just_muse_me | 4.4.3. Ring
4.4.3. Ring
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Flynn hated hospitals. No, not just hospitals, he hated anything medical. The smell brought a rush of horrible memories back which seemed to just all settle is his gut giving him a feeling like he’d eaten something bad. And now he somehow found himself alone in this clinic thing. Well, mostly alone. The blue furry dude at a desk in the corner was happy to leave him be, and then there was Remy. Flynn clutched the whiskey glass in his hands, swallowing when he turned to look back at the still form on the only occupied bed in the whole clinic. He looked so goddamn pale and weak. Losing that amount of blood would do that to a guy, apparently. At least, that is what the hairy bloke said, and the blond Aussie married to Remy’s Rogue.
He put the glass to his lips and downed the generous pouring of straight whiskey in one swallow. The tall, intimidating looking bloke had given it to him, telling him he looked like he could use a drink. Flynn could’ve kissed him, but he figured the guy wouldn’t appreciate that. Flynn was just so on edge that he didn’t know who was a mutant and who wasn’t. The whole place was frightening him before he even stopped to think about the enormity of Remy’s injuries. Rogue, the big bloke and the Aussie had taken Maddy ‘upstairs’ to get a cup of tea. Flynn had declined. He felt about two steps away from completely breaking down and he’d rather not do that in front of strangers.
With another glance at the hairy guy, Flynn went from the end of the bed to sit down in one of the seats beside it. He knew what those ventilators felt like down your throat, he knew what the IV lines felt like and the heart monitor pads sticking to the hair on your chest. Remy wasn’t aware of any of it yet, but Flynn knew how scary it was to suddenly wake up to all that. He put the whiskey glass on a nearby trolley and carefully smoothed the sheet at Remy’s hip for lack of anything else to do with his hands. How could any of this lead to anything good? Every cloud had a silver lining? Always look on the bright side of life? What a load of fucking shit.
The smell of the disinfectant and antiseptic assaulted Flynn’s nose again and he had to put his hand up to cover it to stop himself gagging. Mostly it was tolerable, but now and again it just grabbed him and forced him back into the hospital bed at Mount Sinai where he’d endured months and months of chemotherapy. He wouldn’t have wished anything like that on the most evil person in the world, let alone…
He heaved out a sharp breath and let his fingers brush over Remy’s limp hand lying curled loosely near his chest on the bed. “Goddamnit, you arsehole. You have to wake up,” he finally got out in a shaky voice. Remy had gone in to a tailspin over merely being laid up with the chicken pox; how was he going to react to this? How was he going to take the knowledge that he might lose some functioning in his legs or back… might not even be able to walk? Flynn worried that the Cajun would as soon as kill himself than try to deal with a disability like that. He was so elusive and free-spirited. How would he cope being trapped and isolated, reliant on other people whether he liked it or not?
Flynn angrily brushed some tears from his cheeks as they spilled over. He felt helpless and furious all at once. He couldn’t shake the sense that Remy should never be here in the first place. Why had he been shot when he was surrounded by people with super powers that could cause any amount of death and destruction, often just at their fingertips? Why had he been left for an hour before they saved him? Why did he turn his back on someone who had a gun? Why, why, why? “Fuck,” he said tearfully, trying to swallow back the emotion. He wrapped his hand tighter around Remy’s and as he did, the ring on his right ring finger dug into his pinkie. It was something he was rarely seen without; a platinum band with a row of channel-set emeralds spanning the entire circumference.
But it wasn’t a wedding ring… it held far more meaning in his heart than a wedding ring ever could. It had been a gift from Maddy when Flynn was going through his first round of chemo, given about the time he’d started to lose his hair and she shaved her head for him. Emeralds apparently held the most healing properties of all gem stones and were believed to aid both physical and emotional healing. Maddy had spent hours researching cancer, remedies, ways to help cancer sufferers feel better, even just for a short period and she’d discovered this. Flynn had scoffed and they had a small joke about witchcraft and Voodoo with Flynn deciding he’d have more hope being kissed on the dick by a fairy, but since that evening in the hospital, he’d never gone a day without it and only removed it to shower. Who really knew if it helped, but he did go into remission eventually. Maybe it did help…
Flynn wet his lips and swiped away more dampness from his cheeks. No hesitation came as he pulled the ring from his finger, the tears making the removal easy. He looked down at Remy’s hand, the cool, limp fingers cradled in his palm. “Fuck, if you wake up, I’ll make it my personal mission to get you kissed on the dick by a fairy…” he promised and gently eased the emerald ring onto Remy’s finger. It was a perfect fit and no effort was needed to get it on. Flynn closed his eyes bit down on his lip as he hugged Remy’s hand to his chest. It couldn’t hurt, right? It couldn’t possibly hurt anymore than it already did…
Remy LeBeau [dontdotricks], Madison James [canmakeufeel], Rogue [justalilcontact], Robert Chase [chasemd] & Logan [hrtsevrytime] referenced with permisson. Hank is an NPC, so not binding to anyone.
Muse | Flynn Marcus Hunter (Original Character)
Word Count | 1,029
[Follows THIS and THESE POSTS]
Flynn hated hospitals. No, not just hospitals, he hated anything medical. The smell brought a rush of horrible memories back which seemed to just all settle is his gut giving him a feeling like he’d eaten something bad. And now he somehow found himself alone in this clinic thing. Well, mostly alone. The blue furry dude at a desk in the corner was happy to leave him be, and then there was Remy. Flynn clutched the whiskey glass in his hands, swallowing when he turned to look back at the still form on the only occupied bed in the whole clinic. He looked so goddamn pale and weak. Losing that amount of blood would do that to a guy, apparently. At least, that is what the hairy bloke said, and the blond Aussie married to Remy’s Rogue.
He put the glass to his lips and downed the generous pouring of straight whiskey in one swallow. The tall, intimidating looking bloke had given it to him, telling him he looked like he could use a drink. Flynn could’ve kissed him, but he figured the guy wouldn’t appreciate that. Flynn was just so on edge that he didn’t know who was a mutant and who wasn’t. The whole place was frightening him before he even stopped to think about the enormity of Remy’s injuries. Rogue, the big bloke and the Aussie had taken Maddy ‘upstairs’ to get a cup of tea. Flynn had declined. He felt about two steps away from completely breaking down and he’d rather not do that in front of strangers.
With another glance at the hairy guy, Flynn went from the end of the bed to sit down in one of the seats beside it. He knew what those ventilators felt like down your throat, he knew what the IV lines felt like and the heart monitor pads sticking to the hair on your chest. Remy wasn’t aware of any of it yet, but Flynn knew how scary it was to suddenly wake up to all that. He put the whiskey glass on a nearby trolley and carefully smoothed the sheet at Remy’s hip for lack of anything else to do with his hands. How could any of this lead to anything good? Every cloud had a silver lining? Always look on the bright side of life? What a load of fucking shit.
The smell of the disinfectant and antiseptic assaulted Flynn’s nose again and he had to put his hand up to cover it to stop himself gagging. Mostly it was tolerable, but now and again it just grabbed him and forced him back into the hospital bed at Mount Sinai where he’d endured months and months of chemotherapy. He wouldn’t have wished anything like that on the most evil person in the world, let alone…
He heaved out a sharp breath and let his fingers brush over Remy’s limp hand lying curled loosely near his chest on the bed. “Goddamnit, you arsehole. You have to wake up,” he finally got out in a shaky voice. Remy had gone in to a tailspin over merely being laid up with the chicken pox; how was he going to react to this? How was he going to take the knowledge that he might lose some functioning in his legs or back… might not even be able to walk? Flynn worried that the Cajun would as soon as kill himself than try to deal with a disability like that. He was so elusive and free-spirited. How would he cope being trapped and isolated, reliant on other people whether he liked it or not?
Flynn angrily brushed some tears from his cheeks as they spilled over. He felt helpless and furious all at once. He couldn’t shake the sense that Remy should never be here in the first place. Why had he been shot when he was surrounded by people with super powers that could cause any amount of death and destruction, often just at their fingertips? Why had he been left for an hour before they saved him? Why did he turn his back on someone who had a gun? Why, why, why? “Fuck,” he said tearfully, trying to swallow back the emotion. He wrapped his hand tighter around Remy’s and as he did, the ring on his right ring finger dug into his pinkie. It was something he was rarely seen without; a platinum band with a row of channel-set emeralds spanning the entire circumference.
But it wasn’t a wedding ring… it held far more meaning in his heart than a wedding ring ever could. It had been a gift from Maddy when Flynn was going through his first round of chemo, given about the time he’d started to lose his hair and she shaved her head for him. Emeralds apparently held the most healing properties of all gem stones and were believed to aid both physical and emotional healing. Maddy had spent hours researching cancer, remedies, ways to help cancer sufferers feel better, even just for a short period and she’d discovered this. Flynn had scoffed and they had a small joke about witchcraft and Voodoo with Flynn deciding he’d have more hope being kissed on the dick by a fairy, but since that evening in the hospital, he’d never gone a day without it and only removed it to shower. Who really knew if it helped, but he did go into remission eventually. Maybe it did help…
Flynn wet his lips and swiped away more dampness from his cheeks. No hesitation came as he pulled the ring from his finger, the tears making the removal easy. He looked down at Remy’s hand, the cool, limp fingers cradled in his palm. “Fuck, if you wake up, I’ll make it my personal mission to get you kissed on the dick by a fairy…” he promised and gently eased the emerald ring onto Remy’s finger. It was a perfect fit and no effort was needed to get it on. Flynn closed his eyes bit down on his lip as he hugged Remy’s hand to his chest. It couldn’t hurt, right? It couldn’t possibly hurt anymore than it already did…
Remy LeBeau [dontdotricks], Madison James [canmakeufeel], Rogue [justalilcontact], Robert Chase [chasemd] & Logan [hrtsevrytime] referenced with permisson. Hank is an NPC, so not binding to anyone.
Muse | Flynn Marcus Hunter (Original Character)
Word Count | 1,029