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Tannusen ([personal profile] black_black_heart) wrote in [community profile] genessia2017-10-10 09:45 pm

[ action | closed ] command me to be well

Tannusen waited, as promised, just on the edge of where the hospital might start to have an effect on him. Phone in hand, listening to the open line to make sure nothing could possibly happen to Cassian... he only started to relax again once the priest was back out of the building; once he could see him on the sidewalk.

Only then did he hang up the phone, standing up from the bench he'd been occupying for the duration of the visit.
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[personal profile] feckinboomstick 2017-10-11 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
Medicine, mostly, seemed to be the go to thing for now. He'd not accept anything more invasive than that, it'd already been a trial for the poor doctor in there to deal with his constant questions, nagging and complaints. The all around general paranoia of doctors the priest exhibited guaranteed that his stay would be a short one, and he trotted out of the building looking down in some vague display of confusion and irritation at the inhaler that had been given to him.

Along with this came a nebulizer, something he was also less than happy to have around, of which was jammed at Tannusen.

Not to give him, no.

He had complaints.

"It sounds like a car engine and I hate it."
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[personal profile] feckinboomstick 2017-10-11 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
"Called it a nebulizer. S'posed to wear this thing before bed." He waved around a mask before jamming it into the bag it came with.

"And durin' certain parts of the day. Regular treatment, the inhaler's just for when I get tight." The inhaler he was a little more familiar with, but he still didn't look happy, fiddling around with it.

"I don't like it. Smells awful, tastes awful, looks awful, and if some prick-" Some Ted shaped prick- "Sees me walkin' 'round with this strapped to me side I'm gonna have to shoot their brains out cos I'll never hear the end of the wheezy jokes."
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[personal profile] feckinboomstick 2017-10-11 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
There's grumbling and a few wheezes as he jams the inhaler into a pocket, taking the scarf and promptly burying the lower half of his face in it. It's getting cold after all, and cold, damp weather and Cassian don't get along.

"Should have asked for a new set o'lungs." But hey, both of them knew he wasn't about to attempt that.

Instead, he sought out Tannusen's hand, wrapping his fingers lightly around the other mans.

"Bloody hate fall."

Yep, yeah he's in a sour mood. Sorry, Tannusen.
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[personal profile] feckinboomstick 2017-10-11 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
It was, indeed, for his own comfort that he reached for the other mans hand. Though his attitude was surly and his words more annoyed than anything, he was, in fact, shaken, despite the fact that nothing untoward had even happened.

The 1800's seemed like they had happened just yesterday for him, after all. Hard to believe things have come so far.

"Aye, lets be off."

Though even as he walked, his head met Tannusen's arm, a motion far more clingy than the other man had ever usually been willing to show in public.
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[personal profile] feckinboomstick 2017-10-11 06:10 am (UTC)(link)
It was disconcerting, to be this open with anyone. No one had ever been allowed to get this close before, why would he ever let them? He'd outlive them anyway, what impact would they ever have upon him?

Now, however. Now it was different.

He let himself be directed towards a bench, more than happy to sit down far, far outside the hospital.

"Aye, of course I am. ... Just a doctor's visit, after all." Millions of people saw a doctor every day, he was no different.

"... Just bein' irrational, 'tis all." With his head and body resting against Tannusen now, taking in a deep breath of the fall air, letting out another dry wheeze.

"Nothin' anyone should be concerned about."
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[personal profile] feckinboomstick 2017-10-11 06:22 am (UTC)(link)
There was a soft laugh, followed by several dry coughs and a curse before he jammed his hand into his pocket to fish out that new stupid inhaler.

"Nae, Tannusen. It isn't. Everyone needs some proppin' up once in a while, no man is perfect. I'm glad ye came with me... I need ye here."

It took a bit for him to figure the inhaler out, they made it look so stupidly simple in the office-

There.

Though the priest didn't quite seem to fully understand the concept of holding that breath in, harshly exhaling that medicine right back out again with a slew of curses.

"I hate it!"
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[personal profile] feckinboomstick 2017-10-11 04:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"Am I?" It wasn't sarcasm, it was a real question. They'd told him of course, but chances were he wasn't listening very well back in the hospital.

"Right, hold it in then..." Another fumbling attempt to get it right, before another dose was administered and this time, he held it for a good long moment, before letting out a stuttering breath.

"Aye that's... bit better." Things loosening up a bit more, his breathing easing slowly. A sigh and he slumped against Tannusen again.

"... Thank ye, truly, for comin' with me, Tannusen. I'd... never of come without ye."
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[personal profile] feckinboomstick 2017-10-13 03:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"Nae, I don't want ye in there." With the hospital slowly eating away at him. He knew he should have lost Tannusen a while ago now, the weird state of this world being the only thing that kept the pooka tethered to his body.

He didn't want to force any more damage upon him.

"The phone works fine, Tannusen. I'll be alright."

He moved to rest his hand upon the one at his shoulder, tracing gently over his knuckles.
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[personal profile] feckinboomstick 2017-10-14 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
"I know ye do. Ye are helpin', Tannusen, I promise ye are. You're more help to me not burnin' up though." He had no intention of letting Tannusen suffer because the pooka wanted to be close.

Close could happen after. It already was, after all, now curling his fingers around the other mans.

"Aye, there's phones, and there's video chat. The only thing missin' is havin' ye hold me hand." There's a bit of a chuckle behind that at least. "I'll be already, Tannusen. I promise ye. I'll be alright."
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[personal profile] feckinboomstick 2017-10-14 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
"Don't be a prat."

If Tannusen has to tease, Cassian has to snipe back. Look, it's just how things are. He doesn't budge an inch from him though, his head resting gently on Tannusen's shoulder.

"I gotta wear it before bed, then it's lights out. I can't sleep with this thing on me."
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[personal profile] feckinboomstick 2017-10-14 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
"Ye could probably get away with bein' at least twenty five percent less of a prat before I'd start callin' for a vet."

Though it was followed up by a quick, tender kiss on the jaw.

"Gonna have to start rememberin' my coat and scarf from now on. Bloody hate fall and I bloody hate winter. Completely useless seasons."
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[personal profile] feckinboomstick 2017-10-14 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
Oh he knew that look. There was a half second of realization, but before he could doanything...

Well, up he went with an indignant squawk of surprise, clinging to Tannusen in alarm and surprise for just a moment before the yelling started.

"YE DAMNEDABLE FOOL CAT, PUT ME DOWN, I CAN WALK BY ME DAMN SELF!"
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[personal profile] feckinboomstick 2017-10-14 06:33 am (UTC)(link)
Well compared to what Tannusen could feasibly lift, Cassian may as well weigh nothing.

There's a great deal of squirming and thumping upon Tannusen's back, the curses devolving into Irish before he just... flops over on his shoulder.

Fine.

"If your goal is to make me shout meself silent what so I cannot complain at ye anymore, well played."