[CLOSED TO TYRA] Game moves are easier than this

[texas33forever]

Tim hovered in the doorway of Tyra's hospital room. He cleared his throat and scraped his fingers through his already messy hair. "I just wanted ya' t'know that I ain't gotta clue how m'supposed t'fix all this. I know I was an ass back at the cafe, and m'sorry for that crap. I just didn't know what I 'sposed to do. An' I still gotta clue how t'fix

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[wannabeimprtant]

Tyra felt like shit, no denying it. The possible morning sickness was a lot worse than she'd thought, so it thankfully meant there could be no chance of pregnancy; Tim's, or not. She watched him a tired smile on his face, the apology something that did more than anything else he could have said. Besides, he was here. It wasn't like with Jason. Tyra had watched as Tim refused to go to the hospital for a long time. It just pissed her off more that it was Lyla to get him there. But Lyla wasn't here, and could just go fuck herself.

Tyra raised a trembling hand to push back her damp blond locks before holding out her hand for Tim. "I know... okay? I do. Ya don't have to be sorry. Ain't like either of us are built for it. Just stop hoverin', okay? Ya make me feel like a leper. There's a cheer here, so just sit down. Please?"

[texas33forever]

Tim hovered for a bit longer before moving into the room and sitting down. He sat stiffly at first, leg bouncing. "I hate hospitals," he mumbled. And he did. Everything about them, nevermind all the bad memories it brought up about Jason. He wasn't going to piss off and leave her, but he hated this and it was almost setting a panic through him that he wasn't used to. Damn hospitals and their damn needles.

[wannabeimprtant]

"I know, Tim, and I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Ain't like I was lookin' to get sick." She turned her head so she could look at him, and reached out for his hand, her fingers wrapping around his large hand as she tried to ground them both. "If I coulda just stuck it out at the Resort, I would've. I didn't know how to handle it when it just wouldn't stop, then the head spins, and... sometimes even I know when I gotta get help."

[texas33forever]

Tim nodded, his leg still bouncing. "S'alright," he told her. "So, ya' ain't pregnant or nothin'?" he asked nervously. It was times like this he wished he had Six's mouth. The QB1 always seemed to have the right words for any situation.

[ooc: Shit, sorry - again! Had a meal out on Friday night that about killed me! Back on the horse now!]

[wannabeimprtant]

Tyra gave a shake of her head. "No, Tim, I ain't pregnant," she said softly, relief coming out in her tone despite it all. She was definitely not ready to become a mother. "Are ya okay?"

[OOC: Don't worry about it! Slow time FTW, but I'm glad you're okay <3]

[texas33forever]

Tim shook his head. "Can't we just bust ya' outta here? I can look after ya'. Or Six. Six just knows shit, he was in hospital long enough. Or, I know! Seven. He got his grandma thing. She seems t'think he knows what he's doin'. She's bonkers mind, but still."

[wannabeimprtant]

Tyra just nodded her head, going along with everything he said. Pain started to build in her entire body, and she grunted a little. "I'd do that in a heartbeat if this was just flu, trust me. I don't know what this is, and it's scary. I don't wanna inflict this on ya, but I can't do it alone... I just... I need ya."

[texas33forever]

"I dunno what to do!" Tim said, holding his hand up again. He hated this, out of his comfort zone and in a situation he couldn't possibly know how to deal with. He had never been with anyone long enough to have them need him for anything beyond sex and he wasn't sure how he felt about that. 'Weird' was all his mind would offer right now. Six just told him to be there. What the fuck did that mean? He started to bounce his leg again, hoping no one came in here to give her needles while he was in the room.

[wannabeimprtant]

"Just be here," Tyra said before she started to cough, and tried to lean forward. Her frown deepened with the pain, her intense dislike for being sick not helping things. She realised this probably put Tim into a situation he wasn't ready for, but she wasn't ready either. She'd run off in the morning instead of staying and letting Tim know she didn't feel good. What did that say? She fell back against the pillow with a sigh, and looked at him. "Just let me know I ain't alone, because I hate to say it, but I'm scared. All the nurses keep givin' me these looks like they expect me to die."

[texas33forever]

"Well, ya' ain't alone. 'Course ya' ain't. Just can't promise it wouldn't be better if you were. Ya' saw what I was like with Six," Tim mumbled, kicking his foot against the bottom of the portable table.

[wannabeimprtant]

"You're here," Tyra said. "You got me here, that's huge. I know things with Jason didn't go well, I mean, I was one of the ones wantin' to kick ya ass for it, but you're here. It's a step in the direction, ain't it?" Tyra watched his face for a moment, her fingers playing with her bed covers. "Wanna join me?"

[texas33forever]

Tim looked at her and shook his no. "No, I ain't wantin' to hurt ya' more than ya' are. And they might kick me out or somethin', then I can't be here," he reasoned. And he did want to be there, even though he felt like he wanted to wet himself. The smell alone brought him right back to when Jason was in hospital and Tim was a big fat asshole.

[wannabeimprtant]

"I..." Tyra had been about to say that she didn't think they'd kick him out, but to be honest she didn't know for sure. She tried to work out how to calm Tim down, his agitation making her on edge. She closed her eyes and tried to ignore all the pain and the thumping headache to think of a safe topic to distract him. "When ya arrived here did ya know I was playin' volleyball for Mrs T?"

[texas33forever]

Tim shook his head. "Nope. Maybe ya' should just rest or whatever," he told her, trying to swallow away the nerves in his gut. "Ya' might not feel so crap if ya' do. S'alright. I ain't goin' nowhere, k?"

[wannabeimprtant]

Tyra nodded a little, even if she still felt like arguing with him. She just didn't have the energy. "At least hold my hand... please?"