Saint Patrick ☘ (shamrocked_) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2011-01-29 11:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | clio, saint patrick |
Who: Patrick and Clio
What: Surprise!
When: Friday Afternoon
Where: At a doctor's office
Patrick hated waiting. He knew that he had once been a very patient person when it came to waiting for things, but now he was the complete opposite. That lack of patience only got worse when it meant one of his friends could be sick.
He sat beside Clio while they waited for the doctor, and he jiggled his leg almost constantly while they waited. He had to bite his tongue to keep from saying, 'how long now? How long?' because he didn't think that was helpful. Clio was probably just as worried as he was.
Instead of drawing attention to the fact that they were sitting there waiting, Patrick leaned over and he said, "so how are you feeling?"
Clio still wasn't okay. She was far from. She had days where she stayed and bed and pretended to not exist, and then days where she could get to the couch. Getting to the doctor was a big step. She kept her eyes on her hands, knowing people were watching.
But Patrick was there and despite his nervousness he was helping because she could focus on someone that wasn't her. His question got him a tiny smile, "queasy. Nervous. Trying hard not to become agoraphobic. Trying not to let the splinters make me into a mess. There's a list somewhere." sometimes the old Clio poked through and without asking she took his hand, "thank you for coming with me. And here I am, supposed to be the older role model."
"No," Patrick soothed her with a smile. He have her hand a gentle squeeze, careful not to hurt her. "You don't have to be a role model, just a friend. And you absolutely are that. It'll be alright," he said calmly, even though his leg was still jiggling.
She smiled again, even though she felt like she forced it most of the time. She glanced to his leg, then to him. "Uh-huh. Patience is a Virtue, you're the Saint here so you should know it well." She felt okay enough to tease him, it helped.
When the doctor called for her she rose, keeping Patrick near because he was the only one that made it so she wouldn't run or collapse into a weeping heap.
Patrick chuckled and he had been about to tell her he didn't know patience so well any more, but then the doctor called her and Patrick had to stop jiggling his foot to go in with Clio. Unless she didn't want him-
"Do you want me to come in with you?" he asked gently.
She nodded, "please. The most he'll do is draw blood or I'd have asked my sister to come with me. It's just...strange man. Can't deal with it too well." She gave him a thankful smile, "and I owe you forever for this. You've no idea how grateful I am to know that if I get freaked out you're here."
"Of course I am," Patrick said with a smile. "It's okay, you can hold my hand tight, okay? I'm not going anywhere." Seeing blood drawn thankfully wasn't something that would make him twitch. And even if it was, he would deal with it for Clio. He walked beside her, following the doctor but making sure Clio was okay the entire time.
She smiled gratefully, keeping her hand around him as they were ushered into the room. The doctor asked some simple questions, and she was thankful none of them had to do with her scars, put her on a scale and measured her before drawing the blood. She winced through it, and when he left decided to talk before she collapsed. "I kind of hope this whole 'I'm a Muse' doesn't show up on blood tests. Be funny though, he comes back and asks if I'm a Vampire because my cells don't age or some nonsense. Or maybe they look like books. Wouldn't surprise me."
Patrick chuckled and he put his hand on Clio's back to keep from jiggling his leg again. "I had blood drawn last time I was at the hospital and other than a rather high concentration of alcohol in there, they didn't say anything strange. I think though, that if cells were shaped differently, mine would be little clovers! Oh god, or all the shapes of the marshmallows from Lucky Charms!"
The touch made her tense, but because it was Patrick she relaxed. Patrick was one of the two men she felt she could trust. "You know I want to be clever and say something hurtful but I won't. I'm not mean." She gave a half laugh to that, "taking the Lords name in vain there Saint, and probably a mix of the two. Which I would then try and bottle and sell." She bit at her lip as she waited, "so do you have any relics? No Patrick shaped bones out there?"
Patrick chuckled a little because sometimes he did let 'god' or 'Jesus' slip when he really shouldn't. It was a bad habit, but better than drinking himself stupid and ending up in hospital since God was forgiving. "You'd sell my charmy blood?" Patrick grinned. "You know, there's a cathedral in Ireland that says they have my skull, but since no one knows where I was buried, it's highly unlikely they actually do."
It was a good distraction, talking like this. She glanced to the door, then to Patrick. "would you mind opening it a little? Can't breathe well." With a small smile she went back to her distraction, "Just to hear you say 'she's after my lucky charms' and be completely serious about it? Hell yeah. I'd wager I'd make a small fortune." She raised an eyebrow then patted his head, "I like your skull right there. It's a nice skull, and I mean that in a very non-zombie way."
It was only a little while later that the doctor returned, this time with a frown. He was saying something about how she really needed to pay attention to her diet, that she was somewhat beneath the weight she should be and that she'd need more vitamins. Nothing she didn't expect but when he turned to look at Patrick to ask if he was the father her mind blanked and she blinked and set one hand over her stomach, not quite believing the news.
Patrick opened the door as she requested and then he chuckled as she praised his skull. "I am glad to know it's in a non-zombie way!" he said, re-joining her.
When the doctor came back in, Patrick listened carefully, just in case Clio was in a state where she wasn't taking it all in. And then the doctor asked him if he was 'the father'. Patrick's jaw dropped and then he felt bad because that was rude.
"Am I wh- N- No! I'm a- I-" Patrick took a deep breath and started again. "I'm in love with a man!" he said, probably louder than he needed to, since the doctor probably didn't actually care whether he was or not.
Which made the doctor just blink, but it made Clio laugh, something she hadn't done in quite some time. It felt good, and somewhat relieving. When she calmed down she felt...lighter somehow. Not better but something was clicking inside and she didn't have to focus on all her mess anymore. This was good, something pure and honestly amazing and she couldn't put to words how much it was easing the pain inside.
"No.No. He's my moral support. A minute, please?" When the doctor gave a confused nod and left Clio didn't know how to react. Happiness was there, and the splinters were a bit less bright and painful.
"Sorry. Although, it's a logical assumption to make. This is...I...I don't even know."
"It's okay," Patrick said, shaking his head because all he really cared about right now was Clio. She had laughed and that was wonderful to hear, but he didn't know if it had been from nerves or what. "Clio, are you...u-uhm, are you okay?"
She was smiling, a true smile for once because while this didn't make anything okay, it made it better. There was someone completely dependent on her now, something she already loved and would let down if she continued to fall like she had been. "I don't know. I'm...I just don't know. I mean this is good, it is. And I've got a reason now don't I? To not keep splintering." She smiled again, softer now. "Gods...I can't even think right now."
Smiling was definitely a good sign. "You do have a reason," Patrick said, kissing her hair quickly. She said she couldn't think so Patrick tried to make himself useful. "And I will be here for you for anything, okay? Do we ask the doctor for a referral or...something?"
The kiss made her smile, grateful for the distraction, the question making her giggle. "That's not going to help your case. And I know you are. I'll ask." She ran her hands through her fingers, both happy and still feeling somewhat sad and broken. But this was a reason. She hadn't had that before. Not truly. She took Patrick's hand and smiled, "Thank you. And I love you, and before you decide to tel lthe world you're taken I mean this as a friend." She was teasing, if only to be less confused. "But I'm pregnant Patrick and it's wonderful. I have to tell my sisters. They'll be happy. I think."
Patrick chuckled and he said, "I love you too," easily since he did. "Congratulations. I am sure your sisters will be happy that you are happy about it. I know I am."
Smiling came easier now. Things were okay, they would remain okay and get better. She'd done this before. She could do it again. "Good seeing I'm putting you on the list of potential godparents. Enough Aunts and Uncles to fill a small country anyway." She got off the bed and went to hug him, mostly because he was there. "I'll need you to walk me home, and then I'll call people. And probably the father too."
Godparent?! Patrick grinned with glee at that prospect. "Godparent! OOOH! Ahem. Don't take that as pressure. But I love kids," and then he hugged Clio, rather pleased to be doing so. "Of course I'll walk you home." He didn't ask who the father was, since it wasn't his business. If she wanted him to know, she would say so.
She had to laugh to that again, "I'm bribeable with cupcakes. Although I should look into healthy things now. And you're adorable." She nodded, not really thinking about telling him who. It hadn't clicked that it may not be obvious to anyone but herself. "I'm glad you were here though. Thank you."
"Cupcakes, check. But not too many. Cupcakes and carrots. Because they are healthy! And you are absolutely welcome. I'm glad I'm here too."