her pain meds. I can take her home tomorrow.”

Micah asked, “Should we come?”

Oscar was shaking his head as he answered, “I don’t think you need to drop everything and fly up here, but she’s your daughter. I know she’d rather visit with you when she’s not drugged up. Once she’s upstairs in her room we’ll call you back and you can talk to her.”

“I’ll head to hospital now.” They could hear Matt making his way through a group of people. “Soon as I find Abby.”

“Matt, just text me when you get here and I’ll come get you.”

“Take care of our daughter, Oscar.”

Alexis added, “And tell her we love her.”

“Will do.”

Oscar walked back and found another Dr. With Charlotte. Oscar held out his hand and introduced himself. The woman did the same, “I’m Dr. Lucian. I was just looking at this laceration.”

Oscar took his place back beside Charlotte, holding her hand and clapping Adam on the shoulder as he walked away. He watched Charlotte tense as the Dr. touched around the cut. He gave her hand a squeeze to get her attention to him and winked at her, getting the smile he was hoping for.

Dr. Lucian stood up, “Sorry, I know that hurt.” She kept eye contact with Charlotte, “I don’t want to do stitches.”

“Really?” Charlotte pulled down her eyebrows until it hurt then relaxed, “Dr. Warren said it would need stitches.”

The Dr. smiled, “That’s the difference between A & E docs and a plastic surgeon. They think stitches. I think glue. Basically. Less scaring. More precise and delicate than stitches. I’ll put a couple of steri strips on just to be safe. They’ll fall off on their own in about a week.” She leaned in and looked at the scrapes on Charlotte’s cheek. “How did you get these?”

Charlotte shrugged. Oscar answered, “On the wall of the parking garage.”

“Better than the floor. I’ll clean that up and give you some cream that will help with healing. They’re not deep enough to worry about scaring. Use the cream on the forehead, your cheek, and once you’re out of the cast that incision.” the nurse who was with Dr. Lucian had taken out supplies and laid them out on the counter. Dr.Lucian talked Charlotte through cleaning and gluing her skin back together. She laid three steri strips over the newly joined skin. “Shampoo won’t hurt anything. Just wash gently with soap and water. Apply the cream. I’ll be in the operating room tomorrow to close up that incision. Make it where you don’t look as if you’ve slit your wrists.”

“Well, that’s a relief.”

Dr. Lucian turned her attention to the scrapes and lastly her lip. “I’m going to glue this too. It’s borderline, but close to the corner of your mouth and those have a tendenty to bleed and heal slower. This will help it along.” She glanced at Oscar, “Careful with your kisses.”

Oscar felt his cheeks blush and Charlotte laughed. Oscar’s text notification went off startling everyone. He cringed, “That’s going to be her brother.”

Charlotte smiled, “Matt’s here?”

“Did you seriously think he wouldn’t be?”

“Guess not.”

Adam waved, “I’ll go get him. I’ll stall for a few minutes to let you get finished up.”

Dr. Lucian finished with Charlotte’s lip, double checked her work and left the couple alone. For the first time. Oscar wanted as close as he could get. Sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning in close was the best he could do. Charlotte laid her IV arm along his leg with her hand on his hip. He kissed her softly, “How are you?” He kissed her again, “Really.” He met her eyes.

She bit the not injured side of her lip, “A bit better. I like knowing the plan and things getting underway. I hate that I can’t remember anything.”

“Give it time. It might come back.”

“Yeah. My face hurts less since she cleaned and glued me together. Everything is pretty manageable unless I move.” She stopped and raised an eyebrow, waiting for the rest. “There’s a boat load of emotional stuff that I’m pushing far far away. You should prepare yourself.”

“I got you, baby girl.”

She shook her head, “No, don’t be sweet. I’ll lose it and be a sobbing mess.”

Oscar backed up and looked around the room, acting like he was thinking. He looked back at her, “Suck it up, bitch?”

That got her laughing, “Much better.”

Matt came in talking, “If you’re laughing it must not be too bad… oh my god, Lottie.” He came up fast and Oscar moved out of the way. Matt stopped beside her and looked around for how to touch her. He took her hand and put his other hand on her cheek. “I’m so sorry, little sister. I can’t believe this has happened.” He nodded toward Oscar, “He told us about the injuries, but fuck. Are you hurting?”

She squeezed her brother’s hand, “Some, but my nurse gives me drugs that take the edge off. I’m ok. Just banged up. Except my arm.” She saw he wasn’t believing her. “I promise, Mattie. I’m fine. Don’t get all worried.”

“Clearly, that’s not going to happen. Ask for something else?”

“Don’t freak out mom and dad.”

He glared at her, “I can probably do that.”

Charlotte cut her eyes behind her brother, “Hey, Abby.”

“Hey, girlfriend. This is a new one for you.” Abby grabbed her toes.

“I’d prefer to have skipped this. How’s my nephew?”

Abby put her hand on her belly, “Wanna feel?”

“Yes, please.”

The two men moved to the back of the room with Adam to give the girls some space. Oscar thought this was a good distraction. Adam nudged him, “It’s crowded in here. I’m going to take off.” Oscar nodded. “Walk me out.”

Oscar looked at Charlotte with her hand on Abby’s belly and the two talking before following his friend outside. “I can’t thank you enough for being here.”

“If you need anything, don’t hesitate to call. Middle of the night. Whatever.” The got to the door and Adam stopped, “You’re amazing with her. Keep doing what you’re doing and don’t ever let her go.”

“I promise.” The two hugged and Oscar headed back inside.

Leslie met him as he passed the nurses station, “Ready to wrap her ankle and her arm then we’ll get her upstairs. They have a room ready for her.”

“Good.” Oscar nodded, “Thank you, you’ve been so good with her. Her brother and his girlfriend are in there.”

“Wrapping her arm is going to hurt. Do you want me to kick them out?”

His eyebrows went up, “Yes, please.”

**Extra Tumblr treat ~ I posted this on Ao3 last week during a power outage, but never got back here to post. So you’ll be getting TWO tonight

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