pat_oreilly (pat_oreilly) wrote in the_dome, @ 2013-07-17 21:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | 04-05-2017, lochlan, lochlan and patrick, patrick |
The O'Reilly Alphas
Who: Patrick and Lochlan
Where:Hospital, their room
When:late afternoon/early evening
Ever since they moved Patrick and Lochlan together, Patrick had been watching Lochlan. He’d been observing him all the way up until the nurse gave him more medicine and he conked out for a little while. When he woke up again, he took to watching Lochlan solidly. He wanted to make sure he was taking in all the information he could. He needed to know what Lochlan was experiencing, if it was anything like what Patrick was experiencing, so he cleared his throat before speaking. “Lochlan...How you feelin’?”
Lochlan hadn't been sure he wanted cooped up with the cousin he called Mr. GrumpyPants. He understood why it was easier for everyone for them to be together and as long as they gave him pain med it wasn't horrible except Pat was freaking him out a little with the scrutiny. He tried to ignore it but as the nurse he'd been trying to flirt with since he'd first come to in the hospital rolled her eyes and left the room, he glanced at his cousin. "I'm feeling like I need to get Eily to bring you a camera so you can take a picture." He breathed out a quiet chuckle, wincing at a twinge in his ribs.
"Why the hell would I want a picture of you?" Patrick asked, eyes narrowed a little. He was still breathing through his mouth, unable to stop the scent of disinfectant from reaching him any other way. At least this time the meds were still working, still helping him feel less stressed than before. Everything was still loud, but it was better now with the medication.
“You been staring at me like I’m your girlfriend. Dude, it’s kind of weird. What’s up with you?” Lochlan asked, making a face at Pat that clearly said he thought the other man was being a dork right now. His eyes shot away toward the door though and his features contorted in disgust. Did they have to keep rolling around that meal cart? The intermingling smells were making his stomach turn and the damned thing had a rusty wheel that scraped like nails on a chalkboard through his brain. He closed his eyes and tried not to get grumpy. He’d let Pat have that one.
"I would never stare at my girlfriend the way I am looking at you," He answered, shaking his head when it came back to his ears the wrong way. It didn't much matter, though, considering that fucking horrible Smörgåsbord of smells was back and it was making him nauseous. "Why the hell do they keep using that thing?!"
“Good to know, because I’m pretty sure she’d slap a restraining order on you. Or are you saying you’re gay and suddenly from West Virginia? Which is it?” He tried not to laugh at himself or at the situation. It was absurd though. “I don’t know. But I told Eily they needed to give me a pregnancy test because seriously? The smell is making me ill and that wheel has me bordering on homicidal. Must be a side effect of the pain med or something.”
"Shut up, Lochlan," He groaned, hand on his head over his eyes as he tried to keep them shut and at least turn off one extremely-overworked sense. But then he had to turn and look at him because that was exactly how he felt. And it was the same way he'd been staring at Lochlan earlier, too, and still without explanation.
Lochlan rolled his eyes and shed his smile. “Seriously, what, dude? You’re killing me here.” He sat up, pulling his IV with him, turning to look more fully at his cousin. Scrutinizing him, Lochlan felt some desire to challenge Patrick. He’d never once felt that before. Not even when they’d been fighting zombies. Lochlan had stood up beside his cousins but he’d been fine with being a follower, not a leader. Right now though? Things felt a little different.
Patrick was not expecting that look from Lochlan but it didn't help him keep his own in check. "Adjust your attitude, Lochlan," He said, voice deeper, gruffer, and eyes narrowed even more. He had to pull himself back from thinking it would be a good idea to get up off this bed and go teach Lochlan some respect, and when he realized he'd even thought that it kickstarted a little more panic in him. "Just…go to sleep. It's nothing."
Lochlan's brows raised. "The day you get to tell me what to do is ... well, it's not today," he growled. His nostrils flared slightly, a bit of teeth showing as his upper lip raised. A burst of endorphins filled his limbs as though he'd been running for several miles. He felt large, powerful, and about two seconds from pouncing on Pat. He felt inordinately annoyed that the other man would even dare dictate how Lochlan should behave.
It was like Patrick could feel his hair stand on end, like the air between him and Lochlan was solid and he needed to plow through it and pummel the hell out of…his cousin? Why would he want to do that? "What the fuck is going on…." He murmured to himself, hand going to his head as his eyes went from daring, threatening, to confused. "Lochlan, shut the fuck up and go to sleep!" Maybe that's what they both needed, just some sleep. Maybe it would set them both on the right track again.
Lochlan's hands squeezed the railing of his bed, his knuckles white. But his brow furrowed and his mouth twisted as the endorphins drained as quickly as they'd come. "Yeah," he said and nodded in response to Pat's repeat of his original command. "Yeah..." He continued nodding as he slowly leaned back against his pillows again. His eyes didn't close immediately as he tried to work through what the hell had just been about to happen. "You too, man," he added after a moment.
"…Yeah," Patrick agreed, though his eyes didn't stay shut either. They weren't on Lochlan like they had been originally, but just off at the wall. But, every so often he, was glancing out of the corner of his eye at Lochlan again.