just_muse_me prompt 23.4.4 [scheme]
They had told her from the beginning that there was no need for her to give her blood to Hank after she had been shot. She didn’t really understand it but she didn’t argue. What she was doing was waiting for the right time to trap Cain so that she could heal his broken hand but he kept pushing the idea off. He didn’t want to be healed till his daughter was awake and somewhat back to her normal self.
It was a waiting game that Claire didn’t enjoy at all but she didn’t take herself very far from her friend’s side. It was frustrating for her because she wanted to fix it, mainly because she could, but she couldn’t this time. So she took her shifts when it was her turn.
It was one of the few times she was alone with her friend as well. Bee had decided to drag Cain off to get coffee and Hank’s boyfriend had gone to get something. Claire had offered to sit and keep an eye on the other young girl since no one really wanted to leave her alone and, honestly, Claire didn’t want to leave till she was sure her friend was in the clear.
Sitting next to Hank’s hospital bed, Claire let out a soft sigh as she leaned forward against the bed, her chin resting on her folded arms as she watched some of the machines. So many beeps and whooshing noises, it was scary. A shudder rolled down her spine as she counted herself lucky that she would never have to deal with such things but that didn’t make it any easier to see someone she loved attached to them.
Biting her bottom lip, she reached out quietly to brush some hair back from the other girl’s face. Her throat closed for about the thousandth time that night, the sudden tears creating a stinging sensation when she closed her eyes in an attempt to squash the sudden urge to cry. She couldn’t stand it though. She hated knowing someone had shot Hank. It made her want to hurt the person who had done it; to hurt anyone who decided to hurt some innocent just because they wanted something or because they were on a power trip.
She hated it because, in her mind’s eye, she could also see Nikki but she pushed away images of the redhead. It wasn’t about her, it was about Hank.
Pushing out of her chair, she shifted up and turned to sit her backside on the edge of the bed as she glanced over the machines. “God, these things are noisy.” She murmured, her green eyes flickering back to her friend. “How can you sleep with all that noise?” She asked quietly.
“In fact, how can you sleep at all?” She wet her lips. “You’re supposed to be up and cracking jokes. You’re supposed to tell me to stop being a mess and you’re supposed to tell your dad to let me fix his damn hand. Seriously, he’s being retarded about it. He’s refusing to let me do anything till you open your eyes and tell us that everything is going to be okay.”
Claire looked down as she took Hank’s hand, pressing their palms together before she linked their fingers. Suddenly fear spiked as she squeezed, wishing her friend would squeeze back or at least tease her about holding her hand.
“It’s going to be okay, isn’t it?” The question came tumbling out before she could stop it. Turning her head, everything blurred for a moment before she blinked the tears away again. “Why can’t you just wake up and tell us it’ll be okay? Please, Hank, just wake the hell up and laugh at us for being freaked. Tell us we’re supposed to remember you’re the fucking bomb or whatever you say you are?”
She fell quiet for a moment, a sigh drifting out of her as she swallowed down the urge to be sick while looking at their hands again. Then she gave a hollowed laugh, shaking her head. “Hell, I’ll even kiss you if you just wake up.”
“Seriously?”
The hoarse croak caused Claire to jump, her breath catching as she hadn’t been expecting that but in a moment it didn’t matter as she realized Hank was awake. She was even smirking a bit. It wasn’t the usually full and bright smirk that the girl could portray but it was good enough for the blonde. “You’re awake.” She almost hugged her but then she remembered everything she was attached to. “Wait...how long have you been awake?”
“Long enough to hear you professing your love.” Hank managed a noise that sounded like a snicker.
“I was not professing my love!”
“Close enough. I figured you were going to start in the next couple minutes.” Hank laughed and then winced immediately for it, pain flashing over her features as she moved a hand near the site of the wound. “Fucking damn, that hurt.”
“Don’t laugh then, dumb ass.” Claire muttered, trying to be her usual self but she ruined it by looking worried as she shifted to make sure there was no blood coming through the dressing or hospital gown. “Your dad won’t let me near you again if you get hurt more.”
“My dad will get his ass kicked if he doesn’t let you fix his hand, yo.” Hank muttered, considering Claire before lifting her brows curiously, still smirking. “So, you’re seriously going to kiss me?”
“Uh, no. I said I would if it would wake you up.....”
“So you’re my Prince Charming?” Another shit eating grin.
Claire had to roll her eyes. “I’d be Princess Charming and no, I’m not kissing you.”
“Come on, Claire. I got shot, that gives me an automatic kiss token. Seriously, pass go and collect Claire kisses.” For being in pain, Hank still managed to waggle her eyebrows rather lewdly.
“I’m not making out with you in your hospital bed.” A soft huff.
“Not making out, beyotch. I’m going to save that for my boy toy but you could give me a kiss. Please?”
“No.”
“Oh come on...” Hank started to argue but then she winced, groaning. “Ow, god damnit.”
Claire forgot the joking, quickly moving to her feet as she looked at her friend with wide eyes. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m in pain.” The brunette’s features screwed up in pain as she tried to breathe slowly, her hand pressed to her side.
“What do you want me to do?” Claire looked over her shoulder with wide eyes, considering running off to yell for the nurses.
“Kiss me.”
Her eyes shot back to her friend in the hospital bed as she was greeted with a grin which got Hank a dark look. “That wasn’t funny.” Claire glared, unimpressed.
“Well, I am in pain.” Hank huffed softly. “You’re my girlfriend, you should just give.....” She stopped mid sentence, her eyes widening as Claire leaned over and actually kissed her. It was a surprisingly soft kiss; just a brush and press of her lips, lingering for a heartbeat or two before pulling back with an arch to her eyebrow.
“There.” Claire pursed her lips now, crossing her arms.
“You kissed me!” Hank stated the obvious, her eyes wide as she touched her fingers to her lips before she gave a wide grin.
“Yes, that’s what you get for being a scheming brat but I stand by the fact that I’m not making out with you.”
“Oh, you will.” Hank looked incredibly pleased with the whole thing. “One kiss from me is never enough, yo. Just ask Joe.”
Claire rolled her eyes towards the ceiling, sighing. “I’m going to get your dad and Bee.” She turned, starting to the door where she paused to look back. “You’re not going to tell everyone I kissed you, are you?”
“Depends, will you give me another one?” Why pass up a chance to bug Claire when the opportunities kept presenting themselves?
“You suck.” Claire shook her head as she let herself out of the hospital room to find the others. Seriously, she needed to stop falling into Hank’s traps.
[backdated to before Hank was let out of the hospital.
hank_callahan is used with love and permission, and the fic was written to cheer her up! <3]
It was a waiting game that Claire didn’t enjoy at all but she didn’t take herself very far from her friend’s side. It was frustrating for her because she wanted to fix it, mainly because she could, but she couldn’t this time. So she took her shifts when it was her turn.
It was one of the few times she was alone with her friend as well. Bee had decided to drag Cain off to get coffee and Hank’s boyfriend had gone to get something. Claire had offered to sit and keep an eye on the other young girl since no one really wanted to leave her alone and, honestly, Claire didn’t want to leave till she was sure her friend was in the clear.
Sitting next to Hank’s hospital bed, Claire let out a soft sigh as she leaned forward against the bed, her chin resting on her folded arms as she watched some of the machines. So many beeps and whooshing noises, it was scary. A shudder rolled down her spine as she counted herself lucky that she would never have to deal with such things but that didn’t make it any easier to see someone she loved attached to them.
Biting her bottom lip, she reached out quietly to brush some hair back from the other girl’s face. Her throat closed for about the thousandth time that night, the sudden tears creating a stinging sensation when she closed her eyes in an attempt to squash the sudden urge to cry. She couldn’t stand it though. She hated knowing someone had shot Hank. It made her want to hurt the person who had done it; to hurt anyone who decided to hurt some innocent just because they wanted something or because they were on a power trip.
She hated it because, in her mind’s eye, she could also see Nikki but she pushed away images of the redhead. It wasn’t about her, it was about Hank.
Pushing out of her chair, she shifted up and turned to sit her backside on the edge of the bed as she glanced over the machines. “God, these things are noisy.” She murmured, her green eyes flickering back to her friend. “How can you sleep with all that noise?” She asked quietly.
“In fact, how can you sleep at all?” She wet her lips. “You’re supposed to be up and cracking jokes. You’re supposed to tell me to stop being a mess and you’re supposed to tell your dad to let me fix his damn hand. Seriously, he’s being retarded about it. He’s refusing to let me do anything till you open your eyes and tell us that everything is going to be okay.”
Claire looked down as she took Hank’s hand, pressing their palms together before she linked their fingers. Suddenly fear spiked as she squeezed, wishing her friend would squeeze back or at least tease her about holding her hand.
“It’s going to be okay, isn’t it?” The question came tumbling out before she could stop it. Turning her head, everything blurred for a moment before she blinked the tears away again. “Why can’t you just wake up and tell us it’ll be okay? Please, Hank, just wake the hell up and laugh at us for being freaked. Tell us we’re supposed to remember you’re the fucking bomb or whatever you say you are?”
She fell quiet for a moment, a sigh drifting out of her as she swallowed down the urge to be sick while looking at their hands again. Then she gave a hollowed laugh, shaking her head. “Hell, I’ll even kiss you if you just wake up.”
“Seriously?”
The hoarse croak caused Claire to jump, her breath catching as she hadn’t been expecting that but in a moment it didn’t matter as she realized Hank was awake. She was even smirking a bit. It wasn’t the usually full and bright smirk that the girl could portray but it was good enough for the blonde. “You’re awake.” She almost hugged her but then she remembered everything she was attached to. “Wait...how long have you been awake?”
“Long enough to hear you professing your love.” Hank managed a noise that sounded like a snicker.
“I was not professing my love!”
“Close enough. I figured you were going to start in the next couple minutes.” Hank laughed and then winced immediately for it, pain flashing over her features as she moved a hand near the site of the wound. “Fucking damn, that hurt.”
“Don’t laugh then, dumb ass.” Claire muttered, trying to be her usual self but she ruined it by looking worried as she shifted to make sure there was no blood coming through the dressing or hospital gown. “Your dad won’t let me near you again if you get hurt more.”
“My dad will get his ass kicked if he doesn’t let you fix his hand, yo.” Hank muttered, considering Claire before lifting her brows curiously, still smirking. “So, you’re seriously going to kiss me?”
“Uh, no. I said I would if it would wake you up.....”
“So you’re my Prince Charming?” Another shit eating grin.
Claire had to roll her eyes. “I’d be Princess Charming and no, I’m not kissing you.”
“Come on, Claire. I got shot, that gives me an automatic kiss token. Seriously, pass go and collect Claire kisses.” For being in pain, Hank still managed to waggle her eyebrows rather lewdly.
“I’m not making out with you in your hospital bed.” A soft huff.
“Not making out, beyotch. I’m going to save that for my boy toy but you could give me a kiss. Please?”
“No.”
“Oh come on...” Hank started to argue but then she winced, groaning. “Ow, god damnit.”
Claire forgot the joking, quickly moving to her feet as she looked at her friend with wide eyes. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m in pain.” The brunette’s features screwed up in pain as she tried to breathe slowly, her hand pressed to her side.
“What do you want me to do?” Claire looked over her shoulder with wide eyes, considering running off to yell for the nurses.
“Kiss me.”
Her eyes shot back to her friend in the hospital bed as she was greeted with a grin which got Hank a dark look. “That wasn’t funny.” Claire glared, unimpressed.
“Well, I am in pain.” Hank huffed softly. “You’re my girlfriend, you should just give.....” She stopped mid sentence, her eyes widening as Claire leaned over and actually kissed her. It was a surprisingly soft kiss; just a brush and press of her lips, lingering for a heartbeat or two before pulling back with an arch to her eyebrow.
“There.” Claire pursed her lips now, crossing her arms.
“You kissed me!” Hank stated the obvious, her eyes wide as she touched her fingers to her lips before she gave a wide grin.
“Yes, that’s what you get for being a scheming brat but I stand by the fact that I’m not making out with you.”
“Oh, you will.” Hank looked incredibly pleased with the whole thing. “One kiss from me is never enough, yo. Just ask Joe.”
Claire rolled her eyes towards the ceiling, sighing. “I’m going to get your dad and Bee.” She turned, starting to the door where she paused to look back. “You’re not going to tell everyone I kissed you, are you?”
“Depends, will you give me another one?” Why pass up a chance to bug Claire when the opportunities kept presenting themselves?
“You suck.” Claire shook her head as she let herself out of the hospital room to find the others. Seriously, she needed to stop falling into Hank’s traps.
[backdated to before Hank was let out of the hospital.
hank_callahan is used with love and permission, and the fic was written to cheer her up! <3]