genessia | [ action | closed ] command me to be well

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."

Tannusen blinked down at the odd thing being jabbed at him for emphasis. "What is it?"

Inhalers, he'd seen before. This thing looked like it worked along the same lines but a... little more extensive.

"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."

Look, Cassian, if you expected Tannusen of all people to have a problem with shotgun diplomacy, you were really talking to the wrong Faerie here. He really didn't see an issue with aerating any walking, noise-making sacks of meat who got too annoying with said noise-making.

"Well, I'll be sure to be home around the times you should use it, then. I'm sure I can make it a little more bearable?" Tannusen offered with a smile, before reaching up to unwind the scarf he'd been wearing from around his neck, offering it to Cass.

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.

Not unexpected, considering where he'd just been. And what he'd just been doing; something avoided for so long and for very good reasons.

Tannusen couldn't help the reflexive glance around them at the hand grab, but he certainly didn't complain, fingers squeezing Cassian's. "Let's... move away from the hospital, considering neither of us are exactly fans of it."

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.

Tannusen's thumb rubbed back and forth over Cassian's knuckles, the tiger taking in these signs without comment. Once they drew near a small park he was familiar with, Tannusen attempted to steer the priest toward a bench he'd found before. Out of the wind, but with a nice view.

"You're alright, Cass," the tiger, of course, said it quietly enough to stay private.

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."

"You can't always be the rational one," Tannusen noted, and then added a little quieter, "it's... nice, to be able to prop you up, for once. Is that a real dick thing to say?"

The Faerie didn't mind at all if Cassian showed him this side of himself. Made him feel a little helpful; maybe a little less of a burden for the moment.

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!"

"Well, I'm glad to be the one propping you up for once, instead of always the other way around," Tannusen took his hand back during the inhaler shenanigans, but only to drape his arm over Cassian's shoulders, offering more of his space-heater warmth.

"Aren't you supposed to hold it in?" Look, he'd been around people using those things before! He was from a modern Earth too, after all.

"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."

Tannusen spent a moment rubbing Cassian's back and opposite shoulder. "I assume there will be follow-ups... you still won't let me come in there with you?"

Yes, waiting just outside and having their phones essentially on speaker meant he knew the priest was safe, but. But. Cassian's fears wouldn't be totally eased, he knew, but anything he could do to help...

"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.

Tannusen couldn't help the slight sigh that escaped him at that answer, but he wasn't upset at the priest. Just the situation.

"I just want to help. You understand that, I'm sure..."

Maybe he could send someone else with him in person? It had to be someone trustworthy. But who? Jethro wouldn't work, for a variety of reasons. Szel would never do it, or would make things worse for the human without even having to try. Dorian? He didn't know Dorian well enough to ask, really. The tree had vanished, as had Tektite from the bar -- not that she'd have been great moral support anyway.

...

"Well, at least there's phones," the tiger added, watching strangers go by. They weren't in a super secluded area, near the hospital still and all.

"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."

"Well, I'll stay clear then, but if I think of anything else that might help I'll let you know," Tannusen was content just now, at least, to thread his fingers between Cass'. "So, do you have to wear your gas mask to bed, or just for a while before?"

Look, would he be him if he didn't tease at least a bit?

"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."

"If I wasn't a prat you'd be worried about my health," Tannusen pointed out with a lopsided grin. He gave Cassian's shoulders a squeeze, "Let's head back to the house before it gets colder out. If you start turning bluer than usual I'm teleporting you home."

"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."

"A vet, huh?" Tannusen chuckled at that, and Cassian had maybe a half second of warning -- an awful lot of mischief in those pretty blue eyes of Tannu's -- before he was scooped up as the tiger lunged to his feet.

Whelp.

So, this was happening.

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!"

"Yes, but this is more fun!" The tiger was insufferable and he knew it, and didn't care. Tannusen did a dainty little spin, and started strolling off toward the requisite archways as if the priest weighed nothing at all.

"Is yelling how you keep from freezing? You'd go absolutely hoarse in Canada."

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."

"Nonsense! I have every confidence that you'd find a way," Tannusen couldn't possibly say it with more affection, though.

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