Comments | atlantis_reborn: Day 52, evening, Infirmary, attn: David

dr_s_corrigan in atlantis_reborn

Day 52, evening, Infirmary, attn: David

Feb 19, 2008 21:51

( 'Sean.' David's voice was low and deep, pitched not to wake sleepers. )

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dr_d_beckham February 20 2008, 23:25:03 UTC

"Yeah, I guess you have," David replied, and it was an effort to keep his voice low, his tone mild. "Carson and Raj tell me that you've not been gone more than a few minutes at a time on their shifts as well as my own." David was close enough to smell Sean; he couldn't catch his scent beneath the sourness of sweat and exhaustion. It was probably better that way, though he remembered clearly the spice of his body, remembered how Sean had laughed and pushed playfully at him when David had put his nose against skin and smelled him everywhere. He blinked. Not good to remember something so intimate, not now ( ... )

dr_s_corrigan February 20 2008, 23:25:51 UTC

Sean could feel a flare of anger spark and try to catch before dying out. No matter how me might try to deny it, he was at the end of his resources, and a real bed sounded heavenly. "David, please," he said, pitching his voice low, trying to keep anger out of his voice. David's grip tightened on his arm, and Sean set his jaw, stubbornly. "You know he's better, more himself, when I'm around. I'll shower, I'll sleep, just...don't do this." He glanced back at Cris, sleeping the sleep of the dead, completely oblivious. He'd likely remain that way for several hours, Sean knew, but not for sixteen. "I'll sleep till I wake, I won't push myself - but I need to be there for him ( ... )

dr_d_beckham February 20 2008, 23:29:20 UTC

The "please," soft and pleading, almost undid him; how quickly Sean had worked his way beneath David's defenses. But this was a medical matter, and he wouldn't be swayed. He admired Sean's tenacity, his devotion, but he couldn't stand by any longer and let Sean wear himself down to nothing. He let his expression soften just a little, but his voice was as firm as ever ( ... )

dr_s_corrigan February 20 2008, 23:29:32 UTC

"I said I would go," Sean grumbled, glancing back at Cris. "I just want to be able to come back." Even he could hear the whining note in his voice, so he closed his mouth firmly, and with a last look at Cris, turned and nodded to David. "I'm ready ( ... )

dr_d_beckham February 20 2008, 23:31:57 UTC

David crossed his arms over his chest to keep from touching, and his chin lifted a notch. He well remembered how Sean looked naked--he couldn't wipe that from his mind, unfortunately. Sean had been slim but not thin; David had loved that, loved how his hands slid over Sean's body, loved the wedges of hips, the curve of collarbones, the way his fingers bumped over vertebrae. But in the interval between the last time he'd seen Sean naked, and now--Sean had slipped from slimness into thinness. Evidently all the trays of food they'd seen him carry in had gone to Cris, not himself. Worry, lack of sleep, lack of food had taken its toll, and he couldn't be sure, but it looked as if Sean had dropped ten pounds, and those were pounds he could ill afford to lose ( ... )