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[1stborn2ndbest]

Han doesn't feel well at all. Normally, this makes him not want to be around anyone at all, but he misses Andy a lot. Maybe she can help him? He doesn't know. All he knows is that he wants to have her near him and maybe she can help him feel a little better than he does

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[andy_is_a_lie]

Andy firmly believes the internet can teach you anything. She looked up things about dislocated knees when Han said that was what he thought was wrong. If it is, maybe she can help.
At the very least, she bought him a knee splint and brought some pain killers her mom had saved up.

She knocks with her free hand, carrying a couple bags in the other.

[1stborn2ndbest]

At the knock, Han startles awake and blinks around blearily. Oh. Door. He shifts to reach the knob and opens the door for her. He doesn't get up, but gives her a weary, wan little grin from the floor. Most of his face is bruised at this point, and it hurts to give much more than that. "Hey, Andy..."

[andy_is_a_lie]

Having the door open with no one 'standing' there is weird and takes a second to figure out. When she does, Andy steps inside quickly and drops the bag down so she can kneel down and kiss her poor, broken boy.

"Oh, Han. What happened? Who the hell did this to you?!"
She kisses him softly and runs her fingers through his -now shorter- hair. It's weird to see him without his hair hiding him away.

[1stborn2ndbest]

He returns the kiss and sighs, shrugging slightly. He really wishes he had his hair to hide behind, it makes things a lot easier. "Uhm. Got in a fight, that's all. Not sure which one of us won..." He has a hunch it was her, but it sounds better than 'A girl kicked my ass, then teleported away.' "Not sure about the newer bruise...kinda woke up with it."

[andy_is_a_lie]

"It looks awful. I'm sure they came away looking great too." She sighs, not approving of fighting like that, but not so naive that she thinks it can always be avoided.

"Do you want help to the couch? It has to be better than the floor."

[1stborn2ndbest]

"Uh...yeah. I don't think I'm gettin up, otherwise." The floor had seemed a really good idea at the time, but it seems like much less of one now. His leg has stiffened up and aches from the hip down; there's no moving it at all. "I, uhm...I didn't want you to have to wait at the door. It takes me a long time to get anywhere now."

[andy_is_a_lie]

"That's very sweet, Han. C'mon...let's get you to the couch."
She slips her arms under his and around his thin ribcage to help pull him up to his feet. Andy figures which leg is injured and stands on the opposite side, letting Han put as much wait on her as he needs to or is able.

She'll support him over to the couch as slowly as he needs or wants to go.

[1stborn2ndbest]

His great idea seems like even less of one now, and he's feeling kind of stupid for even thinking about it. When she pulls him up, he can't help but whimper softly and his eyes flutter shut for a moment.

The trip to the couch is slow and painful, and he sinks down onto it as soon as it's close enough to do so. He's not crying, but he's very close to it. He sniffles and rubs at his face before giving her a mournful look. "...thanks..."

[andy_is_a_lie]

Once Han is laid out on the couch, Andy goes to the kitchen and fetches him a glass of water. She brings that and the bags over to the side of the couch and sits down there.

Andy takes a box of saltine crackers and a pill bottle out of one of the bags. She hands a sleeve of crackers over.
"I know you said you've been sick, but if you take these on a totally empty stomach, you'll just feel way worse and probably throw up the pills."

She sets the water on the table by Hannibal and shakes a couple of percocet out on her hand. Dentists can be very giving in the prescription category. At least, her mother's seems to be.
"These should be strong enough to at least keep you from being sick from pain. At least...I really really hope so."

[1stborn2ndbest]

He gives the crackers a look before nodding. He can probably handle eating a few crackers. There are times when he eats nothing but crackers, so it shouldn't be much of a problem. And if it turns out to be one, at least he'll have something to throw up. It's not something a person is normally thankful for, but he certainly is.

He carefully eats a few crackers, washing them down with little sips of water. Han knows what his stomach can and cannot take, and treats it accordingly. Once the pills are taken from her hand and swallowed down, he sighs and leans against her. "Hey...uhm. I'm sorry. About before. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings or anything..."

[andy_is_a_lie]

Andy watches him dutifully; taking her temporary nurse role very seriously.
When Han leans against her, she kisses his forehead and pets his hair softly.
"It's ok... you weren't yourself, I guess. ... I'm sorry I just ran away."

After talking to him, she didn't turn on her computer or go near his coffee shop for days.
"As soon as I knew you didn't like me anymore, I just couldn't stand it. I had to be away from you before you could say it for sure."

[1stborn2ndbest]

"I wasn't myself...I dunno who I was, but it wasn't me. At the time, though...it felt like it was better. Like I was better. I dunno..." He sighs and half-closes his eyes.

"I'm...kinda glad you did run away. You would've been hurt more if you hadn't. If you'd stuck around, I woulda hurt you bad...you'd be like Stu, in the hospital with his teeth bashed out...or worse. It's...good that you were gone. Still...'m glad you came back, too. Maybe I didn't like you then, but...I love you now. And I need you."

[andy_is_a_lie]

"You... you wouldn't hurt me like that. I know you wouldn't. I trust you, Han. I love you." She can't for a second believe he would ever physically hurt her. Other people maybe, but...surely he couldn't hurt her. Love would stop that from happening. Wouldn't it?

"I need you too. And I'll be here for you, okay? As long as you need. Um...let me know when or if those pills start working, ok?"

[1stborn2ndbest]

"Maybe I wouldn't have...but I feel better knowing I didn't get the chance to find out one way or the other. I don't think I coulda lived with myself if I'd hurt you. An I know you trust me...but it wasn't me. I did shit I'd never do..." He makes a miserable sound and goes a bit limp against her. He keeps trying not to think about it, but it's impossible to do so.

"Yeah, okay...think it might be starting already." That's the advantage of having no body weight to speak of; things work fairly quickly on you. "I mean...it's not working, but I can feel it starting." Of course it might be his imagination, or wishful thinking. Still, even if it is, if it'll make him numb, he doesn't care. "Uhm...do...d'you really think you can help me with my knee? I've been tryin to do it myself, but I'm not so good at it..."

[andy_is_a_lie]

Andy feels like a coward, but maybe it did save her life. She just couldn't face him when it seemed he'd stopped loving her so suddenly. She doesn't know what to say to sooth away the things he's done, so she just holds him and kisses his forehead softly.

"Ok. I really hope those pills help at least enough to let you eat and get some sleep." She rubs at his shoulder and nuzzles him softly. "And I do think I can help. At least, I hope so. I can at least get a better angle on it than you can and I don't have it hurting me to worry about."

[1stborn2ndbest]

hen gives her a mournful look when she kisses his forhead. It hurts to think what he might have lost. It makes the threat of tears sting his eyes and he rubs at them with an irritated noise in his throat.

"Dunno about eating, but I could use the sleep. Fuck, 'm so tired...I haven't slept much lately." Surprising as that is. He returns the nuzzle and lets out a shaking sigh before grinning weakly. "The quiestion is, will you worry about it hurting me?"