Zayne Vandriel (zvandriel) wrote in causatum_ic, @ 2018-07-18 10:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | backdated!, remynorris, zaynevandriel |
Who: Zayne Vandriel and Remy Norris
What: Remy wakes up
Where: Hospital
When: **backdated** 2 months after the Battle of DI.
The blackness seemed to slip away slowly as his senses began to come back to him. His mind had been connected off and on to those around him. Zayne, mostly. He knew Zayne was there. He had for a long time. How long he had no idea. When he was completely under he had no sense of time. The only sense was Zayne. And sometimes the others he recognized. Daryn. Phobia. Thursday. He wasn’t sure exactly who. Things were muddy stil. But he knew they were friends and they were safe.
Sound came back to him first. It was a confusing mishmash mixing with the mental noise in his mind. He winced against it then was hit with another sensation. Pain. The feeling was familiar but now it was more acute. He gasped as it hit him, his eyes popping open. Then he winced and recoiled. It was bright. And not. Everything was confusing and he couldn’t get his bearings. He couldn’t breathe. Panic.
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Zayne was there. Zayne was always there. Two months and he wasn’t going to leave. He wasn’t going to try to find a place in this new world, not until Remy was with him. No matter what was said to him, Zayne wasn’t leaving.
He was sketching in his notebook when he saw slight movement from the corner of his eye. That wasn’t new. Remy moved slightly sometime. A tease and not at the same time. Still Zayne looked up and dropped his pencil. Remy was awake!
Zayne was at his side and touched his hand lightly, “Hey. You’re okay. You’re here.” He reached and pressed the call nurse button. He tried to send soothing waves of calm to Remy. He was awake!
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That touch to his hand anchored him. Remy squeezed, focusing on Zayne’s voice as he fought against the panic that had his chest tight. He reached out, mentally, and was once again comforted by Zayne’s familiar presence. He managed to get control and slow his breathing as the panic subsided and he went back to breathing normally.
Opening his eyes, slowly this time Remy turned his head toward the voice. He found Zayne even if he was blurry. Remy blinked slowly trying to get his vision to clear. When he tried to speak he ended up coughing, his throat and mouth dry. And moving hurt. He managed little more than a groan before he settled again, just focusing on his breathing. He squeezed Zayne’s hand again. hurts.
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“I’m here, don’t worry,” Zayne said, trying to keep his voice calm. When Remy tried to speak, he reached for an ice chip and offered it to Remy, to help with dry mouth. He reached and brushed his fingers over Remy’s cheek, “Don’t do anything, okay? The doctor will come in a minute and look you over. You just… just stay with me, okay?” Zayne smiled at Remy, wishing he could say something, do something, anything more. He just stroked Remy’s cheek, hoping to keep Remy calm.
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Remy welcomed the ice chip, happily sucking on it and enjoying the relief to his parched mouth and throat. He nuzzled into the touch when he felt Zayne’s fingers against his skin. He wanted to nod but that would hurt so he didn’t. you’re stuck with me. He smiled a little when he sent the words to Zayne. Slowly opening his eyes he looked at him, and this time it was easier to focus.
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Remy’s response sent such a wave of relief through Zayne, he couldn’t help it. He wanted nothing more than to embrace Remy tightly. He knew he couldn’t. He kept stroking his cheek.
“Good,” Zayne said. He should have said something more but he didn’t know what to say. He was just so happy that Remy was awake. The doctor came in and smiled seeing that Remy was awake. He wanted to look Remy over and explain a few things, as easily as possibly. The doctor suggested that Zayne should get lunch but Zayne wanted to stay. Remy seemed to want him to stay too. He wasn’t going to leave.
Once the doctor left, Zayne looked to Remy and smiled to him, “I’m glad you are here. Awake.” He reached over and offered Remy some more ice.
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Remy wasn’t about to let go of Zayne’s hand. And he was glad that he had that anchor when the doctor began to tell him about….everything. His mind was racing. He wasn’t even sure if he had heard everything he doctor had listed. And there was a lot. He had closed his eyes as soon as the doctor had mentioned that he had lost one of them. Was that why he was struggling to focus?
He was relieved when the doctor said he would give him some time and they would talk again if he had questions. He gave a slight nod of thanks before the doctor left then just breathed. He was alive. He was alive and Zayne was right here. That’s what mattered.
Opening his eyes again Remy looked at Zayne happily accepting the ice. His mind was still racing but he was less confused. I’m glad you’re here. I….it’s bad. Tentatively he reached up and touched fingers to the right side of his face.
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“Hey,” Zayne took his fingers before he touched it and kissed those fingertips, “It’s okay. You’ll be okay. We’ll work through this.” Zayne didn’t want Remy to call it bad. He didn’t want to call it bad. No, it wasn’t good but Remy was awake and that was good. That was a great sign. He had Remy back. He had Remy.
“It worked, Remy. Destruction Island is free. People are free now. You did that,” Zayne said. Focus on happy things, positive things.
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Remy’s eyes followed Zayne’s movements then raised to his eyes. Remy liked hearing the we. He knew Zayne had been with him the whole time. Had felt his presence and his mind. It had given Remy something, someone, to latch onto. And he was still here. They were still a we.
When Zayne mentioned the island and that people were free he smiled. It had worked. All of their planning and it had work. He tried to speak again and it took a moment to make his voice work. “How long?” He finally asked in a scratchy voice.
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There was always going to be a we. Unless Remy didn’t want a we but Zayne was pretty sure that wasn’t on his mind right now. Zayne was there and he wasn’t letting go. They were a we, of course they were.
Zayne moved the cup of ice chips closer just in case. He kissed Remy’s fingers again. How many times had he done that lately? How many times had he sat next to him and talked aimlessly? Waiting and hoping and waiting?
“Two months,” Zayne said softly but immediately thought the number of days, hours, probably minutes. Too long. Zayne pushed that thought aside, “Everyone will be glad to know you are awake.”
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Remy smiled when Zayne kissed his fingers. Zayne was his rock. Without having him there Remy wasn’t sure he would have come back. He wasn’t sure if he would have known there was a ‘back’. But he did. There was no question about it because Zayne was right there the whole time. They had a connection and he clung to that.
Two months. Those words hit him like a ton of brings. Two months. He couldn’t even wrap his head around that. Two months. He closed his eyes as he felt his chest tighten again. He didn’t even register Zayne’s other comment. Between what the doctor said and now this? He couldn’t even wrap his mind around it.
Slowly opening his eyes again he looked at Zayne again. “You…” He swallowed hard. “How are you?”
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Remy’s smile hit Zayne right in the heart. He had to believe that Remy was coming back. He had heard more than one whispered conversation of what if Remy didn’t wake up. He had heard more than one whispered conversation about how long were they going to let Zayne stay there. He ignored them all because he knew Remy was coming back to him. He had to believe and he wasn’t wrong. His Remy was here and smiling at him. His Remy was here.
Zayne kept quiet as Remy processed his answer. He didn’t know how to make this easier for him. He wished he could do something. The question, Zayne glanced away for a moment. How was he? It didn’t matter. Nothing else had mattered these last two months.
“I’m fine,” Zayne said, the best answer he could give Remy. He hoped Remy would not question how he looked; exhausted and not like himself. He hadn’t done his hair or makeup in ages. He hadn’t wanted to. It didn’t feel like there was a point. “Do you want to know what happened… after? Or wait? We don’t need to talk about that now.”
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Remy raised an eyebrow at Zayne when he said he was fine. He could tell by looking at him that he wasn’t fine. But the fact that he had answered that told him that Zayne was okay. Or he would be anyway. He likely had never left the hospital and he probably wasn’t eating or sleeping. He would have done the same if their positions were switched. So he wasn’t going to argue.
Squeezing Zayne’s hand Remy let out a slow breath. “I need to know.” He said softly. “I need to know who made it and who didn’t and how things are going. I need to know all of it.”
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Zayne shifted to get more comfortable. “Daryn, Phobia, Thursday, Matty,” he named a few more, “are all alive. Thursday and Matty are living around here, as is Phobia. There were a few people who wanted to stay on the island, make it a home,” he paused then told Remy of the people who did not make it, “After the battle… the government knew they lost so they gave the island to us. Or those who wanted it. They are setting up their own system of government and those who don’t want to live on the island, we don’t have to. We are free.”
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Remy listened as Zayne told him about all of the people who mattered most to him. They had all made it. His heart ached for those who hadn’t but he couldn’t dwell on that. He would, later. He would blame himself for their deaths but he had to focus on the positive now.
He shifted his focus when Zayne began to talk about the island now. He liked knowing that the island hand been handed over. It seemed the only good use for the damn place. He was just thankful he wouldn’t have to set foot on it ever again. Of course he would if it came to it. Especially to see those who stayed. But it would be by HIS choice. No one else’s.
Remy squeezed Zayne’s hand again when he said they were free. “Where are we?”
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Zayne told Remy where they were and the name of the hospital. He squeezed Remy’s hand lightly and said, “We’ll be here for a bit but after, when we get the doctor’s okay, we can go anywhere we want. We can stay here in California or go somewhere else. We have our entire futures ready for us now.”
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Remy squeezed Zayne’s hand again and closed his eyes. They were free. No matter what else happened they were free and so was everyone else who had been on the island. And those who hadn’t been sent there yet. They were free to live without having to fear being detained. He almost couldn’t believe it.
Opening his eyes Remy brought Zayne’s hand up to his own lips, kissing his fingers. “I love you.” He said softly. His throat was hurting again and he was feeling exhausted. I knew you were here. I knew I had to come back to you.
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Little things made Zayne almost cry. He had missed those touches to much. He didn’t realise how worried he had been that when Remy woke up, he wouldn’t be Remy, he wouldn’t do those things anymore. He held so much fear lately, it was a wonder that Phobia could stand to be near him.
“I love you, Remy,” Zayne said softly. He touched Remy’s cheek. His Remy, “I never left you, not if I could help it. I knew you would come back to me.” You had to.
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Remy smiled at him when he touched his cheek, nuzzling into the touch. He closed his eyes again for a moment. He was exhausted and he wanted to nothing more than go back to sleep. But he didn’t want to go just yet. He had his Zayne. That was all that mattered.
Opening his eyes again Remy focused on Zayne. You look like you need a shower and a week of sleep. He smiled at Zayne. Maybe now you can get both since I’m not going anywhere.
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Zayne could tell Remy was tired. At least this time he knew when Remy closed his eyes, he would be waking up again. He would keep telling himself that. Remy was back with him. Remy was going to survive this.
Zayne smiled softly and said, “I’m not going anywhere. I’m fine and happier here with you.” He knew that at some point that he would be kicked out long enough to sleep and shower but not right now. He squeezed Remy’s hand lightly and asked, “Did you just say I smell?”
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Remy didn’t want to sleep. Hadn’t he just slept for two months? But his body had other ideas and his fight was going to be futile very soon. But he knew this time it would only be a few hours. Not two months.
Remy grinned at his words. You don’t smell, yet. But you look like crap. It felt good to tease him. He kissed Zayne’s fingers again. “Tired.” He said softly.
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“Thank you,” Zayne said with a laugh. He squeezed Remy’s hand again. Remy was awake. Remy was here with him. It was almost like a dream except Zayne knew it wasn’t. He had dreams like this before but something had always gone weird. This wasn’t it at all.
Zayne wasn’t sure who Remy meant but he smiled and said, “Rest. I’ll be here when you wake up.” And every time after. I promise.
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