for Mark, House, Cameron
Prior had not been having a good couple of days. Health-wise, at least. He'd been feeling generally run-down, had some unpleasant digestive problems, his vision had been a little worse than usual... but none of these things were unusual for him. They just didn't usually happen all at once.
He'd moved in with Maureen, and things seemed to be going well on that front even if he suspected that she wasn't being completely honest with him about how she felt about his relationship with Mark. But she was putting on a happy face, so until he had reason to stress over it, he wasn't going to. She'd seemed chipper enough as soon as he started hanging drapes in the hut, anyway.
Today he was sitting with Mark in the rec room; Mark was reading and Prior had his sketchpad out on the coffee table and was drawing a dress that he was thinking of making for Maureen. A peace offering of sorts. A sorry you walked in on me naked in bed with your ex kind of present. He wondered if they made greeting cards for that.
At one point he turned to Mark and showed him the sketch. "Do you think this would look better in red or..." He froze, blinking as he tried to remember the word. "Um..." His mind had gone completely blank. "Flower," he said. "I mean, that's not..." He held up his hand, examining his palm. "It's tingly," he said. "Numb. I've... oh. Sky. I mean, blue."
Though before Mark could respond, Prior felt strange, as if the rest of his body was shutting down. Like maybe he was about to faint, but he didn't fall, just found himself staring straight ahead, only he couldn't say anything...
And then he fell back, sliding down the couch, eyes rolling into the back of his head as his body started to jerk.
He'd moved in with Maureen, and things seemed to be going well on that front even if he suspected that she wasn't being completely honest with him about how she felt about his relationship with Mark. But she was putting on a happy face, so until he had reason to stress over it, he wasn't going to. She'd seemed chipper enough as soon as he started hanging drapes in the hut, anyway.
Today he was sitting with Mark in the rec room; Mark was reading and Prior had his sketchpad out on the coffee table and was drawing a dress that he was thinking of making for Maureen. A peace offering of sorts. A sorry you walked in on me naked in bed with your ex kind of present. He wondered if they made greeting cards for that.
At one point he turned to Mark and showed him the sketch. "Do you think this would look better in red or..." He froze, blinking as he tried to remember the word. "Um..." His mind had gone completely blank. "Flower," he said. "I mean, that's not..." He held up his hand, examining his palm. "It's tingly," he said. "Numb. I've... oh. Sky. I mean, blue."
Though before Mark could respond, Prior felt strange, as if the rest of his body was shutting down. Like maybe he was about to faint, but he didn't fall, just found himself staring straight ahead, only he couldn't say anything...
And then he fell back, sliding down the couch, eyes rolling into the back of his head as his body started to jerk.