past_regret (past_regret) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-09-17 17:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, athos, d'artagnan |
Who: D'Artagnan and Athos
When: Sickness plot
Where: Anna's party
What: Getting sick
Rating/Warnings: Low/None
Status: Complete
Parties weren’t normally D’Artagnan’s thing, but it was Anna’s party, and one they didn’t have to throw or clean up after so small bonuses. They dropped in, D’Artagnan had a bunch of stuff he could actually wear to these sort of events now, he supposed he ought to actually make use of them. He wasn’t sure where Athos had gotten off too, but he was certain his husband was fine-there was alcohol, beach things, food, typical party stuff really to be occupied by even if he wasn’t entirely interested in doing as much mingling as D’Artagnan had. It was nice to switch up the norm. He enjoyed their quiet time at home, but socializing was where he really flourished even if he had adopted the habit of letting himself get comfortable being at said home. It was exactly what he’d wanted and that came with ups and downs.
He’d wandered over to the table with all the drinks on it when he started to feel it, a strange blurring of his vision as he leaned down to the ice chest to pull out a beer. He’d been fiddling with his phone at the same time when he lost the ability to grip it very well and it fell right into the icy water. “Ah, damnit.” He frowned as he reached in and fished for it, kneeling down however had been a mistake. His head got all swimmy as he tried to get it out, so instead of moving anymore he decided to sit right on the ground for a bit instead and hope the sudden awful feeling passed. Maybe he was just overheated.
Athos didn’t mind the party, he made the effort because Anna was a good friend and important to D’Artagnan. Mostly he stayed on the sidelines, chatting when people made conversation with him but mostly he was enjoying the food and drink. He was much more of a homebody than his husband and since their move to private investigating there wasn’t even the to and from to the work place anymore. Athos didn’t mind but he knew D’Artagnan had a much lower boredom threshold than he did.
He’d been keeping an eye on his husband when he saw him drop his phone and was already moving towards him when D’Artagnan suddenly sat on the ground, reaching him he kneeled down. “Hey love, are you alright?” he lay a hand on D’Artagnan’s forehead.
It was a relief to know he could take Athos to these kinds of events and he wouldn’t completely hate everything automatically. The last thing he needed was to be bored and cooped up for either of their sakes really.
Peering up at Athos through a screen of blurry vision he frowned. “I dropped my phone.” Moving seemed like a hell of a task, he wasn’t sure he wanted to do that either. His skin was warm, but it was also warm outside. “It’s in there somewhere.” He put his arms on top of his knees. ‘Think I just got overwhelmed is all. It’s hot.”
While he could still be seen as a rather grumpy soul Athos didn’t mind attending these kind of things sometimes, it wasn’t all awful.
Athos fished the phone out of the icy water and shoved it in his pocket, “Let’s get you outside, see if some fresh air will help. Okay?” he said, lifting one of D’Artagnan’s arms to wrap it around Athos’ shoulders so he could help him stand.
“Yeah, yeah maybe you’re right.” Maybe he’d also had enough to drink, this wasn’t his first drink of the day. He’d done a fairly impressive job of keeping up with the other 20 somethings consuming said alcohol, to the point of where Aramis would probably be proud. He leaned on his husband and didn’t fight the idea of fresh air. When they reached said outdoors it already felt better than indoors. “I think I’m okay now.” That annoying blurring of his eyes vision still happened a little, but he was able to stand again. “Sorry, guess I misjudged my limits. I didn’t feel that drunk before..”
“Don’t worry, you were having a good time” Athos said, he was much better at handling his drink, thanks in part to his dream self having conditioned his liver. It took a lot to get Athos drunk now. “We should probably stay out here for a little while, make sure you feel alright” D’Artagnan may be able to stand on his own but Athos wasn’t letting him go just yet.
He wasn’t slurring that much for a drunk though, normally when he got drunk he was more hyper than any living thing really had a right to be, but he was worn down this time. He didn’t even make an attempt to escape just yet, he only winced and tried to regain his bearings, however that didn’t last long. When he opened his eyes again there was blood pooling in them and it was hard to see. “Athos?” This wasn’t normal, nope. Eye bleeding, definitely far from normal. “I can’t see.” Everything he could see was so distorted in red it was basically like staring into nothing.
It took Athos a moment to realise what was happening but when he did he sat D’Artagnan down immediately. Snagging a handkerchief from his pocket he gently dabbed at his husbands eyes, “Close your eyes for a moment babe” he said, fighting to keep his voice calm despite the panic building up inside him. “I’m going to take you to a doctor okay? Just so we can make sure everything is alright” he said once he’d cleaned him up as best he could for now.
D’Artagnan frowned at the idea, doctors really weren’t his favorite place to go. Eyebleeding wasn’t his favorite experience either though. He winced and did what Athos said, taking the towel then after to attempt to put a little pressure on it. Maybe that would stop, He didn’t want to make a big deal of it. “It’s probably gonna stop, can’t we go home?” It wasn’t like a waterfall anymore, it just impaired his vision now.the whites of his eyes were reddish instead.
“We can go home” Athos agreed, “If you let me call the nurse Audrey knows so she can come and check on you” he negotiated. He knew D’Artagnan didn’t like doctors and truth was he didn’t either but he wanted to ensure D’Artagnan was okay and that seemed like a good halfway point to him.
He’d spent far too much time in hospitals, they felt claustrophobic now. He wasn’t sure if his sanity would accept it right then. His anxiety was already starting to silently skyrocket. He really didn’t want to be in a room with a bunch of doctors ready to restrain him if need be. “...Fine, but only the nurse.” He was getting irritated, he hadn’t meant to be but the pain was getting a little ridiculous at that point. He started in the direction he was kinda sure the car was in, but was actually back toward the water. Things were still distorted.
“Only the nurse” Athos promised dropping a kiss to his head, knowing his husband was getting frustrated. “This way love” he said, wrapping an arm around D’Artagnan’s waist and steering him in the correct direction, “Cars over here”
It was fucking frustrating to be bleeding without understanding the cause, he hadn’t done any damn thing to even start the bleeding. There wasn’t a fall, or running into anything sharp-just blood. He let Athos lead him quietly away from the event, though he felt a little bad for just leaving, he sighed in annoyance. “Sometimes I hate this city.” He wasn’t even sure it was the cities fault, but how the hell could it not be at this point?
Athos would send an apology text later, he was already beginning to think this may be an Orange County thing. But that was his usual suspicion nowadays. On the plus side if it was then it wouldn’t last too long. “I know love, so do I” he agreed as they reached the car and he helped D’Artagnan inside.
He was glad for one thing, at least their house was still fairly close to everything without being directly in the middle of the city. It wouldn’t take long, if he could just manage to keep from passing out until then maybe he could get Athos to stop making that adorably worried look at him for a little while. D’Artagnan leaned against the window of the car, his eyes slid shut again in spite of his best efforts to stay awake. There were small beads of sweat gathering on his forehead, he hadn’t even felt sick before this came on. He’d been perfectly healthy to go to the party, and that’s what was confusing. “Just kill me instead.” He whined, maybe a little dramatically but you try bleeding from the eyes and see if you don’t get a little dramatic.
Athos’ worried look wasn’t going anywhere for a while, in fact it would probably remain even when D’Artagnan eventually slept soundly. He had a tendency to brood a little, especially when something hurt or upset D’Artagnan. “Not going to happen” he said, patting his husbands hand softly, “I need you too much”
“Just temporarily?” He asked obviously in a little more pain now than he had been. He was trying to keep himself conscious for both of their sakes, but he was losing that battle. “No fun.” He teased as he felt Athos’s hand touch his own, it felt like his body was going to burn up. He couldn’t help it and gripped his hand-though it wasn’t much of one, it was weakening the longer the car ride took. They’d only just reached the house when he lost that battle with said consciousness thanks to a penchant for falling asleep rather than throwing up or letting stomach bugs get to him. His hand fell gently back down to his side.
When they got to the house Athos picked D’Artagnan up carefully and took him inside. Grim whined and sat next to him when he lay his husband on the bed, “D’Artagnan, we’re home” he said softly, stroking his forehead before pulling out his phone and calling the nurse. He needed to make sure D’Artagnan was okay.
He didn’t stir all the way into the house, his skin was hot to the touch and his eyes felt like bricks-but he could hear Athos calling him. “Mnh.” Was basically all he managed before slipping right back to sleep, unaware of the dog that now joined him in general, he curled up into a pile of the blankets in attempt to get a little more comfortable. He was at least able to wake, but at half point that was about all.