Oyama Yuriko (小山 ゆり子) (yuriko_o) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-09-18 02:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, oyama yuriko (lady deathstrike), turin turambar |
Who: Oyama Yuriko & Turin Turambar
What: Turin's recovery
When: 9/16, Monday
Where: Irvine General
Rating: PG
Status: Complete
Yuriko had spent the better part of the last week in the hospital, eyes rarely leaving Turin’s bedside. He had simply lost consciousness, and then never regained it. The doctors were mystified, which worried Yuriko most - his heart was apparently strong, and his pulse was relatively steady, if weak - but still, he refused to wake up.
She couldn’t remember the last time she’d gone home - she was dozing in a chair as Monday dawned, not wanting to be far in case anything changed.
Turin’s body had taken longer than it should have to recover from whatever it was that ailed him. It might be that he’d spent the whole time wading through darkness and reliving the worse parts of his other life. The smell of burning flesh was still fresh on his nostrils when he opened his eyes.
Yuriko was still dozing, head propped up on her hand. But eventually the sound of rustling bedclothes made her stir, and for a moment she thought she was hallucinating. Turin’s eyes were very clearly open.
She wanted to ask him how he was, but instead of a calm question, Yuriko surprised herself and quietly began to cry. The sheer relief of at least a change, anything except that awful status quo, well. It was overwhelming.
He looked at her, still a little bleary, then tried to sit up. Turin reached over with a hand to wipe at her tears.
She got up out of the chair, wanting to throw herself into his arms, but managing to slow down. Yuriko leaned over and hugged him gently, trying to stop herself crying so she could ask him questions. She pressed the nurse call button, to buy herself some time, but it couldn’t be bad that he was moving and apparently seeing well enough to touch her, could it?
He patpatted her back, and kissed the side of her neck, though both were weak motions. “Hello.” He croaked. What the hell had happened to him?
“Hello,” Yuriko returned, smiling through tears. “It is Monday, the 16th. You missed our dinner date for last Tuesday.” She took a breath, trying to get more control, with limited success. “I do not know what happened, but when I came in using your extra key, you were unconscious in your bed, unresponsive and sweating rivers.”
“I’m sorry. I’ll make it up for you.” His mouth was very dry and he wanted water. He also needed to get out of this bed before some other disaster befell him. He sounded as though he might be on the verge of panic. “Wasn’t the doom I was expecting.”
Yuriko blinked. “There is nothing for which to apologize, my love. Please, be calm.” If only because she worried he would burst a blood vessel. “The nurse is on the way; I pressed the button.”
“I do not want to stay here any longer than I have to.” He still had memories of being stuck in a hospital after his coma. He never wanted to be in one again.
“Well, then, it’s a good thing the nurse is en route.” Yuriko understood - she did - but there was literally no way she was allowing him to move until he’d been examined. “Is there anything I can do in the meantime?” She was still holding his hand, trying actively to calm herself.
Turin shook his head, and started to get out of bed. He didn’t get very far, being completely out of breath and weak of the knees, but he did make a total mess of his IVs.
“Please remain where you are.” Yuriko put a little steel in her tone. “I know you are impatient, but I must insist. You will only harm yourself by moving now.”
Thankfully, a nurse arrived, surprised as anything at Turin’s progress. She immediately told him she would get the doctor so they could work on releasing him, and Yuriko relaxed somewhat. “Thank you,” she told the woman, letting out a breath she hadn’t known she was holding.
He knew that tone, and it more than the nurse did more to make him settle down. The promise of getting out of there would help too. He took Yuriko’s hand. “I just..really hate this place.”
“I understand.” Yuriko let herself sound tired. “I assure you, I do too.” Especially after this last week. “But I refuse to allow you to run and wind up back here within the hour. I am perfectly content in placing the so-called fear of God into people if they tarry.”
“I promise not to run any marathons.” He believed she could put the fear of god into anyone.
“You know what I mean.” Yuriko said, unable to sound entirely cold; a bit of fondness creeping in. “Do you remember anything of what happened, Turin?”
“No. I was brainstorming some ideas, when I just felt this wave of dizziness,” Turing said, playing with her fingers. He kissed one.
Yuriko couldn’t help but well up again, wiping her eyes. “Well, I have been here since then, and I have prayed, and whatever happened, I hope they will give you a clean bill of health so you may return home.” Though there was no way she was letting him go home alone.
“God, I love you.” He stroked Yuriko’s cheek, enjoying the contours of her cheeks. The words caught him by surprise, but they usually did.
“I love you, too.” Yuriko sighed, pulling her chair over to his bedside. “When you are allowed to leave, I would entreat you either to come home with me or for me to come home with you.” A bed would be nice, but she wouldn’t be able to sleep without him in her sight.
“Wherever.” He didn’t care where he was except for being with her right now. He wanted to see his sister too, but Yuriko was the one to care for him now.
“Thank you.” Yuriko relaxed a bit; she’d been afraid he would fight her on not being alone. “We will contact Nienor - I will text now, if you wish it - but you need to be somewhere to convalesce. I hope it will not take long ... perhaps whatever it is will leave as quickly as it came on.”
He nodded at her, taking her hand and squeezing it. Turin would just step back and let her do her thing. “You’re great at organizing, do you know that? I think you could probably keep the attic that’s my mind.”
Yuriko just smiled, closing her eyes, feeling her body finally start to relax at the feel of his fingers twined in hers. “I hope I am as good at organizing the club as I seem to be my own life. I told the staff the launch will be pushed back, as I have literally not left the hospital all week, so I could not be there.”
“Yuriko! I wouldn’t want that. I want your club to succeed. Don’t you have to...reprint things?” He looked at her, startled.
“You come first.” Yuriko said stubbornly. “It was actually mostly digital media that needed re-doing, but you come first.” She would burn the place down if it would somehow keep him safe.
“Yuri..” He put his hand back on her cheek. This is a career. Something for you to build for yourself. I’m secondary.”
“I disagree.” He was at least as important. Without his push, his steadiness behind her, she would not have been able to summon everything she had and put all this together. “I have an excellent number two, and I would not have been able to forgive myself if you had awoken” - or, conversely, passed away - “and I had not been there.”
He studied her, grey eyes steady, if still tired. She could match him for will, and really, half the time she made him feel like a puppy, so it wasn’t hard to give in. There wasn’t a matter of pride, anyway. “Okay. I’m not going to win this one. When can we go home?”
Yuriko saw what she thought was a hint of resentment in his eyes, and she closed her eyes. “Sumimasen, Turin. I do not try to order you around, I just know my own mind, and I know I love you. If you like, I will be pleased to go speak to the nurse.”
"Please." He didn't resent her. He resented the situation. Turin laid back and closed his eyes.
It took Yuriko ten minutes to find the nurse, and once she did, she was polite but firm; the doctor accompanied her back to Turin’s room. She stood at the door while the man spoke to Turin about his illness, and remained standing there until Turin looked satisfied. She normally would not have been so rude, but both of them needed to get out of here.
Her firmness was hot. Turin shot her a grateful glance when the doctor’s back was turned. It took another twenty minutes (five of which was arguing that he didn’t need a wheelchair) and they were free to go. He felt stronger the more he walked.
Yuriko still kept one eye on him at all times, but she did not challenge him. She did smile as she watched him walk toward the car. “The one part of the hospital I shall miss,” she said, amused, “is you constantly being without trousers.”
“If you want me without trousers, maybe you should hang around my place more,” he retorted, sounding almost cheerful. As cheerful as a Turin ever got.
“I intend to.” Yuriko laughed. “I refuse to let you out of my sight for at least the next twenty-four hours.” She’d intended to go back to the club in two days, anyway. “Perhaps we can go to your place; you will have clothes there and we can always redress your bed.”
Turin’s cheerful turned into an outright grin. “That’s the best idea I have heard since I woke up.”
“The not letting you out of my sight, or the returning to your home? Either way, I think they are non-negotiable.” Yuriko smiled, getting to the car and unlocking the door for him. She was driving, just in case he had any medicine in his system.
He was fine with that. Turin slipped into the passenger seat and buckled up. He growled at the sunlight, and fished around for sunglasses.
Yuriko laughed, shaking her head. “Is the evil sun being difficult?” She teased gently, starting the car and heading for his home.
“It’s being difficult.” He put his hand on her knee and rubbed. It would be good to be home.
“I would still suggest” - only suggest - “that you take it easy once you are home.” Yuriko stopped at a light. “Obviously, you know what you are capable of, but you were just essentially in a coma for a week.” If they went to bed, the lovemaking would be slow. Of all injuries to sustain.
“I’ve been in bed for a week, I would like to very much not sleep.” He smirked at her, fingers dancing more along her thigh.
“That is entirely fine by me.” Yuriko smiled, sighing. “And I shall do my best to not coddle you.” It came naturally to her, to protect people. And she loved him. “If I do, though, I ask pardon - I was frightened. I thought I might lose you.”
“I think, just this once,” Turin said softly. “I can be coddled without complaint.”
“I love you.” Yuriko shrugged. “You aren’t my boyfriend, you are my fiance. I will occasionally coddle you, from time to time.”
“I love you too.” He looked at her and smiled, without fear of what terrible things could come. He’d made it through this. They had. That was a boost to his confidence.