But Daddy I want to let you know somehow

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Who: makes_asteroids & limitedrun
When: Monday, 19.12.2011, early morning
Where: Skye Medical
Summary: Not!Dad has found his MiniMe was admitted due to something. He's concerned.
Warnings: Typical father-son stuff really. Some discussion of suicide.

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[limitedrun]

Griffin had fallen into a fitful sleep. He was always a very light sleeper. That plus being in the hospital put him on edge. When the doctor suggested that he be put on medication to help him sleep, Griffin almost got himself thrown out by threatening the removal of the doctor's limbs. There was something about bed confinement and the pure white walls and the fact that someone was always watching that made Griffin feel like he was going to go insane.

He did eventually sleep though, barely. When Michael walked in, even though he was quiet, Griffin woke with a start. "Wha--" He tried to sit up, but he did it too fast and aggravated some of his many injuries. He seethed and laid back down. He had bruises all over his face and his torso. His left hand was taped up. New knife marks were joining the myriad of old scars. He looked like hell.

Oddly enough, Michael's concern made Griffin feel like he was in trouble. This was his fault, after all. "Hey." He had no idea what else to say.

[makes_asteroids]

"If I didn't know it was your version of Hell, I'd threaten to put you in a bubble." He was concerned, yes. Worried. They always seemed to get hurt, his children.

He crossed the room, kneeling at Griffin's bedside, checking over bandages and wounds, hands gentle but firm. Satisfied he wasn't further injured by the startling. "What happened?"

[limitedrun]

"Get off." Michael wasn't hurting him in any way, it was purely out of habit that Griffin tried to shoo the old man away. He never liked people making a fuss over his injuries.

He looked away, his lips pressed into a thin line. What happened, Michael asked. Griffin didn't want to touch on what happened at all. How exactly was he supposed to explain that he chained up and beat the shit out of himself without sounding like a complete and total lunatic? There was a long pause before Griffin bit out, "Darkness. It was some monster."

Even he knows that he isn't remotely convincing.

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"I'll get off when I am damn well sure you aren't going to bleed to death, not a moment sooner." Hr didn't enjoy being fretted over either. But it was an instinct with those he called his children. With any child really.

"Just some monster? Griffin these did not all occur at once. Don't lie to me." It wasn't hostile. What it was, well and truly, was worried. "Just tell me the truth. Did someone hurt you?" Because he'd return the injures, with interest, if so. "Why couldn't you Jump away? Come to me? I would have helped you."