Ernie (earnestlearning) wrote in afic, @ 2011-02-18 20:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: ernie macmillian, character: terry boot, x player: joan, x player: julia |
ernie/terry
WHO: Ernie MacMillan & Terry Boot
WHAT: Comfort after Ernie's attack
WHEN: Backdated to last week after the attacks.
WHERE: Mungo's
RATING: PG
STATUS: Started in docs, continued here!
It had taken an hour of insisting he would be fine, but Ernie managed to get his worried family out of his room at St. Mungo’s. It was true that he was still weak and having bones grown back into place wasn’t a picnic, but he’d live and be fine which, in the end, was all that mattered. Still, his parents hadn’t raised him without getting to know his needs and when they saw that he really desired some alone time, they allowed it. However, unknown to Ernie, they were only a few feet away in the waiting area while he slept uneasily.
Finally, after an hour of broken sleep, Ernie groaned and opened his eyes. He couldn’t move much which was irritating for someone who always wanted to be on the go. He looked down at his arm which was mangled pretty badly, but already looked to be growing as it should. The rest had been scrapes, bruises, and burns which were pretty easily taken care of though, cosmetically, he still looked a mess while the charms did their business. He only wished the soreness would completely wear already.
Terry had shown up an hour before, trying to get in to see Ernie. He knew that he should probably have stayed away, but Ernie was hurt, and he wasn’t going to let the fear of being labeled a ST hold him back. Instead he had sweet talked his way to Ernie’s room, taking a seat by the blond’s bed... and promptly doozing off. After a full day of the twins and writing while trying to sell off the stupidly large amount of land they needed to sell, Terry was tired. But he had wanted to bring Ernie his care package in person. He’d gotten the other a white tub and filled it with candy, a herb filled pillow, a ‘get well soon Uncle Ernie’ picture from the twins, and a few other things.
It sat as his feet as Terry sat there, mouth wide open and body a little awkwardly positioned as Ernie woke up. It took a few moments, but Terry finally began to blink awake. The pain in his neck was too much, and soon he was rolling his head, only to see the other man sitting awake.
“Oh- hullo,” Terry said, sitting up. “If anyone asks, I’m your cousin Terence.”
It took almost a full minute for Ernie to realize he wasn’t dreaming and that Terry Boot really was sleeping by his bedside. When the realization hit, Ernie’s cheeks colored though he hoped it wasn’t visible to his companion. “My cousin,” he repeated, “I think I can manage to remember that. Seems they didn’t rattle my brain around. Thick skull I have, hm?” He tried to smile, but it hurt his cracked lips and he winced instead. “Sorry, still working out the kinks.” He tried to move so he could do something akin to sitting up, but quickly relented. “Thank you for coming,” he said softly. He couldn’t explain it, but it made him feel better just having Terry there.
“Did you think that I’d leave you all alone here?” Terry asked, smiling a bit as he stood up and cracked his back a bit. He picked up the basket and put it on the side of Ernie’s bed, once more struck by how handsome the other man was. “I’d ask you how you are, but I doubt that you’re alright. If you want to stay with Mandy and I in the house after you get out, let us know Ernie. Just say the word, and you’re there. I work from home, it would be no trouble to us at all. Besides, the twins like Uncle Ernie,” he said, pulling out their picture and handing it over to prove it.
Ernie took the basket with his good arm, but before he could even take in how wonderful it was, Terry presented him with the picture. Maybe it was growing up with sisters, but Ernie always felt protective toward children and he really liked hearing, “Uncle Ernie.” Of course, his sisters’ children had an extra special place in his heart, but Terry and Draco’s children also tugged at his heartstrings. He fingered the childish’ scrawls like it was a great Picasso. “Tell them I owe them a special day out.” He nodded toward the wall. “Can you? Please?” He hated having to ask for help, but he really wanted to look at the picture as often as possible while in that dreary room. “And, mate? I appreciate your offer, but I’m just a little banged up is all. Nothing really.”