RP with wannabesurgeon | Brotherly Overprotectiveness

[rockmyjocksoff]

[Open to any Morgan sibling who wants to crash at anytime, just jump in and knock on the door! Then we can set up a posting order.]

POSTING ORDER: Declan, Renee, Liam

After the extremely brief conversation online with his baby brother, there was no question in the fact Declan was going to go right over there. Liam had a knack of diluting things

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[rockmyjocksoff]

"Jesus, Li," Declan cursed softly as he saw the blood on Liam's fingers. That was some delayed noseblood, but at the end of the day, he knew he really had no idea exactly what the extent of what happened to Liam was. For all he knew, this wasn't the first nosebleed. It could just be one that had stopped and now was starting again. He peeled some more tissues from the box and pressed them into Liam's other hand before he quickly bounded over to the door and unlocked it, pulling it open.

His eyebrows shot up in surprise at seeing Renee there, and he couldn't help but sigh in relief that he had some sisterly help. "That was one day quick response to the Batcall, Robin," he noted quietly. He tucked his arm around her in a hug and kissed her cheek. "Li's been attacked at a bar. Come, sit down, but I really need your help, Nay. He might listen to you more than me." He searched his sister's eyes, hoping to god she would connect some dots without him needing to spell it all out for her, or get Liam to try and repeat it. Declan just didn't think Liam would that forthcoming after his outburst.

[fiveofeight]

One look over Declan's shoulder at their little brother, and it didn't take a genius for Renee to connect the dots. In fact, her breath caught up in her throat in a gasp at the sight of him and she went straight over to Liam's empty kitchen to get a bowl of warm water with a handtowel and found a medical ice pack in the freezer of the otherwise empty appliance. Liam was training to be a doctor, of course he had an icepack on hand, if nothing else. She brought it over to wear Liam was standing and gently took him by the elbow. She didn't know where he was hurt, so she was extra-cautious. "Sit down, sweetie. I'm going to get you cleaned up. Here, give me those tissues, I'll get rid of them. You know the drill. Head tilted forward a little."

She waited for him to sit and do as he was told, finding herself with a handful of bloody tissues to discard. She just sat them on the table to get rid of eventually and when she was sure he had a fresh supply pressed to his nose, started to hold the ice pack wrapped in the towel across the bridge of his nose, pinching it a little. She kissed the top of his head and started to rub his back softly. "It's okay, cutie. We're here, yeah? You don't have to talk, or even say anything. We're not going anywhere. You got a knock to the head? Do you feel woozy? Sick? Have you got anything to take for pain?"

[wannabesurgeon]

"Tired. I want to... to shower... and sleep," Liam replied flatly. He was sitting stiffly and awkwardly. His neck and back felt sore, so sitting with his head forward was taking effort he didn't really have. All he could taste was blood. This wasn't the first time his nose had bled. It was bleeding after the hit to the face, but it stopped in the cab on the way home. He didn't want to go to the emergency room... again. He didn't want to be anywhere near hospitals, and he certainly didn't want to talk to police about it. "I don't have anything. Left it all at Sophie's. It'll all stop hurting when I sleep."

He didn't mean his last comment to come out sounding almost pleading, or naive. Any sane person would see it would probably be impossible for him to just peacefully go to sleep right now. He took the icepack off Renee and glanced at her briefly as he stood again. "I-I need to go to the bathroom." He didn't wait for their answer or permission, even. He just walked stiffly across the apartment shut himself inside the bathroom.

[rockmyjocksoff]

Declan watched the bathroom door closed helplessly and turned to Renee, throwing a hand up but not quite finding the right words at first. "I...I..." he stammered at first, and then just made a strange squeaking sound as he struggled not to bolt across the apartment and burst in on his brother in the bathroom to make sure he was okay. Really probably not a good idea after what Liam had just been through. "Why didn't I think of an ice pack? I could have thought of an ice pack. Or the questions. They were good questions, why didn't I ask him? Instead, I just push and push him about going to Cas and talking to the police, then I have to take it all back when he explodes angrily, and I feel like a jerk. Probably because I am a jerk, but that's beside the point."

He rubbed a hand over his mouth and shook his head in disbelief. "He was nearly raped, Nay. The fucking evil arsehole had his cock out and Liam's pants down. Had him locked up against a fucking wall! W-What do we do? What do we do if he doesn't want to go to hospital or talk to the police? Just let it roll? Forget someone sexually assaulted our baby brother? Do we tell that professor bloke he's been seeing?"

[fiveofeight]

Renee sat on the edge of the sofa bed looking helplessly at the bathroom door. "I don't know, Dec! I wish I had the answers. I don't even know what he is doing here on his own with barely anything! It looks like he's squatting. There's no food in the fridge. He told me he had moved in and didn't need help with it. Is the uni bloke still even on the scene? What was Liam doing at a bar on a work night?"

She reached out and took her brother's hand, trying to give it a reassuring squeeze, but it was hard to be reassuring when you were terrified yourself. "You were doing just fine cleaning him up. I just... guess it's reactionary being trained as a nurse. If he's not out of there in five minutes, I'm going in," she resolved. "Where is everyone else? Have you heard from them yet? Do we tell Mum and Dad?"

[wannabesurgeon]

In the bathroom, Liam went over to the sink, leaning over it when he started to feel like he was going to be sick. A couple of drops of blood dripped into sink, but his stomach didn't want to relent on the distressed nausea just yet. He felt like he was stinging or aching all over, just in different levels in different body parts. He had his mobile phone in his pocket, and he took it out, still trying to awkward hold the ice pack to his nose so the bleeding would ease.

He brought up Joe's number and dialled, only to get a voicemail recording. When he spoke, he hardly even recognised his own voice he was so choked up. "... it's me. I can't come over tonight. I know I saw I would, but I... I..." He hesitated, floundering for an excuse but his mind just felt like it was stuffed with cotton wool. "Got a headache. See you soon." He quickly ended the call and dropped the phone into the sink, almost like it had burned him. He managed to brace his hand on the edge of the vanity briefly before his legs felt too weak and he had to sink down onto the floor. With his back against the cold glass shower cubicle, he drew his knees up and covered his face with his hand as a sob caught in his throat before he could stop it. This sucked. He knew if he started crying, he would find it near impossible to stop.