[F] Emergency (Arthur)

[Alfred Jones]

Softly Alfred made a noise as Arthur headed over, watching him for a moment and then he softly yawned, turning his head away so he wouldnt have to smell any morning breath. "Mnn...Kinda. Little dizzy...Plus I gotta go." he stated, flushing slightly since he'd probably need his help getting there once again.

Lightly Alfred shifted, turning to get his feet from under the covers, and then he rest a hand a bit hesitantly on Arthurs shoulder as he moved, getting his feet at least on the ground, but remaining sitting. "...My legs asleep." he finally stated, frowning as he stared down at the offending appendage.

[Arthur Kirkland]

Frowning when he said that he was dizzy, Arthur watched Alfred worriedly. "I'll help you to the bathroom again, but please be careful this time. I don't want to have to patch you up again." He said, stroking the younger man's hair. He really was worried, especially that Alfred was dizzy. Wasn't that a sign of blood loss.

Still, as Alfred shifted, Arthur moved with him, letting him hold onto him, and putting one hand on his back to support him. He blinked at that, looking down at Alfred's legs, and then chuckled. "Will you be all right if I rub them?" He asked, rubbing the small of Alfred's back softly to try and ease the decision. "If it makes you uncomfortable, we can just wait, but if you want me too, I don't mind."

[Alfred Jones]

Really the question just made him blink, and he cocked his head a bit as he thought about it. "...Maybe when I get back. I think they just need to be stretched a bit." He responded, unsure about the touches there. The hand holding on him did hesitantly hold a bit more firmly on him for stability though, slowly standing up.

Once on his feet, he paused, getting his balance somewhat like a toddler would, then looked at Arthur expectantly, since he neded to help him. "Were you ever a nurse, Arthur?" He asked then, looking a bit pale.

[Arthur Kirkland]

Arthur held onto Alfred as he rose, and then slowly rose as well, shifting his arm around Alfred's waist so he could support him. He didn't let him move yet, though, waiting for him to feel a bit better and for the colour to come back to his face. "If you don't want me to, just say, Alfred." Arthur reassured him, softly. "I just want you to feel comfortable."

The question surprised him, and he blinked at Alfred. "No. What on earth made you think that?" He asked, still stopping Alfred from moving. It wasn't even as though he'd had to nurse his siblings better, given that they were all older than him. He was just doing what he could to make Alfred feel better.

Glancing back over at Alfred, he took in his face, checking his colour, and then lightly squeezed him in. "Okay, we're going to take this slowly. I do not want you throwing up again." He warned him. Still holding him, taking as much of his weight as he could, and slowly led him towards the bathroom. "If you need to stop for a moment, then just say, all right?"

[Alfred Jones]

"I'll see how they feel after a bit." he responded, not wanting to completely knock the idea off the table. However, he cocked his head, but then frowned. "Maybe I'm delirious but it seems like you've done stuff like this before..." he mumbled, looking thoughtful. Still, he nodded, and as soon as they were moving he took careful steps.

It took a bit, but eventually he got there, and this time he got to do his business without any issues--He even got to wash his face while he was leaning on the sink, which he sighed out happily about before opening the door. "I can't wait till I can get more clean." he sighed out a bit, but quickly held onto Arthur before he got unsteady once again.

[Arthur Kirkland]

Arthur accepted that, though really he was more concerned with how Alfred felt. Still, he wouldn't do anything that made him uncomfortable, so he just wouldn't bring up the subject again unless it was needed. "I don't think you're delirious." Arthur said, with a frown, squeezing him in gently. "I hope you're not, anyway. I certainly haven't, though. Perhaps I'm just a natural?" He said, with a light chuckle. He didn't really believe that. He was just concerned for Alfred.

Waiting outside the door, Arthur paced a little, concerned that Alfred would hurt himself again. He couldn't help but be worried, especially after last time. He was relieved when the door opened again and Alfred returned to him safely, and he quickly wrapped his arm around him to support him again, taking his weight. "After one more nap we'll see how you are and then perhaps you'll be able to shower." Arthur suggested. He might have offered to shower with Alfred, but felt almost certain that would trigger him, so the boy would just have to wait.

Rather than helping him to the bathroom, Arthur paused. "Would you like to come and sit on the sofa for a bit?" It wouldn't be much, but at least it would be a change of scenery for Alfred for a bit. And he could lie down there too, then Arthur would help him back to the bed to sleep. "Just for a bit of a change. I can make us something to eat." He offered.

[Alfred Jones]

Alfred pondered that, nodding a bit before he smiled amusedly. "Maybe. Still, not many people seem to know how to do this just by natural learning.." Shrugging, he then yawned, rubbing his eyes faintly before he headed in.

Making a happy noise as he offered that, Alfred nodded, and then rest his head on his own shoulder before he perked, smiling. "Mmn...Yeah!" He said happily, turning towards the couch and seating himself with a grunt of pain. Once seated, he snuggled down into the cushions, looking up at Arthur with a small smile. "I'll read a book if you don't mind grabbing me one after we eat, so you can work..." He said, smiling up at Arthur.

"I feel bad about moochin' on you though still...Specially cause I can't even help with cooking." he sighed, eyes closing halfways before he rest his head back on the cushions, looking up at Arthur with a big apologetic smile.

[Arthur Kirkland]

Seeing the yawn, Arthur smiled fondly and squeezed him in a little. "Well, I assure you I haven't done it before." He said, firmly. He didn't know what about it made Alfred seem so amused, but as long as he wasn't laughing at him he didn't mind too much. Beside, Alfred couldn't laugh too much since he was looking after him.

Chuckling at how eager Alfred was to move to the sofa, Arthur helped him into the sitting room so he could sit down. He frowned at the grunt of pain, but then made himself relax, reminding himself at almost anything would pain Alfred in the state he was in, and at least it didn't sound too bad. Leaning in, he fussed a little with the pillows, moving the blanket that he'd slept under closer so Alfred could pull it over himself if he wanted. "I can go and get you the book he was reading before." Arthur offered. He'd done his newspaper column, of course, but he still wouldn't mind sitting down and working on his book for a little while as well.

"I've told you before that I don't mind looking after you." Arthur said, sighing. "Don't feel guilty. It's not your fault that you've been injured." Coming and sitting beside Alfred, Arthur thought about reaching out for him, but in the end kept his hands to himself. "Besides, I still owe you for saving me. Now, stop being daft and tell me what you want to eat. I got some more soup? Or I can make a stew, but that will take a little while." He was trying to think of things that would be easy on Alfred's stomach.

[Alfred Jones]

Accepting the blanket at least, Alfred softly hugged it in a little as it covered his lap, faintly pleased that it smelled like Arthur and was therefore familiar. " Hmnn....Is it an actioney one?" he asked, wanting to read about something exciting since he was stuck doing pretty much nothing now as it was. Softly he played with a pillow, relaxing a little before he smiled up at Arthur once again, looking rahter sheepish.

"I know, but I can't help it...And uh, it kinda is, but." He coughed, dropping that before he stuck his tongue out at him. "You've let me crash here, fed me, and given me money without my permission. Besides, I don't like being owed anything." he responded. The suggestions were making him ponder though, and he hummed a bit in thought. "Stew sounds kind of good..." As long as any meat was tender enough that he didnt have to keep it in his mouth long. If he did he might have to vomit, and he really didn't want to do that. He felt bad enough about bloodying up everything as it was.

"Is there anything I can do to help though..?"

[Arthur Kirkland]

Chuckling at that, Arthur shook his head. He guessed what Alfred wanted, though, and smiled to himself. "I can find you one that is if you give me a moment, though." He promised, already thinking about what he could offer to Alfred. At least the younger man seemed a little more comfortable on the sofa, and he was starting to look a little stronger. Maybe soon Arthur would be able to relax a little and stop worrying quite so much about Alfred's state.

Sighing out as Alfred continued to argue it, Arthur crossed his thin arms and frowned at Alfred. "Listen, Alfred, if nothing else, this is what friends do, right?" He pointed out. "You're not a bother, and I don't mind. I have the time and money to look after you comfortably, you're not in the way and I just want you to be healthy." He told him, honestly, hoping that would at least settle his mind somewhat.

Arthur nodded at the request, and considered the question. He didn't want Alfred to do anything that would hurt him, but at the same time he understood Alfred's need to do something for himself. "If I bring a board over do you think you can chop some vegetables for me?" He requested. Alfred could do that on the sofa, and it wouldn't involve much work, so it should be safe.

[Alfred Jones]

"Mmkay~" It'd been awhile since he had had a really good book that had action stuff in it. Settling down, Alfred just rest his head back on the cushion as he watched Arthur, he just cocked his head a little, sighing, but he did at least seem to accept it. "Okay, okay..." He mumbled, giving the other a sheepish smile. "I'll accept you're doing it, but I still am gonna feel bad about it."

Perking up at Arthur actually agreeing to let him do something, Alfred nodded rapidly, grinning brightly and looking excited. "Yeah! Course I can! It'll be easy!" He said happily almost bouncing a bit. "How big should I chop the stuff?" He asked then, settling down and shifting to get more comfortable while he stretched out his legs.

[Arthur Kirkland]

Arthur pouted at Alfred a little more, but then he sighed and nodded. Alfred could feel bad about it, but Arthur still thought that he owed the young man anyway, so they'd just have to agree to disagree. Either way, Arthur wasn't planning on letting Alfred trying to fret about it too much, or trying to pay him back.

At least Alfred was happy at being given a task to do, Arthur hummed at the question, already moving to collect a board and knife for Alfred. "Normally I like them to be quite chunky, but if you make them smaller today it'll cook quicker." Arthur decided, as he brought them over. "What do you want in it? I've got carrots, potatoes, and we can put some beans in..." Arthur frowned to himself, and moved over to the fridge to see what else he could see. "Is there anything else you want?" He asked, as he picked up the carrots and potatoes for now, bringing them over to Alfred, along with a bowl to put the rubbish in.

[Alfred Jones]

Accepting the stuff he brought, Alfred nodded a little, that sounding better than normal, so he carefully began peeling and cutting things up. " Mm, really anything you want. I kinda doubt I'll be able to eat too much of it anyway and you look like you could stand to gain around twenty or thirty pounds." He pointed at him with the knife, returning to his cutting.

Once that was done, he remained still, not wanting to knock anything onto the floor or something. "All done~" Was called, while he kind of pushed them in closer, not letting it get close to falling off or something. "Hey Arthur...Um, why's your apartment kinda..bare?" The younger man asked, finally, after weeks of wondering that.

[Arthur Kirkland]

"Twenty or thirty pounds?!" Arthur snorted and shook his head. "Not really, Alfred." He shifted a little uneasy at that suggestion. People had told him that he was skinny before - but at the same time he'd been told that he looked damn good as well. Personally, he could see places where he'd like to lose weight, though he didn't put a lot of effort into it. His weight fluctuated as it was, with his eating habits, though he'd been putting weight on recently with Alfred's cooking. Not much, but enough that he could feel it when he wore any of his skinny jeans, and if he was honest with himself he had been dealing with it by eating less when Alfred wasn't there.

Still, he focused on dealing with the meat and the sauce while Alfred cut the vegetables. He let out a noise to let Alfred know that he'd heard him, but made sure that everything was started before coming over to collect the vegetables. The question made him frown, and he paused in front of Alfred, hands on the chopping board. He took it without replying, returning to the kitchen. "I suppose I didn't think I'd stay here." He said, frowning to himself, as he added the vegetables to the stew. He had been a hoarder when he lived at his father's house, but he'd left with what he could fit in two suitcases and a rucksack. Here he just didn't have any thing to hoard. He kept his book notes, and his paintings and embroidery since he'd been here, but he'd lost a lot of his mother's things in the move. It was true that he'd never intended to stay here so long, though. It had just become comfortable in the amount of time that he had been there.

Slipping the stew into the oven, Arthur stretched and made a soft noise. "Let me find you that book." He said, leaving the kitchen and heading towards the bedroom. He disappeared into the bathroom first, but then went into his room. A couple of minutes later he came back with a hardback which he offered to Alfred. "I'm not sure how good it is. I was given it by my work." He said, smiling at him. "Do you want a drink?"

[Alfred Jones]

"Yeah, you look a bit unhealthy dude." Alfred responded, half teasing half serious. Really he looked a bit better than when he had met him, but he definitely had a feeling that whenever he would hang out and have the older man eat, he'd make up for it by not eating at all whenever he left. Of course that was just the assumption from how the older man seemed to always look thinner whenever he would see him again. Letting Arthur have the vegetables, Alfred settled down again comfortably while he looked over his shoulder at him, attempting to watch from here.

"Hmn...Makes sense I guess." Pondering that, he softly moved his feet, swinging them gently and enjoying the faint maneuverability he had from sitting on the couch. The way he worded it made him not ask what he meant by it, but he was a bit curious about it...Ah well. Shifting, he attempted to see what he was doing in there, pouting at hearing him put it in the oven meaning it was almost done basically. It was a twitch at the moment, he wanted to help in the one thing he was confident in doing.

Settling back down before Arthur saw what he was doing, Alfred just softly hummed while he waited, perking then taking the offered book, looking at it curiously. "That'd be nice. Just water?" He requested, reading the plot first and then opening it, starting to read, definitely interested in what the plot was now that he had read it. Settling down, a small smile appeared on Alfreds face, pleased there was some humor in the beginning of the book. He hardly even paid attention to what Arthur was doing now that he was interested in what the pages offered.

[Arthur Kirkland]

Shaking his head at that, Arthur pouted a little, but stayed quiet. He didn't really want to draw any more attention to it than he already had. Perhaps if he just didn't say anything Alfred would let it drop and he wouldn't have to worry about him trying to bother him about it. He could hear Alfred shifting a little on the sofa, and smiled to himself. As long as he didn't squirm about so much that he opened his wounds again, it'd probably do him some good to move around a bit.

Nodding at the request, Arthur was still for a moment, watching Alfred read, but then returned to the kitchen. He poured a glass of water for him, and by the time he returned Alfred was already reading. He was pleased to see a smile form on the younger man's lips, and leant over to put the glass on the coffee table for him. "It's here when you want it." He told him, before returning to the kitchen. He set a timer for their dinner, and then made some tea for himself, before moving over to his desk.

A companionable silence fell, broken by the scribbling of Arthur's pen as he wrote and the sound of Alfred flicking pages. It was nice, Arthur thought, and perhaps even more companionable than conversation. But his attention was quickly drawn away by his writing, and by the time the peeper went off to tell him that their food was ready, Arthur had written a fair amount. He looked over the pile of papers and made a satisfied noise, before standing up with a stretch and moving quickly to turn off the irritating noise.

The stew came out of the oven accompanied by a bit of a black cloud, but fortunately for Alfred there was little that could go wrong with a simple stew. Perhaps the spices and herbs that he'd thrown into the sauce could have been a bit more measured and, well, less arbitrary, but everything was cooked, and it's hard to over cook a stew. Feeling quite pleased with himself, Arthur dished up, serving Alfred a small portion on the theory that if he was still hungry he could always serve him more, and then brought it over to him on the sofa. He wouldn't have usually eaten there, but it seemed a better idea than moving him to the table. "Here we are." He said, smiling at him and sitting down beside him with his own portion in his lap. "I hope it's all right. How's the book?"

[Alfred Jones]

Alfred let it go for now, but he was definitely going to get on his ass about it again the next chance he got when he was actually well enough to do something about it. As Arthur returned with the glass of water, Alfred glanced up, giving a quick smile "Thanks Arthur. Work hard~" he teased, returning to the words quickly. The young man became so entranced with the book that he hardly even touched the water that had been sat there for him.

As silence fell, Alfred was surprised that he wasn't bothered by it, seeing as he normally was uncomfortable with no conversation if there was another person around. However, the sound of the scribbling actually was comforting to him in a way, and he relaxed quickly into the couch, reading happily and getting through quite a bit of the book. The sudden peeping made him jump, and he looked around having been yanked from his little word of reading.

Watching Arthur, he faintly winced at the cloud, but otherwise it at least smelled alright...Quickly glancing at the pagenumber he was on, he closed the book, setting it on the table with a soft groan before he accepted the bowl with a smile. "It smells fine." he assured the other before he grinned. "Really good. It has some pretty funny dialogue too, so that's a bonus. Have you read it before?" He asked, spooning up some of the broth with a carrot and blowing it carefully before he ate it.

[Arthur Kirkland]

"I should get you a bookmark." Arthur said, eyeing Alfred as he obviously took the page number in. He sat a little closer to Alfred than perhaps might be expected, comfortable close to him but also ready to reach out and support him if he felt that the younger man needed it. He was pleased to hear the reassurance, eyeing his food. It didn't look quite as appetising as Alfred's usually did, but perhaps he just wasn't hungry.

At least Alfred was enjoying the book, though, and Arthur took in the praise, looking at the book on the table. "No, work gave it to me. I'll have to read it when you're finished." He said, with a smile. He hadn't thought it'd be that good, but he trusted Alfred's opinion. He watched him eat a pleased noise, and then turned to his own food, trying some of the meat. It... well, it wasn't bad. It wasn't as good as his scones, and could have perhaps done with less spices, but Arthur was pleased.

"Mmm... If you like that book, I think he's written some others." Arthur said, thoughtfully, trying to remember. "I'll send an email to work a bit later." Anything that could keep Alfred still for a while while he was healing couldn't be a bad thing. He'd buy the young man a whole library full of books if it'd stop him from tearing the stitches again! "I picked up some DVDs for us while I was shopping too, so maybe we can watch one of those later." He suggested. He was planning on trying to get Alfred to nap after eating, though, firm in the belief that sleep was the best healer. It just seemed... right to him.

[Alfred Jones]

"Mm? That'd be nice if you would." Alfred replied, smiling. The closeness he didn't comment on, just carefully eating the stew and after awhile of attempts, he kind of mushed the vegetables in, eating them a bit easier that way. The meat was a little weird tasting, but he figured he could get away with not eating it because of his stomache anyway.

"Ah really? That'd be great, this one's in a series, so.." he smiled, softly stretching his legs again before he immediately perked up. "Oh yeah? What ones didja get? Any cartoons?" Oh yes he did love those animated films, that was very obvious the more that he spent time with Arthur. He finished what was in his bowl, minus the meat, soon enough though, and leaned back with a noise, feeling his stomache churn a bit at being fed, apparently cursing him for daring to put something inside of it.

"Movie?" He requested then, looking up at Arthur. The churning was starting to make him have a small fever though, from feeling sick over it, though he was attempting to ignore that. The younger man was unaware of the others sleeping plans, not that he would have listened since he was enjoying being awake and talking to Arthur.

[Arthur Kirkland]

Watching Alfred eat, Arthur was pleased to see that he at least seemed to be managing all right, and tried to focus on doing the same. He didn't think there was anything wrong with the meat, so he ate his rather happily for him, still feeling rather pleased with himself. "Oh, is it? I'll definitely find the others for you then." He frowned a little, pursing his lips. "I think they said something about him releasing another books soon, but I don't know where he's up to, so you might have to wait a bit."

The way that Alfred always perked up at the idea of having a cartoon to watch made Arthur smile fondly. He was just like a big child sometimes. "Obviously not. I got a couple of horror films. What did you expect?" He said, sarcastically, rolling his eyes. He knew what Alfred liked by now. "I found some Disney films that we haven't watched yet, um, Tangled and Brother Bear?" Although Arthur wasn't as childish as Alfred was he did enjoy the fairy tails, even if they were made a bit more child friendly in the films.

Finishing (most) of what was in his bowl, he put that down too, sneaking a look at how much Alfred had eaten and them making a pleased noise. He'd done well, and if he could keep that down hopefully it would make him feel a bit better. Looking at Alfred, though, he frowned to see that he was looking a little sickly and reached over to feel his forehead. "All right, but I don't want you to move until that's settled. I don't want you being sick again." He brushed Alfred's hair back while he moved his hand, and then smiled fondly. "So sit here while I go and get the TV."

As he rose, he picked up the two bowls, putting them in the kitchen to deal with later. While he was there, he grabbed the DVDs he'd brought earlier, offering them to Alfred. "Why don't you pick one while I move everything through?" He suggested with a smile, before heading back to the bedroom to start unplugging the TV again to bring it back to it's usual place in front of the sofa.