Travis Marks (travis_marks) wrote in omega_reality, @ 2013-05-20 09:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2013 05, character: thomas hammond, character: travis marks |
RP: Travis and TJ
Who: Travis and TJ
Where: their room
When: Monday, May 20, 2013 at 0115
Summary: Travis has problems sleeping and J doesn't seem to be doing any better
Things that he's learned in the past twenty-four hours. Getting shot hurt like a bitch. Having surgery with little to no anesthesia hurt like a motherfucker. Recovering at home with none of the nice drugs that keep you sedated sucked ass. All around, he could have done without the lessons he'd just learned. On the other hand, the idea of being on most drugs was scary.
He knew how well you could feel, how much you suddenly didn't care about anything, but the next hit. No, it was best if he didn't have any of those nice drugs. That knowledge didn't make the pain disappear though and he simply couldn't get to sleep. He didn't even want to think about getting up and peeing, but he knew that it would happen sooner rather than later with the IV bag still in his arm.
Travis hadn't expected to go home today. In a way the safe house would have been better. Maura was a doctor. Maybe she wasn't used to live patients, and she certainly wasn't a nurse, but simple biological functions were something she understood and dismissed as normal. As much as he loved being in his own bed, he didn't want to put this on TJ. Not that anyone had asked him about preferences. When Maura had deemed him stable enough and Robert was rested enough, he'd been taken home, with Maura and Doug keeping him company until TJ arrived.
Reaching across the bed, he covered TJ's hand. He could tell that his lover wasn't asleep, even if he was doing his best not to move. "Being on the wrong side of the bed sucks," he said softly, "but you still come closer. You're not going to hurt me."