Re: quicklog, fast & the furious: louis d, neil d, & cris m
[Until Louis mentioned it, asking the nurse for a clean bandage, Neil hadn't even noticed that Cris was bleeding. Worry'd blinded him, and he blinked a few times before it sank in. Oh. He didn't know the full story either, didn't know more than the bits and pieces Sam had scribbled in the journals, and so he didn't know the cause of the injury, but he could draw his own conclusions. He didn't say anything, just looked. And as for gratitude, he let Louis handle that; agreement was given through a nod. Yes, of course he was glad that Cris had gotten the girls here so quickly. Better they were in a hospital being looked after than out on the street or, worse, arrested.
He didn't care that the other man was glaring at him. He knew he disliked him, even hated him, but that didn't matter now, because it wasn't about them. It was about Sam, it was about MK, it was about handling the situation and making sure they were both okay. Later, then, Cris could glare and yell and do whatever else he liked. He wasn't necessarily wrong, Neil knew he'd made a lot of mistakes, but that wasn't a conversation that needed to happen in the waiting room of a hospital in a different door.
A quick glance was shot at Louis when Cris said Sam'd had a seizure, seeing his own worry there. And MK, having some sort of fit—how was he supposed to tell Louis? When was the right time now?—it was all difficult to wrap his head around. Still, they were both here, Cris had talked to the nurse and they'd get the care they needed. He exhaled. It was difficult to keep still but he managed to not pace as the nurse came in, handing over the bandages, and his eyes widened in surprise when Cris threw them at the door. Really? Louis was just trying to help, and Neil barely refrained from pointing out as much.
And then the other man was pointing at him, talking about Meredith of all people, and like Louis, he stared. Accusatory words—like he'd thrown his girlfriend out in the street, which he hadn't, like it was his fault that Sam had posted her address, his fault that they were here; fine, if Cris wanted to accuse him, he expected as much, but Louis? Louis, who was this man's friend, who'd only ever tried to help? That wasn't right. Neil shook his head, even as the color drained out of Louis' face and he walked forward. He watched, no time to say even a word before his brother was gone with the door slammed in his wake.]
You can say what you like about me, Cris, but implying that Louis only thinks about himself and not about Sam? Was that necessary? [Neil frowned.] And bringing up Meredith, like she has anything to do with this? For fuck's sake, now isn't the time.