death by Ren (tyburn) wrote in warrantlogs, @ 2016-01-15 14:14:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | jaime tyburn, liam hyde |
cause I can't sleep without you
Who: Jaime Tyburn and Liam Hyde
What: Liam wakes up :(
When: Todayish...?
Where: RAC med bay
Rating: Language.
— and probably have to sleep sitting up at first, Gemma had said. Between the nerves and the dull ache of his own injury, Jaime hadn't thought he would have been able to sleep; but there he was, dozing in and out of consciousness (in the most comfortable chair he could find) next to Liam's bed. He was startled awake by the echoing steps of every passing staffer, every shadow that passed over his face. Sometimes it was just a phantom groan that he thought he heard from his crewmate. Until finally it wasn't. The world was divided in two: pitch black darkness and a wavering picture of colours that all blended together. No pain — not yet — as his mind focused on consciousness — grasp, grapple, surface. "Fuck me." Raspy broken words, all broken lips, all broken insides. "...you wish," came the mumbled reply, spoken sleepily but with undeniable affection. The long yawn that followed ended in a hiss of pain. "Shit. I mean. How are you, bro?" Jaime quickly recovered, moving closer so that he was in Liam's line of sight. Jaime Fucking Tyburn. He had never been happier to see that stupid face in his limited line of sight. And despite the fact his throat was tearing Liam found enough energy to utter: "She better be dead." God help him if she was still breathing because she wouldn't be for long. There were ways to make pain last, Adele had known. His mind was rebelling. Refusing to accept that half of his world was now dark. Jaime didn't know what time it was or how long he'd been there, but it had felt like an eternity. Yeah was all he could say, too exhausted to summarize the developments that followed. He laughed, a strangled and forced sound, and rubbed his eyes clear of the tears at risk of flowing. It took him a moment to compose himself and reach for the pitcher of water beside them. Liam would be thirsty. The nurses and doctors — Gemma. Alex. — should be notified. ...but not yet. Jaime didn't want anyone else in the room. He wanted to be selfish. To be with Liam and only Liam for just a moment longer. Kirby had been a much needed companion but her captain needed her. For now, he had Liam all for himself, a feeling echoed by the killjoy half-blinded on the bed. The offered water helping his much sore throat, but it didn't do much to dispel the growing confusion about: "I can't see, Jaime." His right eye was fine, though everything was still covered in whitewashed sheen, distorted, but growing clearer with each passing second. The left was pitch black, and pain, the knife was no longer in his eye socket but its phantom was. Jaime felt a chilling stab right through his heart. Liam didn't panic, he didn't do terror, but this was a close second as a hand rose to touch the bandage over the left, trying to peel it off. "No, no, nooooo—" Jaime cautioned as he pawed at Liam's hands, ignoring the resulting burst of pain in his haste. Gemma was going to kill him. "Don't—" Jaime didn't know what to say, his fingers still holding Liam's, keeping them away from the bandage. "You shouldn't—" He squeezed, "She took it." Stopped. (Just long enough to notice that Jaime looked pale, out of breath - in pain. Liam was going to find a way to bring Adele back from the dead just so he could kill her again). The laugh was uncharacteristically bitter, for once Liam couldn't bring the slightest effort to pretend; all that blood he waded through to get here, "Fuck. Fuck." "It's ok," Jaime tried to smile, "Everything will be fine. I got you." And there was a softness in Liam's expression at those words, because he believed Jaime. For that split second he was fine, it was just an eye. He had another one. Jaime was here. But that all went, eaten up by the sheer anger of what had happened(and the knowledge that it was payback, that it was deserved) and Liam is forcing himself up, yanking at the IVs and swearing to every deity known to man that he was going to kill everyone. This time it was Jaime that swore: "FUCK!" He didn't know what to do. Gemma said not to exert himself but Liam wasn't supposed to get up. "Liam. Stop it. You need to—" He was going to get himself killed falling down the stairs or something. Shit. Jaime flailed, trying to push Liam back down. He should have been selfless and notified the staff immediately when Liam had woken up. "HELP! DOC! NURSE! SOMEONE!" Four nurses, one doctor, and two security guards later and Liam was being shoved back into his bed, while they patiently(they deserved an award for it) reconnecting him to the IV. And though his eyes - no eye - felt heavy, Liam reached over in the direction he had seen Jaime last(it was difficult when his word was in half). Don't leave me. Jaime weaved his fingers through Liam's, holding onto him tightly. "Just relax and get more sleep, shithead." he muttered as another wave of exhaustion hit him. He wasn't going anywhere. |