RP LOG with thinbluegee | Attempted escape
Euan hadn't been joking when he told Vee that she could fight it out with Ronnie about the lift. To be honest, he just didn't have the energy to care how he got home, he just wanted to be there and well out of the hospital. He felt like a patient, and that aggravated him more than anything else. Well, maybe not as much as being placated. That still pissed him off, to the point even just remembering the conversation with Gee had him pausing in trying to get his t-shirt on before he even had it hooked over his hands. He stopped, breathless, dropping the shirt back into his lap as his face scrunched up in pain. He unfolded just a little and looked at the large dressing over the surgical wound. It hurt like a bitch, and that was being kind. They had him up walking, but not too far. He had also lost count of the amount of nurses who were frowning on his choice to leave. A string of lectures about post-op infections, and tearing sutures, and being isolated in an apartment. Euan didn't give a flying fuck about it all. He just wanted to lie in his own bed, even if it still felt like a hotel room to him.
He was sweating slightly now with the effort, not even waiting like he was told for a nurse to help him. He was really starting to wonder who the fuck he pissed off in a past lifetime to have his luck go so far down the shitter lately like it had done. If it wasn't one thing, it was another, and he was frankly just plain drained from the whole thing. Now he didn't even have work to distract himself with. Not only strict doctor's orders, but strict cop HQ orders, Euan wasn't allowed back to work until the wound was fully healed and he was back to full operational capacity. By that time, they would have a permanent posting for him, too, which could be fucking anywhere.
Gee had a stuffed bear tucked under her arm and a bag of sweets in her hand as she stepped off the lift and walked down the hall of the hospital floor towards Euan's room. She was so intent on running through her words of apologies that when she entered the private room, it took her a moment to realise that Euan was trying to get dressed. She stared at him, shock and then concern flitting across her features before she set down the bear and paper bag next to him and reached up to touch the backs of her fingers to his forehead and then brushed them against his cheek. "Going somewhere?"
"Aye. I am." Euan replied automatically and then took the time to hesitate and frown slightly up at her. It wasn't like they had argued or had an outright explosive argument of any sort. It wasn't anything like that. He had just slipped right back into the usual routine of his by doing everything alone. He was doubtful how they could even work this relationship thing when they never seemed to be on the same page. It always seemed like they were looking in different directions, another thing he was just plain tired of. "Why aren't you at work?" he asked, trying again to drag the t-shirt over his arms.
Gee seriously considered cuffing him to the bed to stop him from leaving the hospital. In fact, her fingers even hooked into the cuffs clipped to her hip, but she relented when she watched him struggle with the t-shirt and gently started to help him. She took it slowly and made sure she didn't hurt, smoothing her hands over his shoulders once the t-shirt was over his head and she'd tugged it down. "Because this is where I should be," she answered him quietly, her blue eyes meeting his gaze with a meaningful look.
"Really?" Euan asked flatly, holding her gaze. He had basically just sat there when she stepped in to help him with his shirt, even if he almost told her to stop. "Because last I looked, there were practically skidmarks on the lino from how fast you pissed off outta here. Pardon me if I ain't sure I actually buy that." He reached over to try and get his socks from where they were sitting on top of his jacket at the end of the bed, and immediately regretted the action, hand rapidly going to his torso just above the wound with a string of hissed expletives. "And do me a favour, and don't give me anymore bullshit about talking and secrets. I'm done with it. Damned if I fucking do, damned even fucking more if I fucking don't."
"Really," Gee answered as she picked up his socks and hooked her foot around the leg of the chair to pull it up behind her and sit down in front of him so she could get his socks on for him. She pressed her lips together as she breathed slowly out of her nose and tried to curb any aggressive retorts, or justifications for her behaviour. She knew she'd done wrong, Stuart knew she'd done wrong, Euan clearly knew she'd fucked up. There was no point trying to defend her actions. "I'm sorry. I really am. This is where I belong though. I'm not leaving you again."
"Going to make it hard if I'm not talking and you're not listening unless I want you to," Euan bit out. He was feeling about two steps from just walking out half naked. No shoes, no socks, no jeans. Anyone copping an eyeful could deal with it. It seemed like so much bloody effort just to strip off again when he got home. Whatever the painkillers they had switched him to knowing he was going home were doing eff bloody all. He wasn't going to give into the passive aggressive blackmail one nurse tried telling him he could still have post-op morphine if he stayed.
Gee arched an eyebrow slightly, her hands resting lightly on his legs after getting his socks on. She was waiting to see if he'd realise that he wasn't actually in any shape to go home, but Euan was stubborn, and the truth was she could see why he didn't want to be here. If he did really just want to go home, then she'd help him and she'd stay with him. She wasn't letting him suffer alone. "Then I'll just listen to the silence. I'm here to make up for my fuck-ups, Euan. I know I did wrong, but I want to make amends. You're going to be stuck with me. Chances are you won't even be able to take a piss without me right there."
"I would take a piss in front of the fucking Queen if I needed to. I'm hardly the bashful type," Euan said with a small snort. In fact, back in their partner days, it wasn't uncommon for Vee to follow him into the men's room while they were in the middle of a case discussion. Sometimes their best thinking got done in there. He stopped, shaking his head slightly with his nose scrunched up in annoyance. "What the fuck was that, anyway? You think I actually wanted to talk about that bullshit? You wanted to know, I told you. I told you I would answer anything you asked, then all of a sudden when I'm trying to explain, you don't want to fucking know? Do you know how fucking annoying it is to be placated?"
Gee started to rub her hand against the back of Euan's leg soothingly, giving him a gentle massage. "Yeah, I do. I do know. But I was just... I thought I was doing the right thing, only I couldn't realise I was being such a fuckwit until later. I just wish I could take that whole moment back. I was stupid, and I just... I'm here. Okay? I'm here. I want to listen, I want to just be here for you. And if I've lost out, then... I'll just keep trying to make it up to you, and just hope you can give me a second chance eventually."
Euan was silent as he just watched her while a few moments past, obvious unspoken thoughts going through his mind when she finished her comment. "Just for the record, turning around from being a dirty crim thieving addict who would hurt his only family for a hit to this," he waved his hand up and down his body, "is not anything to be proud of. All it is is survival. If not this, I'd be fucking pushing daisies by now. I lost count of how many times I nearly fried myself on bad crack. I stole my own fucking grandmother's pension money, left her near destitute when she tried to help me. It's nothing that comes with pride."
Gee sucked on her bottom lip as she listened. She stayed quiet for a long moment after he'd finished, not sure if she was stupid enough to want to cry or not. She was a cop. She'd seen people like Euan was describing day in and day out. Her heart didn't break for them. It broke for Euan because she knew him. She had a personal attachment. She looked over him again, the tattoos, the scars she knew were there... it all took on a new light in the wake of his revelation. "It still takes strength to want to survive something like that, and to successfully survive."
Euan shook his head. "It takes nearly being murdered, by your childhood best friend, who also happens to be your dealer and in a more fucked up state than yourself. I'm not a hero for wanting to live. It was nothing but fear that turned me around. Looking into his eyes as he twisted the knife in me, I saw myself."
This time Gee's bottom lip started to tremble and she took a deep breath as she glanced away, not wanting to look at Euan when she knew there would be tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry."
Euan was once against waving his hand dismissively, but there was no aggravation this time. He just wasn't sure what else to say. It wasn't like she could say anything in return and he didn't want to end up sitting there doing all the talking while she apologised to him for about the eighth time she she appeared a few minutes ago. "Shit happens," he mumbled, really wanting a smoke all of a sudden.
Gee leaned forward and kissed his knee. She was more than aware of how many 'sorrys' she was racking up and made a mental note not to apologise anymore. There also really wasn't anything she could say to change Euan's past. She was just grateful that he had chosen to survive. "So do exploding body parts. Are you really sure you're ready to leave? No offence, love, but you still look like shit."
"I hate waking up in hospitals. I haven't slept naturally since I got here unless they've got me knocked out, and as fucking awesome as morphine is, dosing an ex-addict with any substance is counterproductive. It just pisses us off and makes us want to kill ourselve more with legal substances like booze and smokes." In fact, he went back to trying to get his stuff together, knowing he only needed to sign those damn forms, if they ever got their fingers out and brought them to him. "I feel like the bomb compared to what I did a few days ago."
Gee cleared her throat as she watched him. "You can't just go home though. You're still not able to dress yourself. And if you're really in that much pain still it's going to suck to be left alone with it. How are you going to change your dressings? And as immodest as you may be, how are you planning on getting to the toilet and back?" Gee tucked her tongue in the corner of her mouth for a moment. "You leave, I'm coming with. I'll be your live-in nurse."
"You've got work, I'll manage," Euan told her, moving to stand up now, even if it was a process and he was still technically leaning on the bed. "I can't stay here. I need to sleep. My brain feels like it's about to fucking melt out of my arsehole. They said I could go home when I..." He waved his hand with a snort. "Some fucking medical bollocking talk for taking a dump. See? Shit does happen. And now I'm going home because this place reeks like a methadone clinic."
"All's quiet on the Western Front. Stu's capable of using a phone if anything happens." Gee stood up as well, hovering in case he lost his balance. "Alright, so go home. But you're not going home alone. That's all I'm saying. I'll work it around the job."
Euan couldn't say anything at first. He just wanted to give into the pain and exhaustion without keeping up a façade for a few moments. It was a rare moment, indeed. He leaned forward with a small, strained groan, first resting his elbows on the bed, followed by his head on his arm. He breathed out slowly and wet his lips, just trying to wait it out. But he cleared his throat, with a small nod against his forearm. "Aye... aye, alright. Cheers. I appreciate it," he mumbled, relenting without protest.
Gee rubbed her hand over his back and leaned forward to kiss the back of his neck. Two big revelations in such a short space wouldn't be easy on him, even when the second wasn't even verbal. "You won't once you realise what me never leaving you alone means, love. How about we try and get your pants on first, huh? You might have to learn to embrace trackpants for a while. Let the jeans go."
Euan was wondering if he could just do what all those brats on the Harry Potter movies did and get from one place to the next by magic. "Times like this, I wish I was born a fucking Scot."
Gee smirked. "We could always just pinch a bed sheet. I'm sure they have more. You could bring the toga back into fashion."
Euan gave a small laugh, but immediately regretted it with a pained snort. "How about just getting me a joint?" he joked.
Gee picked up his jeans and squatted down on the floor so she could try and start getting him into them. "I'll see what I can do, but I'm a little wary about getting you one here. I also don't have enough money to get to Amsterdam just to score you some pot."
Euan shook his head. "I can't put those on," he finally admitted. "I can't even stand the elastic of my jocks around my stomach. I've got some at home, another reason I need to be there and not here. Better porn channels, too."
"Thought sex was going to make you implode?" Gee asked as she stood up and tossed the jeans back on the bed. "Off with the jocks, lover. And we're trying the bed sheet thing. You can laugh all you want, but it's going to be the most comfortable thing unless you want to wear a gown home."
"I'm not wearing a fucking sheet home," Euan said in annoyance, and really wanted to just smack someone with an IV pole in frustration at the predicament. He just wanted to sleep, it wasn't too much to ask, was it? "Who said anything about sex, anyway? Porn is not sex."
"I'm just trying to help," Gee murmured. "Too bad you're not a member of the trenchcoat brigade. Maybe Ronnie can help us out with that? It's just entertainment. Right. I guess it's more interesting than half the shit on TV at the moment anyway."
Euan was hit with a wave of nausea and dizziness from trying to stand too long and shifted to ease himself down into the visitor's chair, dropping his head back to wait for it to pass. "You know, you really are a pain in the arse when you want to be." Pot, kettle, black, most likely, but if she wanted to stick around, she had to take him for the good, bad and the ugly.
Gee sat on the edge of his bed as she waited to see just what the Irishman did want to do about the trouser situation. "I warned you." She couldn't help but smile though, figuring that if they could both survive each other being pains in the arse then they were definitely onto something.
Euan pointed over his shoulder with his thumb in the direction of the room door. "There's a wee old lady two doors up. Beryl. She thinks I'm a darling. Go tell her I need her robe, or just steal it. I don't fucking care right now, I just wanna go home. I feel like a piece of shit. A very large piece of shit. Just don't go pissing me off, I don't have the energy to tell you to fuck off."
"I wouldn't leave even if you did tell me to fuck off. Not this time." Gee got up off the bed and touched his shoulder as she passed. "I'll get the robe, and we'll get you home. What is it with you and the old dears, anyway? The one back in New York loved you just as much."
Euan smirked weakly. "You and Vee are the only females who think I'm a wanker," he felt the need to smugly point out. "All the others adore me. I'm adorable."
Gee winked at him. "Only because we love you. We can't have you getting a big head, even if it's adorable."
Euan rolled his eyes slightly, but he was watching her with a woozy amusement. "Fucking bollocks. You both always gagged for me to get my big head on the go. Practically begged me for it a lot of the time." For emphasis, he pointedly readjusted himself in his boxers and cleared his throat smugly.
Gee wet her lips as she looked at him and his boxers. "Well, she's out of the picture as far as that's concerned and I'm more concerned about your big head getting some rest." She picked up his hand as she brought it to her lips and proceeded to tongue fuck his finger as she smirked at him. "That way I can wait for you to be ready for the sexual healing to begin. I hear it really does work wonders."
Euan pulled his hand away. "Fuck, no... please. A break? Please," he all-but begged her. For maybe the third time in his life, he didn't feel like sex at all, in any way, shape or form. "What, do the assholes have penicillan in their jizz or something? No such fucking thing as sexual healing," he snorted. "Or doctors would be out of fucking business."
Gee laughed softly as she kissed his forehead. "You really are in bad shape, aren't you? And don't be so fucking literal. You really can be a buzzkill when you want. It's about comfort, and just being close to someone when you really need it."
"Hey, ain't an exploding internal organ buzzkill enough? I'm just rolling with the motions." Euan paused though, frowning slightly. "I owe your guard dog a thanks. And I'm not talking about the haggis-eater."
Gee's eyebrows went up before she gave him a soft smile. "I'll be sure to pass the thanks on, but I think you might need to give it to him yourself. I'm sure it would make Vee happy."
"I ain't doing it to make her happy," Euan returned immediately, still frowning maybe with a little more intensity now. "She doesn't need me to make her happy anymore. Like you said, that ain't the song book anymore."
Gee frowned. "We still need friends to make us happy, even when we're in love with someone. It doesn't change. Ever."
"Placating the boyfriend ain't my idea of making anyone happy," Euan said. "I don't care what he thinks or feels about me, or what she thinks I think or feel about him. But if gratitude is deserved, I'm the first one to put my hand up and offer it. He helped me out, I ain't gonna forget that."
"That's all I was talking about. It might be nice to actually thank him in person with a pint, or something. I never mentioned placating. Guilty conscience much?" Gee looked at him before she leaned forward again and kissed his temple. "I'll go get the robe, and we'll get you home, sweetheart."
Euan scrunched his nose up. "I know how you two think, even if you all get complexes about being compared to each other. Your problem that you're so alike, not mine." But he came to watch her closely again for a few moments, falling quiet until he added, "Thank you." As soon as the words left his mouth, though, he knew they meant more than just her getting the robe for him. Much more.
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He was sweating slightly now with the effort, not even waiting like he was told for a nurse to help him. He was really starting to wonder who the fuck he pissed off in a past lifetime to have his luck go so far down the shitter lately like it had done. If it wasn't one thing, it was another, and he was frankly just plain drained from the whole thing. Now he didn't even have work to distract himself with. Not only strict doctor's orders, but strict cop HQ orders, Euan wasn't allowed back to work until the wound was fully healed and he was back to full operational capacity. By that time, they would have a permanent posting for him, too, which could be fucking anywhere.
Gee had a stuffed bear tucked under her arm and a bag of sweets in her hand as she stepped off the lift and walked down the hall of the hospital floor towards Euan's room. She was so intent on running through her words of apologies that when she entered the private room, it took her a moment to realise that Euan was trying to get dressed. She stared at him, shock and then concern flitting across her features before she set down the bear and paper bag next to him and reached up to touch the backs of her fingers to his forehead and then brushed them against his cheek. "Going somewhere?"
"Aye. I am." Euan replied automatically and then took the time to hesitate and frown slightly up at her. It wasn't like they had argued or had an outright explosive argument of any sort. It wasn't anything like that. He had just slipped right back into the usual routine of his by doing everything alone. He was doubtful how they could even work this relationship thing when they never seemed to be on the same page. It always seemed like they were looking in different directions, another thing he was just plain tired of. "Why aren't you at work?" he asked, trying again to drag the t-shirt over his arms.
Gee seriously considered cuffing him to the bed to stop him from leaving the hospital. In fact, her fingers even hooked into the cuffs clipped to her hip, but she relented when she watched him struggle with the t-shirt and gently started to help him. She took it slowly and made sure she didn't hurt, smoothing her hands over his shoulders once the t-shirt was over his head and she'd tugged it down. "Because this is where I should be," she answered him quietly, her blue eyes meeting his gaze with a meaningful look.
"Really?" Euan asked flatly, holding her gaze. He had basically just sat there when she stepped in to help him with his shirt, even if he almost told her to stop. "Because last I looked, there were practically skidmarks on the lino from how fast you pissed off outta here. Pardon me if I ain't sure I actually buy that." He reached over to try and get his socks from where they were sitting on top of his jacket at the end of the bed, and immediately regretted the action, hand rapidly going to his torso just above the wound with a string of hissed expletives. "And do me a favour, and don't give me anymore bullshit about talking and secrets. I'm done with it. Damned if I fucking do, damned even fucking more if I fucking don't."
"Really," Gee answered as she picked up his socks and hooked her foot around the leg of the chair to pull it up behind her and sit down in front of him so she could get his socks on for him. She pressed her lips together as she breathed slowly out of her nose and tried to curb any aggressive retorts, or justifications for her behaviour. She knew she'd done wrong, Stuart knew she'd done wrong, Euan clearly knew she'd fucked up. There was no point trying to defend her actions. "I'm sorry. I really am. This is where I belong though. I'm not leaving you again."
"Going to make it hard if I'm not talking and you're not listening unless I want you to," Euan bit out. He was feeling about two steps from just walking out half naked. No shoes, no socks, no jeans. Anyone copping an eyeful could deal with it. It seemed like so much bloody effort just to strip off again when he got home. Whatever the painkillers they had switched him to knowing he was going home were doing eff bloody all. He wasn't going to give into the passive aggressive blackmail one nurse tried telling him he could still have post-op morphine if he stayed.
Gee arched an eyebrow slightly, her hands resting lightly on his legs after getting his socks on. She was waiting to see if he'd realise that he wasn't actually in any shape to go home, but Euan was stubborn, and the truth was she could see why he didn't want to be here. If he did really just want to go home, then she'd help him and she'd stay with him. She wasn't letting him suffer alone. "Then I'll just listen to the silence. I'm here to make up for my fuck-ups, Euan. I know I did wrong, but I want to make amends. You're going to be stuck with me. Chances are you won't even be able to take a piss without me right there."
"I would take a piss in front of the fucking Queen if I needed to. I'm hardly the bashful type," Euan said with a small snort. In fact, back in their partner days, it wasn't uncommon for Vee to follow him into the men's room while they were in the middle of a case discussion. Sometimes their best thinking got done in there. He stopped, shaking his head slightly with his nose scrunched up in annoyance. "What the fuck was that, anyway? You think I actually wanted to talk about that bullshit? You wanted to know, I told you. I told you I would answer anything you asked, then all of a sudden when I'm trying to explain, you don't want to fucking know? Do you know how fucking annoying it is to be placated?"
Gee started to rub her hand against the back of Euan's leg soothingly, giving him a gentle massage. "Yeah, I do. I do know. But I was just... I thought I was doing the right thing, only I couldn't realise I was being such a fuckwit until later. I just wish I could take that whole moment back. I was stupid, and I just... I'm here. Okay? I'm here. I want to listen, I want to just be here for you. And if I've lost out, then... I'll just keep trying to make it up to you, and just hope you can give me a second chance eventually."
Euan was silent as he just watched her while a few moments past, obvious unspoken thoughts going through his mind when she finished her comment. "Just for the record, turning around from being a dirty crim thieving addict who would hurt his only family for a hit to this," he waved his hand up and down his body, "is not anything to be proud of. All it is is survival. If not this, I'd be fucking pushing daisies by now. I lost count of how many times I nearly fried myself on bad crack. I stole my own fucking grandmother's pension money, left her near destitute when she tried to help me. It's nothing that comes with pride."
Gee sucked on her bottom lip as she listened. She stayed quiet for a long moment after he'd finished, not sure if she was stupid enough to want to cry or not. She was a cop. She'd seen people like Euan was describing day in and day out. Her heart didn't break for them. It broke for Euan because she knew him. She had a personal attachment. She looked over him again, the tattoos, the scars she knew were there... it all took on a new light in the wake of his revelation. "It still takes strength to want to survive something like that, and to successfully survive."
Euan shook his head. "It takes nearly being murdered, by your childhood best friend, who also happens to be your dealer and in a more fucked up state than yourself. I'm not a hero for wanting to live. It was nothing but fear that turned me around. Looking into his eyes as he twisted the knife in me, I saw myself."
This time Gee's bottom lip started to tremble and she took a deep breath as she glanced away, not wanting to look at Euan when she knew there would be tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry."
Euan was once against waving his hand dismissively, but there was no aggravation this time. He just wasn't sure what else to say. It wasn't like she could say anything in return and he didn't want to end up sitting there doing all the talking while she apologised to him for about the eighth time she she appeared a few minutes ago. "Shit happens," he mumbled, really wanting a smoke all of a sudden.
Gee leaned forward and kissed his knee. She was more than aware of how many 'sorrys' she was racking up and made a mental note not to apologise anymore. There also really wasn't anything she could say to change Euan's past. She was just grateful that he had chosen to survive. "So do exploding body parts. Are you really sure you're ready to leave? No offence, love, but you still look like shit."
"I hate waking up in hospitals. I haven't slept naturally since I got here unless they've got me knocked out, and as fucking awesome as morphine is, dosing an ex-addict with any substance is counterproductive. It just pisses us off and makes us want to kill ourselve more with legal substances like booze and smokes." In fact, he went back to trying to get his stuff together, knowing he only needed to sign those damn forms, if they ever got their fingers out and brought them to him. "I feel like the bomb compared to what I did a few days ago."
Gee cleared her throat as she watched him. "You can't just go home though. You're still not able to dress yourself. And if you're really in that much pain still it's going to suck to be left alone with it. How are you going to change your dressings? And as immodest as you may be, how are you planning on getting to the toilet and back?" Gee tucked her tongue in the corner of her mouth for a moment. "You leave, I'm coming with. I'll be your live-in nurse."
"You've got work, I'll manage," Euan told her, moving to stand up now, even if it was a process and he was still technically leaning on the bed. "I can't stay here. I need to sleep. My brain feels like it's about to fucking melt out of my arsehole. They said I could go home when I..." He waved his hand with a snort. "Some fucking medical bollocking talk for taking a dump. See? Shit does happen. And now I'm going home because this place reeks like a methadone clinic."
"All's quiet on the Western Front. Stu's capable of using a phone if anything happens." Gee stood up as well, hovering in case he lost his balance. "Alright, so go home. But you're not going home alone. That's all I'm saying. I'll work it around the job."
Euan couldn't say anything at first. He just wanted to give into the pain and exhaustion without keeping up a façade for a few moments. It was a rare moment, indeed. He leaned forward with a small, strained groan, first resting his elbows on the bed, followed by his head on his arm. He breathed out slowly and wet his lips, just trying to wait it out. But he cleared his throat, with a small nod against his forearm. "Aye... aye, alright. Cheers. I appreciate it," he mumbled, relenting without protest.
Gee rubbed her hand over his back and leaned forward to kiss the back of his neck. Two big revelations in such a short space wouldn't be easy on him, even when the second wasn't even verbal. "You won't once you realise what me never leaving you alone means, love. How about we try and get your pants on first, huh? You might have to learn to embrace trackpants for a while. Let the jeans go."
Euan was wondering if he could just do what all those brats on the Harry Potter movies did and get from one place to the next by magic. "Times like this, I wish I was born a fucking Scot."
Gee smirked. "We could always just pinch a bed sheet. I'm sure they have more. You could bring the toga back into fashion."
Euan gave a small laugh, but immediately regretted it with a pained snort. "How about just getting me a joint?" he joked.
Gee picked up his jeans and squatted down on the floor so she could try and start getting him into them. "I'll see what I can do, but I'm a little wary about getting you one here. I also don't have enough money to get to Amsterdam just to score you some pot."
Euan shook his head. "I can't put those on," he finally admitted. "I can't even stand the elastic of my jocks around my stomach. I've got some at home, another reason I need to be there and not here. Better porn channels, too."
"Thought sex was going to make you implode?" Gee asked as she stood up and tossed the jeans back on the bed. "Off with the jocks, lover. And we're trying the bed sheet thing. You can laugh all you want, but it's going to be the most comfortable thing unless you want to wear a gown home."
"I'm not wearing a fucking sheet home," Euan said in annoyance, and really wanted to just smack someone with an IV pole in frustration at the predicament. He just wanted to sleep, it wasn't too much to ask, was it? "Who said anything about sex, anyway? Porn is not sex."
"I'm just trying to help," Gee murmured. "Too bad you're not a member of the trenchcoat brigade. Maybe Ronnie can help us out with that? It's just entertainment. Right. I guess it's more interesting than half the shit on TV at the moment anyway."
Euan was hit with a wave of nausea and dizziness from trying to stand too long and shifted to ease himself down into the visitor's chair, dropping his head back to wait for it to pass. "You know, you really are a pain in the arse when you want to be." Pot, kettle, black, most likely, but if she wanted to stick around, she had to take him for the good, bad and the ugly.
Gee sat on the edge of his bed as she waited to see just what the Irishman did want to do about the trouser situation. "I warned you." She couldn't help but smile though, figuring that if they could both survive each other being pains in the arse then they were definitely onto something.
Euan pointed over his shoulder with his thumb in the direction of the room door. "There's a wee old lady two doors up. Beryl. She thinks I'm a darling. Go tell her I need her robe, or just steal it. I don't fucking care right now, I just wanna go home. I feel like a piece of shit. A very large piece of shit. Just don't go pissing me off, I don't have the energy to tell you to fuck off."
"I wouldn't leave even if you did tell me to fuck off. Not this time." Gee got up off the bed and touched his shoulder as she passed. "I'll get the robe, and we'll get you home. What is it with you and the old dears, anyway? The one back in New York loved you just as much."
Euan smirked weakly. "You and Vee are the only females who think I'm a wanker," he felt the need to smugly point out. "All the others adore me. I'm adorable."
Gee winked at him. "Only because we love you. We can't have you getting a big head, even if it's adorable."
Euan rolled his eyes slightly, but he was watching her with a woozy amusement. "Fucking bollocks. You both always gagged for me to get my big head on the go. Practically begged me for it a lot of the time." For emphasis, he pointedly readjusted himself in his boxers and cleared his throat smugly.
Gee wet her lips as she looked at him and his boxers. "Well, she's out of the picture as far as that's concerned and I'm more concerned about your big head getting some rest." She picked up his hand as she brought it to her lips and proceeded to tongue fuck his finger as she smirked at him. "That way I can wait for you to be ready for the sexual healing to begin. I hear it really does work wonders."
Euan pulled his hand away. "Fuck, no... please. A break? Please," he all-but begged her. For maybe the third time in his life, he didn't feel like sex at all, in any way, shape or form. "What, do the assholes have penicillan in their jizz or something? No such fucking thing as sexual healing," he snorted. "Or doctors would be out of fucking business."
Gee laughed softly as she kissed his forehead. "You really are in bad shape, aren't you? And don't be so fucking literal. You really can be a buzzkill when you want. It's about comfort, and just being close to someone when you really need it."
"Hey, ain't an exploding internal organ buzzkill enough? I'm just rolling with the motions." Euan paused though, frowning slightly. "I owe your guard dog a thanks. And I'm not talking about the haggis-eater."
Gee's eyebrows went up before she gave him a soft smile. "I'll be sure to pass the thanks on, but I think you might need to give it to him yourself. I'm sure it would make Vee happy."
"I ain't doing it to make her happy," Euan returned immediately, still frowning maybe with a little more intensity now. "She doesn't need me to make her happy anymore. Like you said, that ain't the song book anymore."
Gee frowned. "We still need friends to make us happy, even when we're in love with someone. It doesn't change. Ever."
"Placating the boyfriend ain't my idea of making anyone happy," Euan said. "I don't care what he thinks or feels about me, or what she thinks I think or feel about him. But if gratitude is deserved, I'm the first one to put my hand up and offer it. He helped me out, I ain't gonna forget that."
"That's all I was talking about. It might be nice to actually thank him in person with a pint, or something. I never mentioned placating. Guilty conscience much?" Gee looked at him before she leaned forward again and kissed his temple. "I'll go get the robe, and we'll get you home, sweetheart."
Euan scrunched his nose up. "I know how you two think, even if you all get complexes about being compared to each other. Your problem that you're so alike, not mine." But he came to watch her closely again for a few moments, falling quiet until he added, "Thank you." As soon as the words left his mouth, though, he knew they meant more than just her getting the robe for him. Much more.
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