leonard mccoy (adoctordamnit) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-07-08 15:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, elizabeth weir, leonard mccoy |
Who: Elizabeth and Leonard
What: Home visit from the doctor
Where: Elizabeth’s house
When: 1st week of July
Rating: PG
Warnings: PTSD-like stuff following the dragons
Elizabeth was on her fifth cup of coffee of the day and it was only half twelve. The television was on, since she couldn’t stand the silence of the house after the dra...wedding. Her papers were spread over her desk, pen weaved into the fingers of her right hand as she sipped her coffee with it. Frowning in frustration as she read something in the notes that didn’t make sense, she set her coffee to one side and flipped back through the papers to look for the corresponding notes so she could check. It wouldn’t surprise her that the interns at the UN had screwed something like this up. It wasn’t like it needed to be accurate so she could successfully talk to these people and stop them potentially going to war, no, nothing important like that.
She stood up as she grew more frustrated with her inability to find the papers she was looking for, rifling through the hundreds of papers and folders covering her desk. Her left arm still being in a sling hampered her efforts further. She hated being this...unable to do anything. She was sure she had seen something utterly contrary to that paragraph not that long ago! She started to grow more frustrated and more panicked the more she looked, her lack of sleep and overdose of caffeine heightening her emotions.
McCoy had some time off of work. The afternoon was free, though he was on call tonight. He headed out of the hospital and straight to Elizabeth’s place while Joanna was at class. He’d pick her up in an hour, but he was looking forward to seeing Elizabeth and checking in to make sure she was recovering from that whole ordeal.
He knocked on the front door and waited, still wearing his doctor garb. Well, everything but the white jacket.
Elizabeth whirled to look at the door when she heard the loud noise, knocking her coffee cup on the floor and smashing it into pieces. She took a moment to think, even as her shaky breathing increased rapidly. Finally, after a minute of her mind racing, she rubbed a hand across her eyes. Don’t be stupid, Elizabeth, a dragon wouldn’t knock for heaven’s sake! she scolded herself, forcing her legs to start moving slowly towards the door.
McCoy was frowning by the time she answered the door. He was concerned. “Are you all right? I heard a smash.” He said, and looked past her into her home. He’d never forgive himself if she was attacked by one of those things, or if they’d released her from the hospital too early, and she was injured in her home.
Elizabeth's hand had been trembling as she opened the door and peaked round it, eyes wide and breathing ragged. Seeing Leonard on the other side sent all the air rushing from her lungs and tears springing to her eyes. She rushed forward with a sob and hugged him tightly with her good arm, trying her best to ignore the pain as she held him. "Thank god!" She looked skyward, trying to will the tears from her eyes, then buried her face in his neck to take in his comforting smell. "I'm so glad you're here," she murmured against his skin. "I was worried you wouldn't come!"
McCoy had no idea how to respond to this. His arms moved around her, holding her tightly against him, and he gave a gentle shushing sound to try and calm her. “Of course I came. I said I would.” He was concerned. Confused. She was a shaking leaf in his arms. “What’s wrong?”
“I know, I know,” Elizabeth shook her head with a little smile as she pulled away, feeling a little silly at her reaction. She kept her eyes down and tried to wipe at her eyes without him seeing. "It's nothing really," she pulled him inside and shut the door behind him, inwardly cursing herself for not sorting the place before he came round. Take-away trays, cutlery, glasses and wrappers lay on various surfaces and she started to tidy them away in embarassment. "I uh...I got busy with some paperwork for the UN, couldn't find some of it and then suddenly there was this noise at the door," she gave a false laugh to cover up her nerves as she indicated the reams of paperwork on her desk. "It surprised me so I ended up knocking my cup over thinking it wa...." she trailed off with a shake of her head, trying to rid herself of the memory that now haunted her. "Coffee?" she asked with her back to him as she put the kettle on.
McCoy caught up with her quickly to try and still her hands. He saw it was no use, she looked like she needed to keep busy. He wasn’t putting two and two together yet. His eyes fell on the coffee cup, and he set about cleaning that up. “Thinking it was what?” He asked, picking up the broken pieces and mopping up the spilled drink.
"I..." Elizabeth laughed nervously, continuing to make their coffees. "It's stupid, it doesn't matter..." she muttered, focussing on her hands as she forced down the tears that were forming in the back of her eyes at how stupid it sounded but how real it felt. "Milk? Sugar?" she asked, her voice tightening from her effort to quell her fears. "I think I have some cream around here if you prefer..." she moved quickly from the dishwasher to the fridge, running a hand through her hair and taking a shaky breath as she did.
“Whatever. However you’re taking it is fine.” McCoy finished cleaning up the mess, tossing the bits of broken porcelain into the trash. Then he stood for a moment in the kitchen and watched her as she shook, noticed her shaky breathing, her nervous gestures. He reached out to take hold of her shoulders and stop her in her tracks, leaning down a bit to look into her eyes. “What’s really going on here?”
She stopped to look at him with wide eyes. "I...I..."she started, mouth gaping as she tried to speak. Her lack of sleep, lack of painkillers and anxiety caught up with her. She couldn't lie to him as he looked her in the eye. "I'm scared, Leonard," she admitted in a tiny voice, tears spilling down her cheeks. "I can't...can't go outside," she closed her eyes, feeling like a silly little child. "I can't sleep, I hate the silence now, I think every noise is..." she shook her head in disbelief at herself. "Is a dragon, Leonard!" she sagged against his hands. "I thought it was a dragon when you knocked on the door for crying out loud!" she sobbed, covering her face with her one good hand.
McCoy stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her, giving a gentle shushing. It sounded like she had some issues to work through, and he had no idea how to help her with those. “It’s okay. I’m here. There are no more dragons.” Though, he had to admit he’d been on edge, too. Not as bad--she obviously had more to work through than he did. Hopefully his arms around her would help. “You’re safe.”
Elizabeth clung to him tightly, trying not to sob helplessly into the hollow of his neck. She didn’t want to ever let him go. He made her feel safe, gave her a centre to focus on when the world seemed to be falling out from under her feet. If she could get some sleep then she could probably cope with everything that had happened better. This wasn’t like her at all, she was strong, capable. Maybe having someone in her life she could rely on allowed her to drop her barriers. “I know, I’m sorry,” she told him after a deep breath where she took back some control of her emotions. She rested her head on his shoulder, holding him close as his mere presence comforted her. “Sorry, I just...need some sleep I guess,” she closed her eyes and snuggled into his hold, revelling in his smell.
“Do you want to nap?” McCoy asked, stroking his hand up and down her back as he held her close. “I can stay with you until you fall asleep.” He suggested. The could cuddle. he didn’t have anywhere to be for a while. He could do other things to help her sleep, he thought. Whatever she needed.
Elizabeth nodded against his neck, feeling some of the tension leave her body, his hand rubbing her back making her feel sleepy. “Please,” she asked quietly, curling her fingers into his shirt. She took a deep inhale of his scent, pressing her lips gently to his neck and grinning tiredly to herself as she ran through in her head all the things she wanted to do with him other than nap. “If only I didn’t have this sling...” she mused quietly against his skin.
“Shh.” McCoy said. He bent down a little and wrapped both arms around her, then carried her off toward her bedroom. “That’ll come in time. For now, you need your rest.” Though, his heart was thundering. Sex always made things more complicated. As if his life wasn’t complicated enough already.
Elizabeth wrapped her arm around his neck and let him move them through the house, rapidly falling asleep now she was against him. Leonard would look after her, she felt safe and knew she could sleep now. They entered her bedroom and she felt him put her on the bed, as he stood up however, she reached out to take hold of his hand, worried he was going to leave. "You will stay, right?" she asked quietly, eyes locking with his, searching for confirmation.
“I’ll stay until you’re asleep.” McCoy said, coming closer to cuddle up against her in the bed. He lifted one arm to wrap around her shoulders, drawing her in against his chest. “I have to get back to Joanna, but I’ll stay as long as I can.”
"Thank you," Elizabeth murmured, turning into his embrace fully. She took in his scent and could feel herself relaxing as he held her close. She slid a leg over his to lie against him better and pressed a kiss the base of his neck, sighing tiredly.
She was making it really difficult for him to be a good boy. But he was. He kept his hands in safe places, arms wrapped around her. He sighed gently, holding her until she fell asleep.