Carson and Rylee [Morning After]
Rylee pulled her hand carefully through the bars and then hurried over to gather up the clothes Carson had brought. She carried them back to him, slipping them into the cage quickly so he could get dressed. "I'll be right back," she said, standing them to hurry upstairs to get him some water and some meds. But she paused near the steps where Vex had placed the keys to the cage on a hook for easy access if they needed it. Rylee grabbed them quickly and came back to the cage. She didn't want to leave him in there, even for another minute. Rylee unlocked it and grunted a little as she pulled the door open. It was heavy, but strong, so she couldn't complain about it too much. "Okay," she said breathlessly. "Now I'll be right back." Rylee didn't want to wake up Vex and Lem if she didn't have to so she was as quiet as she could be finding a glass and filling it up with water. She grabbed her purse from the coffee table to take downstairs with her. "Vex and Lem are still sleeping, I think," she murmured, offering Carson the glass of water before she began to dig around in her purse for the pain meds. Shit, she should have brought his pills too, though she supposed he could take them at home. Why did she feel so flustered?
He was still groggy as hell, so Carson didn’t even think about the cage until Rylee came back with the key. He was focused on doing the necessary movements to pull his clothes on. He looked up dumbly when she unlocked the door and opened it, then gave a faint smile to her retreating back. While she was gone, he managed to get dressed again, groaning quietly to himself with almost every movement. His clothes weren’t exactly straight, but they were on. Carson didn’t want to even try to struggle his way out of the cage without his leg, so he was still sitting inside it when Rylee came back. He accepted the glass of water with a quiet ‘thanks,’ and drank half of it down in a couple of swallows, only stopping because there would be painkillers to swallow in a moment. “Can you grab my leg?” he murmured once Rylee put the pills in his outstretched hand.
Rylee stared at him dumbly before her gaze snapped to his missing leg. Duh. "Oh my god. I'm a fucking idiot. I'm sorry, hold on." She dropped her purse and hurried away to get his prosthetic that was leaning up against the wall. That should have been the first thing she got him when he woke up, but she had been flustered and worried and god, she hoped they just had a routine in place next month. Rylee hurried back into the cage with it, handing it over quickly. "I'm sorry," she murmured again.
Carson frowned vaguely when Rylee called herself an idiot, and he was shaking his head when she returned with his leg. “Quit that,” he murmured. “Nothin’ to be sorry for.” She seemed flustered and not sure what to do with herself, which he could understand. Carson just wanted his head and body to stop hurting. He downed the pills and drank the rest of the water, then set the glass aside to get his prosthetic in place. He was still close to the bars, so Carson grabbed them above his head with one hand, then held the other out to Rylee. Getting up was going to suck, but he wanted out of that cage. “Gimme a hand up?”