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Post by Alfred Jones on Jan 19, 2011 22:04:53 GMT
Alfred softly whined in response to the other saying that, but nodded a bit at the sound of pain killers. He really wanted to roll over, but he knew it would just hurt so he shifted, eyes closing with a soft pained noise, obviously not fully concious or he would have been in much worse pain.
Joel just chuckled at what Arthur said, but he perked. "Coffee would be -great-..." he needed the energy. Plus he needed to hurry back to finish the rest of the cleaning...
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jan 19, 2011 22:10:16 GMT
Shifting the pillows a bit to hold Alfred in place, he kissed his forehead again before pulling away. "We'll be back in a moment." He promised, softly, before straightening up.
Leading Joel through to his rooms, he put the kettle on and got a couple of mugs out, making tea for himself, and then getting a glass of water too, and some asprin from his stock pile. "I'll be back in a moment." He told Joel, once he'd poured their drinks, leaving him with milk and sugar to add as he liked.
Taking the water and asprin, he returned to the bedroom, putting them down on the side and then shifting a little so he could pull Alfred up, letting him rest his back against his chest. Reaching back, he took the asprin in one hand, and the cup in the other, and gently put the medicine to Alfred's lips. "Say 'ah'." He said, softly, teasing him a little, but clearly still very worried for him.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Jan 19, 2011 22:16:41 GMT
Joel just nodded, and left with the coffee he did as he pleased with it, soon enjoying the hot liquid. The caffeine was soon doing its work though, but he glanced towards the bedroom, attempting to hear what was going on.
Alfred had een starting to doze off, and he made a noise when Arthur returned before he grunted again weakly as he was pulled on up. Looking at Arthur unfocusedly, he stared for a moment, honestly looking a lot like a child as he took the medicine, swallowing it quickly before he started coughing again. "Arthur...Sorry..."
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jan 19, 2011 22:23:32 GMT
Helping Alfred to sip from the water as well, Arthur just supported him against his own slight body. "Oh Alfred... You don't have to be sorry. Just try and be more careful next time, hmm?" He requested, gently. He stayed there for a little longer, helping Alfred sip a little more water. "You're safe now, at any rate. I've got you, and I'll look after you." He promised, kissing his crown.
Slipping out from underneath him, he kissed his brow as he tucked him back in. "Go back to sleep. I'll be here when you wake up." He reassured him, softly, stroking his hair gently, until he pulled himself away to return to Joel.
Picking up his tea, he sipped from it with a long, tired sigh. "Sorry about the disturbance." He said again. "Do you need to get back?" He asked, not wanting to push him out of the door, but at the same time not entirely feeling comfortable with him in his house. Which surprised him. He was entirely comfortable with Alfred.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Jan 19, 2011 22:29:14 GMT
The water was something Alfred really seemed to appreciate, but he couldnt exactly swallow all that he took sometimes, so he just kept the liquid in his mouth, wetting it before he would swallow. Faintly he made a noise as he was laid back down, but he nodded a bit dazedly, his hand reaching forward and then gently holding on the blanket, recognizing it as one of the ones he had used on his couch.
Joel just sighed out as well, sipping his coffee. "Yeah, I do need to get back...So when did you guys start being friends though?" he asked, setting the mug down to let the liquid cool a bit more before his next sip. "Cause Alfred doesnt really let anyone...Well, pal around or take care of him." He was curious alright. Especially because Arthur had been so...Tender with him.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jan 19, 2011 22:37:33 GMT
Arthur hated seeing Alfred in such a weakened state, hated seeing him so out of it. He double checked that Alfred was safely tucked in before leaving him, not wanting the blanket to slip. He hadn't remembered that that was which blanket he had on - he'd taken it to curl up to at some point, and never returned it.
Cradling his own mug, Arthur leant back against the counter and frowned a little at Joel. "I suppose... This last month." He said, with a light shrug. "I don't think he'd let me look after him if he wasn't in this state." He said with a sigh, glancing towards the bedroom. "He still doesn't trust me that much." Running his fingers through his hair, Arthur closed his eyes tiredly. "I'll look after him, though, whether he likes it or not!"
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Post by Alfred Jones on Jan 19, 2011 22:42:01 GMT
Faintly the man nodded, and he smiled faintly before he chuckled. "Its good someones forcing that on him after so long." he chuckled, then finished his coffee before he stood. "I'll leave you be for now...Uh, call me if something happens alright? And you should probably take a nap. Good luck." And then he headed out the door, quickly.
Alfred meanwhile had settled down and dozed off, breathing in short, pained breaths. The hand griping that blanket had pulled it up a bit, and his cheek faintly rest into it then, lightly cuddling it as well as he could without moving his arms much.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jan 19, 2011 22:47:20 GMT
"I just hope he'll actually accept it." Arthur said with a sigh. He nodded, straightening up as well. "You have your ticket back?" He double checked, before leading him back to the door and holding it for him. "Thank you for everything."
Once the door was closed again, Arthur returned to Alfred, unwilling to leave him alone for long. Smiling when he saw he was asleep again, he ran his fingers through his hair softly, sitting on the side of the bed. He planned to watch over him as he slept, and after drinking his tea he picked up the book he was reading and went back to that. Eventually, though, his disturbed sleep caught up on him, and he drifted off, sitting back against the headboard with his book in his lap. One hand was resting lightly by Alfred, but he at least wasn't leaning over him, though he was at risk of falling out of the bed.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Jan 19, 2011 22:51:38 GMT
Around noon, Alfred ended up waking again, from his nerves suddenly exploding in pain, and it felt like someone had knocked the breath out of him. Whimpering out softly, he waited for it to pass, and it mostly did...but then he noticed he was in a strange room. Frowning, he glanced around, then looked up at Arthur, relaxing faintly before he reached up, gently nudging on him.
"Arthur..." Bits and pieces came back, but he still couldnt remember what had happened when he had gotten to Joel's diner.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jan 19, 2011 23:00:33 GMT
Arthur started to stir as soon as Alfred woke, but the nudge made him moan, opening his eyes and staring at Alfred blearily. As he caught up with himself, he sat up properly, reaching over to softly stroke Alfred's face. "Hey, Alfred." He said, gently. He was soft and gentle as normal, but still obviously worried about him.
Shifting to get a better look, he brushed the other's hair off his face, and smiled gently at him. "How're you feeling? Do you need more painkillers?" He asked. "Or water?" He asked. He was determined to do his best to take care of him.
Smiling at him, he tucked the blanket up a little more, making sure that he was tucked under. "Are you... Will you tell me what happened yet?" He asked, looking away. He wanted to know.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Jan 19, 2011 23:05:11 GMT
Closing his eyes at the stroking, Alfred just shifted again before he made a small noise, nodding at both options slightly. The blanket was keeping him warm well enough, and he stuck his arm out soon enough, feeling far too warm, and then winced at the movement causing pain to shoot through his body. "Agh!" He hissed out, eyes closing in pain.
It passed, mostly, after a few minutes, but then he looked up at Arthur tiredly, face still pale from all that blood that he had lost. "...Can I have the pill and water first..?" He requested, his voice raspy.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jan 19, 2011 23:09:54 GMT
Frowning at that, Arthur jumped a little at the yelp and frowned, tugging the blanket down himself. "Here. Try not to move. He reprimanded him softly. "I'll be back in a moment." Putting the book aside, he jumped up.
A minute or two later, he returned with the glass and pills. "All right, this may hurt..." He warned, before he slid in behind Alfred again, supporting his body against his again so that he could offer him the pill and the glass without him choking on either. "Here, love. Try and take small sips, all right?" He said, gently, resisting the urge to stroke his side as he held the pill to his lips again.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Jan 19, 2011 23:13:51 GMT
Alfred sniffed out faintly, but let the other leave, hating the feeling of being weak and unable to look after himself. This was enough tos et off his paranoia, but right now he couldnt exactly deal with it well...For now, he took the pill and accepted the water taking small sips but drinking it quickly, wanting to quench his thirst. Eventually the water was gone though, so he just took shuddering breaths, leaning against Arthur faintly while concentrating on not being in pain.
"Hurts..." He mumbled out, eyes closing while his head faintly drooped, feeling achey and in pain all over, not just in the places that hurt hte most.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jan 19, 2011 23:19:33 GMT
Holding him close, Arthur supported him while he drag, helping him. He didn't move aside yet, not wanting to disturb Alfred again immediately. Instead, he moved his hands to Alfred's arms, softly rubbing to try and help him feel a little better. "I know, sweetheart." He said, quietly. "I know."
He still desperately wanted to know what had happened, but realised that now wasn't the best time to ask. So for now, he just let him rest against him. He kept rubbing his arms, rather than moving them in and making Alfred feel more uncomfortable, letting him keep a semblance of control.
"Are you still too warm?" He asked gently, as he rubbed. "If you let me, I can help you take those trousers off, if that'll be more comfortable. I might have a pair of pyjama trousers you can fit into too... I tend to wear them a bit loose." He offered, his breath warm on Alfred's neck.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Jan 19, 2011 23:25:51 GMT
Faintly Alfred let Arthur continue the rubbing, not really caring too badly at the moment because the rubbing was helping them circulate, and while it did cause some pain it still felt better after awhile. At the question though, he jumped, shaking his head and quickly trying to get away from Arthur, crying out in pain, but still attempting to move away from the older man, panic in his eyes.
"No! Nononono! Don't!" He cried out, ignoring that his movements caused the barely scabbed over wounds to open quickly, and he managed to fall off the bed, crawling and backing up against the wall with a whimper, eyes wild and chest heaving from a combination of the panic and pain.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jan 19, 2011 23:31:33 GMT
Frowning at the jump, Arthur was surprised to feel Alfred pull away from him. He almost held onto him, before realising that could hurt and panic him more. Releasing him instead, he winced when Alfred fell out of the bed. Jumping up himself, he moved around the bed and then fell still.
Hands out he carefully stepped forward. "Alfred...? Alfred, I'm not going to hurt you, and I won't do anything you don't want me to." He desperately wanted to pull Alfred in, to rock him and reassure him. Worse than that, his words had set a fear in Arthur - a fear that he knew what had made Alfred so paranoid. "Sweetheart, you know that you're safe here. Please. Come on, let me get you back to bed." Very slowly and cautiously he reached out, but stopped just before touching him.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Jan 19, 2011 23:37:10 GMT
Blue eyes stared at him untrustingly, and he remained as he was for quite awhile before slowly he calmed, and he stared at Arthur with faint familiarity before he shakily reached out, the bandages stained red quickly from his movements. "Hurts..." He managed to mumble out, looking pained before it went down to the floor quickly, supporting him while he trembled.
The free hand did cautiously touch Arthurs though, as if sensing that he had somehow revealed something, and he was trying to make up for that, attempting to somehow convince Arthur that nothing was wrong with him.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jan 19, 2011 23:42:49 GMT
"Alfred..." Arthur whispered, softly. Slowly, he curled his hand around Alfred's, and then moved back in. He wrapped his arms gently and loosely around him, softly supporting him. "I will never make you do anything that you don't want to do." He repeated, softly. "You're safe here."
Still, he reopened wounds worried him, and he pulled the jumper off, wincing when he saw the red stain. "You need to get back to bed." He said, pulling Alfred's arm over his shoulder and putting his arm around his waist. "This will hurt." He warned him, bracing himself, before, with a soft noise, hefting Alfred up. Pulling him back over to the bed and laying him down, he pulled the blankets up for now, before moving away to a cupboard.
What he actually pulled out was embroidery thread - he had no bandages - but it ripped into strips fairly easily, and Arthur came back over to Alfred, pulling the blankets back down to look at the bandages he had already. "Do you think the wounds need stitches...?" He asked, sounding unsure.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Jan 20, 2011 1:10:07 GMT
The younger male fought faintly against the hold, but he then just curled up slightly with a quiet shudder.He didn't believe him, obviously, but he was too much in pain to not really just go with wahtever Arthur wanted him to do currently. Blinking when the jumper was tugged off, Alfred made a noise at the stain before hewatched what he was doing, yelping out in pain when he was hefted up.
Quickly he moved to the bed, and then settled,gasping lightly for breath that wasnt painful, but he just managed to situate himself as Arthur left. Still, he studied how much blood was coming out, before nodding. "...I can do it myself if you can't..." He murmured, leaning down.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jan 20, 2011 18:43:15 GMT
It saddened Arthur that Alfred still couldn't stand to be touched, so he kept the embrace brief. He didn't want to cause him any more trauma than he already had. Now that he had that in mind, he could see all too well all the little things that Alfred did and slot them into place.
Sighing at that, Arthur nodded. He almost stroked over the firm, exposed skin of Alfred's chest, but stopped himself. "I can do it. I don't know how much it'll hurt though..." He chewed on his lip, frowning. "Do you want a shot of gin or something to help?" He offered, since there wasn't much else he could do in terms of pain relief.
While Alfred decided, Arthur went back to his cupboard, pulling out his thinnest and sharpest embroidery needle, then let out a noise, and a thinking face. Rummaging a little, he came up with fishing line, putting that to one side. Sterilising the needle with his lighter, he moved back over, putting them on the side, ready to use.
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