If you love somebody
WHO: Berwald, Feliks, Kai, Raivis, Sindre, Valdi, and Wilm (If I forgot someone, I'm sorry, feel free to add yourself ^^;)
WHEN: 17 May 2011
WHERE: Madame Maime's
WHAT: Operation: MSBTWE (Make Sindre's Birthday the Worst Ever ( Read more... )
WHEN: 17 May 2011
WHERE: Madame Maime's
WHAT: Operation: MSBTWE (Make Sindre's Birthday the Worst Ever ( Read more... )
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Kai had messaged him as soon as they were safe from the fire, and he'd gotten to the hospital as quickly as evening public transport permitted.
Even with what information his boyfriend had given him, Valdi could not and would not relax until he got to the hospital and saw with his own eyes that Sindre was...relatively okay. Alive.
The bus ride over had been bad enough; a group of chatty schools kids planning to go out on a Tuesday night, and amazingly bad traffic.
Time seemed to go on forever, and the longer it took the further his imagination gave way to possibilities. Perhaps his brother was really worse off than Kai had implied. Not to mention the Dane had almost been working. Was he okay? Was either of them really okay?
Subconsciously Valdi fiddled with the apartment key still in his hands, watching as the stop numbers drifted by in vain hope that they would hurry the fuck up.
The moment the doors opened outside the Hospital he literally stumbled out, hurrying past reception and the possibility that visiting hours were over.
He rounded a corner and jabbed the elevator button a few times; Level 12...11...10
ahhhhh ríða þessum
Level 3 wasn't that far, he decided as he opted to take the stairs (two at a time) instead.
By the time he got to the room Valdi was visibly exhausted, but a few moments to compose himself and breathe left him looking much better off (he hoped) than he felt.
Sindre was there, bandaged and motionless when he knocked lightly on the unit door. He let himself in.
Kai wasn't there, but he knew he had to worry about his brother first.
Despite everything, Valdi was able to force a smile; Sindre was stable.
"Happy Birthday."
A small pang of guilt followed, when he noticed how...white and empty the room looked. He knew he should have brought something, but everything had happened so suddenly and he'd been more concerned with actually making it in time.
Still, this was no way to spend a birthday.
At least he was alive.
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A voice punctured the haze surrounding him, though, and without a thought he struggled toward it. Valdi. Valdi was here.
Blinking his eyes open, Sindre strove to bring the room into focus. He couldn't remember his eyelids being that heavy before. His vision cleared, mostly, and he was finally able to bring Valdi into focus.
"Hei..." he mumbled, words slurring a bit. He tried to lift his hand out toward him, but found it bandaged and tugging on an IV. Setting it down reluctantly, he blinked back up at his brother.
"You 'kei?"
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"Hah. You're asking me that?" Well, he had calmed down enough to manage sarcasm, so that was a good start.
Valdi understood his brother's attempted motion and moved to settle in the plastic chair beside his bed.
A moment's silence followed as he let the gravity of the situation sink in.
"You can go back to sleep, you know. I don't mind." He was simply happy just to be there, rather than at home, not knowing if or when things would get better (or worse).
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Glancing around the room, Sindre tried to frown when he saw no one else. "Alone?" he asked. Valdi shouldn't be here alone. Shouldn't have to do this alone. Sindre should be there, taking care of him. But he was in bed and causing the problems.
He wasn't doing a good job at all.
He tried to focus enough to sit, to take in how bad off he was. But when he failed to summon even that much energy, he sank back into the bed, defeated. "How bad?"
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"I don't know," he frowned, unsure if he was even supposed to be there. He hadn't bothered to stop and ask about Sindre's condition, because in the maddened rush to the hospital all that mattered was that his brother was alive and safe. Relatively.
"Kai called me and I came here. I....he might be here later I think."
Sindre didn't understand how content he was just to sit there, to stare at white walls if need be. After the panic that had escalated in the half hour preceding, it was a nice change of pace.
It would have been nicer if they weren't there at all.
"Go to sleep. I won't go anywhere anyway, unless they kick me out or something." He took another glance around the room, but no one seemed bothered. He doubted the staff would even notice he was there.
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He knew Valdi said he would, but some part of him needed to make sure.
"Stay?"
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"I'll stay. Promise." He owed Sindre at least that much, not that the Norwegian would have had much of a choice even if he didn't want him there.
Valdi shifted in the plastic chair to get more comfortable, before giving up completely and reaching for one of the hospital pillows Sindre wasn't using.
It wasn't until the silence returned between them that Valdi started to realise just how much the panic and stress had taken out of him. Hell even the visitor chair felt comfortable enough now.
"Just get better so we can go home."
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