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William Anthony Biggs-Turner (britishice) wrote in badwater_rpg,
@ 2009-01-17 12:11:00

Entry tags:

brendan prince, january, rated r, william biggs-turner

Who: William and Brendan
What: William wakes up
Where: The hospital
When: Late Saturday evening
Rating: R for mentions of violence

His throat felt dry, which was a strange sensation to wake up to since he never slept with his mouth open. Trying to swallow he found it hard to do so and whimpered, shifting, aiming to push himself up on the bed. Yet he couldn't find the strength and just slumped back down, eyes still closed. There was a hand against his forehead and a kind voice - a nurse - telling him what she was doing as she was doing it. The next minute a cup was being put up against his mouth and she helped him take a drink of water.

Slowly he opened his eyes, swallowing the water he had in his mouth as the cup was taken away. The walls were white and it didn't smell like his home. He must have looked confused, too, because the nurse looked at him sympathetically.

"You are in a hospital. You were stabbed. I'm going to go get the doctor, alright?" Offering him a gentle smile she left the room and he just lay there, staring up at the bright white ceiling. Dylan had stabbed him, that much he remembered though it really was a bit faint in his mind. Inhaling he tried moving his feet and them realized he couldn't. His legs wouldn't move. Immediately he began to panic, trying to weakly pull himself up on the bed, thinking his mind must be playing tricks on him. The doctor stepped in, flanked by a nurse who tried to sooth him back down, giving him a bit of sedative.

The doctor introduced himself and began explaining William's injuries. The only thing the man caught from it though was damage to spinal membrane and temporary paralysis. There was also a comment in there about liking his books and then the doctor was gone and the nurse asked if there was anyone they could call for him. Since Brendan wasn't there William had a feeling...the man wasn't going to come even if he was called so he just shook his head, not even bothering to speak. She left him there after checking his vitals; allowing him to lay in the room and stare up at the ceiling blankly.

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listentomyvoice
2009-01-17 02:24 am UTC (link)

It was about five minutes later before Brendan's voice could be heard, "Let me in to see William," And his power could probably be heard by someone who knew him-aka William. He had had to do that every time he came in to check on the man. He just couldn't sit still in the hospital, and was a bit antsy and angry and fidgety and upset after the last day so-well, no one knew when William would wake up, and Brendan was not going to wait at the man's bedside and drive himself more nuts than he already seemed to have gone.

He walked into the room and did a double take over William's eyes being opened and he stepped in the doorway. He was awake. Alive. Okay. Good.

"William?" Now Brendan felt like he had a dry throat, his brow furrowing, "Hey."

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britishice
2009-01-17 02:31 am UTC (link)

Slowly William tilted his head and looked at Brendan, his own eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Was the man really there or was the sedative kicking in, making him see the things he wanted? Oh well. Might as well play into the delusion for the moment. When the nurses heard him talking to himself they would probably come and tend to him.

"Hey." He rasped, his throat still feeling dry even after drinking the water. William glanced at the cup of water which was just out of his reach and sighed, looking back to Brendan.

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listentomyvoice
2009-01-17 02:35 am UTC (link)

Brendan had a moment of just looking at the man. God, he loved him. He was so angry, so upset, and just seeing William okay made it push to the background for a moment.

"You thirsty?" He asked as he stepped forward, picking up the glass of water and offering it to the man. He cleared his throat, looking generally awkward and unsure. Why had William gone to Dylan? What had they said? What was going on? Why was Brendan still there/ At least he had an answer to the last question. He loved William.

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britishice
2009-01-17 02:44 am UTC (link)

"Sure." He swallowed hard and tried to reach out for the drink, though he didn't quite make it. The sedative had made his limbs - the working ones, at least - heavy. "Never...mind." Tilting his head he looked away from Brendan, feeling ridiculous. He was stuck in some hospital bed, unable to move his legs (or anything from the hips down, it felt) and unable to even accept a glass of water.

"You should go. Even my hallucinations of you...make me feel guilty." William seemed to have a little trouble breathing but got over it quickly.

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listentomyvoice
2009-01-17 02:48 am UTC (link)

Brendan watched that, hopeful that the man would get it, but seeing that it wasn't happening, he shook his head, "Oh, come on and turn your head, I'll help you. And don't get butch on me, you are wearing a gown," He moved to the side of the bed more to put his hand on William's shoulder, "I'm not a hallucination. So hey, feel guilty over the real thing!" He offered, not caring particularly that the man felt guilty. He should.

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	britishice 2009-01-17 02:54 am UTC (link)
	He felt pathetic but turned his head anyway and allowed Brendan to help him take a drink of water. Hallucinations couldn't do that, could they? Certainly not. Swallowing the water his throat felt less sore and he rested his head back tiredly against the pillows. "I can't move my legs." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	listentomyvoice 2009-01-17 02:55 am UTC (link)
	"Stabs to the spine can do that, yeah," Brendan nodded a bit, brushing back some of William's hair as he moved to sit down in the chair by the man's bed, his deed of getting the man water done, "Is there any other effects? And will your legs regain any feeling?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

britishice
2009-01-17 03:01 am UTC (link)

"They said it is probably temporary." At least his injuries were easy to talk about. It meant not having to ask Brendan if they were over. It meant not having to talk about who stabbed him, or how he didn't even have any business being there in the first place. Closing his eyes William again tried to wiggle his toes but couldn't and the feeling was awkward. So he just lay there with his eyes closed and rested for a moment.

To be honest he felt a little lost and helpless.

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listentomyvoice
2009-01-17 03:03 am UTC (link)

"Good," Brendan nodded, looking at the man's feet then up to his face before he adjusted in his seat. He wasn't going to tell William he had gone to see Dylan. He wasn't going to tell him he made Dylan beat himself up. He wasn't even going to tell the man that he had called 911 as he left to call in a suicide attempt so that Dylan did get medical attention and maybe, if the world was lucky, psychiatric help.

He did, however, have to mention the kid, "Dylan called me to tell me what had happened. Said someone had stabbed you."

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britishice
2009-01-17 03:07 am UTC (link)

"Did he." Obviously William wasn't up for much talking. His throat was a bit sore and the sedative was making him tired. Yet he didn't want Brendan to leave him there. He didn't want to wake up alone again.

"I'm sorry." He stated after a minute, face seeming to fall a bit as he felt tears stinging his eyes. Great. So apparently the god damned meds had weakened his over-all resolve and his dislike of crying.

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listentomyvoice
2009-01-17 03:10 am UTC (link)

"Yeah," Brendan nodded. Sorry or Love you. He was getting used to those words. Sadly the former more than the latter two. He noticed the man's face but didn't know what to tell him. He was obviously not going to say it was all right. It wasn't. This wasn't just yet another jaunt off for drinks with the kid. This was bigger than that.

"I think this discussion can wait until you are better, William," Brendan couldn't really abandon William, could he? He loved him. Enough to be in a hospital, at least.

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	britishice 2009-01-17 03:13 am UTC (link)
	"Right. You'll walk me oh so lovingly through physical therapy. You will watch me as I stumble, and have to use a cane and finally when I can walk you'll leave me." He spat, turning his head away. Had he been able to, he would have turned his whole body but for the time being only turning his torso a bit would have to do. "I'd rather you just leave me now." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

listentomyvoice
2009-01-17 03:17 am UTC (link)

"Oh, fuck you, William," Brendan was not going to take that, "I have been with you through more shit than I ever thought possible, and there is no way this is going to stop me from being with the man I love. God damn if he isn't a bastard, though," He huffed, arm resting on the arm rest, elbow bent as his fingers rubbed at his temple, "I've worked with you through way more than you've ever offered me, where the Hell do you get off saying shit like that? Christ."

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britishice
2009-01-17 03:22 am UTC (link)

As always William wanted to run, but he couldn't move his legs. He couldn't get up and get away from Brendan. Instead he just stared at the wall, even as his heart monitor starting beeping a bit faster with his frustration and his breathing picked up a little bit. Now that he was turned the blankets had fallen away a bit, his gown open a little in the back. Against his lower back there was a lot of gauze and medical tape, covering where he was stabbed.

He wanted Brendan to go away but couldn't find the heart to say it. Right then he just wanted to sink away into the waters of his self pity.

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listentomyvoice
2009-01-17 03:27 am UTC (link)

He could see he was upsetting the man, and Brendan just sighed, standing up. He didn't have to sit in an awful hospital with someone who didn't want him there, or maybe even didn't want him period. He loved William and the man was getting upset and flustered over him being a bit perturbed over the man's insinuation that he would only love him until he fixed him. It just frustrated Brendan. After all he did, after how much he cared. Well. He supposed there was a reason he was angry on top of everything else.

"You can call when you need me, then. If you want," He shrugged, not sure what else to say, or if there was anything else to say, "I'll probably come by later, even if you don't call or care."

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	britishice 2009-01-17 03:30 am UTC (link)
	"Brendan don't...leave." William still didn't turn to the man but he gripped at the sheets, his body a bit rigid. "I don't know what to say. What do you say to the man you betrayed while you are laying on a hospital bed, unable to move? Small talk doesn't cut it." He was frustrated, eyes closing as he tried to calm himself down. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

listentomyvoice
2009-01-17 03:35 am UTC (link)

"You don't tell him he's going to only stick around until his conscious is fulfilled, for starters," Brendan crossed his arms, "And don't strain yourself like that, you will hurt something. I'm not letting you hurt yourself on my account, forcing me to be in here longer, okay? You probably don't know this, but I hate hospitals, okay? So. I'm here. And that is a lot. And I want to stay. And that is a lot. And you should say it means a lot to you, too. That is what you should say. You should say something that will at least show me you recognize how hurt I am, okay?" His voice got a bit wobbly at the end there as he crossed his arms and swayed a bit, looking down at his feet, "I broke our God damned coffee table when I was told about you. I didn't know what to do with myself."

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britishice
2009-01-17 03:38 am UTC (link)

Well now he wasn't going to say the words because they'd sound superficial and William hated that. So he just tried to relax, which was hard to do but the sedative still coursing through his system helped. He just sort of laid back again, eyes still closed. Funny they'd put him on his back, since he'd been stabbed, but to be honest he couldn't really feel the wound. How many painkillers did they have him on, he wondered.

"I get that you are hurt but I can't...do anything. If you hate hospitals then don't...be here. I'm not going to force you to relive your parent's deaths or whatever." William scowled.

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listentomyvoice
2009-01-17 03:43 am UTC (link)

"I'm not reliving them, I wasn't there," Brendan hissed, shaking his head, "William, why the Hell can't you just...You can do plenty. You can do little things. I don't care, just try. Please," Brendan bit his lip, "Stop making me feel like my emotions are so out of the realm of normal that you can't deal with them. This is normal. I was worried, I was upset, I was angry, I was hurt. But I want to be here because I love you anyway. See?"

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	britishice 2009-01-17 03:45 am UTC (link)
	"I'd off you a hug but I smell like a hospital." He murmured, eyes opening as he stared up at the ceiling. The man chewed on his lower lip thoughtfully, trying to piece together everything that had happened. He was also trying to figure out if he would report it or not. The doctor was bound to ask but he...wasn't sure he could rat Dylan out. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

listentomyvoice
2009-01-17 03:48 am UTC (link)

"You have smelt like worse," Brendan pointed out, moving to sit on the edge of the bed, figuring that was the best he was going to get from the man. It wasn't really anything, and he was pretty sure he deserved more, but...Old habits were hard to break, and he really did love William.

"Well, come on. What are you thinking about, slim?" He finally asked, hand moving to touch the man's arm.

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	britishice 2009-01-17 01:19 pm UTC (link)
	The touch to his arm startled him out of train of thought so he glanced at Brendan, moving to take the other man's hand in his own. "If you push me a little, you can lay down." He offered, since he couldn't exactly move himself very easily. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

listentomyvoice
2009-01-17 02:27 pm UTC (link)

"Okay," Brendan nodded a bit, moving to do just that, gentle and careful about it, moving William a bit to the side to lay down beside him, hand taking the man's again. Brendan did not know really where they stood, but he wanted to be close.

"Sorry I wasn't here when you woke up," He said as his thumb brushed against William's knuckles, eyes on their hands, "I...Yeah. Anyway. Sorry."

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	britishice 2009-01-17 02:47 pm UTC (link)
	"Its fine. You would have had to listen to the doctor rattle off about how fucked I am anyway." William still had a bit of bruising on his face from when Dylan had dropped him on the ground, but other than that and the stab which had made it so he couldn't walk he was okay. Sort of. He tilted his head and brushed a kiss to Brendan's forehead, sighing tiredly. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	listentomyvoice 2009-01-17 02:55 pm UTC (link)
	"Yeah, they told me that there would be some damage," Brendan nodded. Well, he had made them tell him, really, but William did not need to know Brendan went a tad crazy while he was out. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)