|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2011 2:12 am
Xander had memorized the instructions for Frost's medicine when the doctor had first said them but he guessed it wasn't bad to hear them again. He finished putting the meds in his pocket just before Frost came out and he gave him a small smile. "Well sometimes we all just have to push our selves to see how injured we are. Besides i know what it's like to have the need to prove to your self your ok after a bad mission." he said, briefly looking down at the leg that had been injured before looking back up at Frost. "Yes lets go." he said then looked almost like he was going to offer his arm for Frost to lean on but instead just gave a smile, not sure how his touch would be received so close to the last time.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2011 2:35 am
“I like to think I am above foolish displays of machismo,” Frost said, arching one eyebrow as he spoke, “but perhaps even I am not immune to bouts of foolishness.” It was true that he hated to show weakness, but he had liked to think than when it was serious logic would take precedence; keep pushing yourself until you were safe, and then curl up somewhere to recuperate. Perhaps he had been trying to prove something, perhaps he hadn’t wanted to stay in the medical bay alone, or perhaps he just hadn’t been thinking clearly enough to realise how battered he was.
It took more than three times the usual amount of time to get up to their room; by the time the door closed behind them he was exhausted and slightly out of breath. Letting out a slow sigh the pale man sat down onto his bunk. He wanted to take off his boots and lie down but he didn’t feel up to struggling with them just yet... Oh to heck with it, they were quite clean. As Skiron hopped up onto the end of his bed Frost eased himself into a horizontal position. So tired. He'd only just woken up. He shouldn't be so tired. Maybe it was the drugs.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2011 2:58 am
After Frost's statements the walk back to the room was silent. Xander didn't want to bombard the tired man with a pointless conversation and couldn't think of anything that was purely necessary to say right at the moment. There were a few times on the walk that the teen had wanted to reach over and help Frost to walk but he kept his hands to his self unless it was apparently needed.
When they were inside the room Xander watched his friend sink onto his bed tiredly. Judging by the way Frost looked, he doubted they would be talking bout what ever it was that he had mentioned in the infirmary any time soon. The gray eyed man raised an eyebrow when Frost laid down with his boots on the bed, it not being something he would normally do. With a seconds hesitation, Xander walked over to Frost's bunk, knelt to the floor beside it and started to gently take off Frost's boots.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2011 8:33 am
Somebody was touching him. He jerked away instinctivly, and the sudden movement sent daggers of searing pain shooting through his body, making him retch. At least he managed not to be sick. Somebody was touching him. "Unhand me to you-" Oh. "Xander." Blinking and seeing brightly coloured spots, Frost tried to focus on his roommate. Curling an arm around his throbbing ribs the pallid man relaxed again. "You startled me," he said after a moment, the sharp cold edge in his tones now replaced with his usual cool calm, "you really should warn me before you touch me... Sorry. Thank you. I didn't kick you did I?"
He felt like a fool for jumping like that, who else could it have been? Dashed fool: it was Xander, and he needed help so he needed to accept said help and not 'flip out'... He hadn't know it was Xander though. He should have, but he hadn't, so it wasn't his fault... Was it?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2011 3:52 pm
Well that was stupid of him. Of course Frost would be surprised. Xander had managed to avoid being kicked but he winced all the same, just for a different reason then pain. He hadn't meant to make Frost move so badly that he would aggravate his already painful ribs. "Don't be sorry, it was my fault. Sorry for startling you, I had thought you would be asleep enough to not react badly." He shouldn't have assumed anything and just asked Frost if he needed help but he hadn't wanted to disturb the older man more then necessary and he really did look mostly asleep.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2011 1:22 am
Taking shallow breaths and closing his eyes Frost made a small dismissive gesture. “You are tired,” he said after a few moments, “thinking things through perfectly is not... is not to be entirely expected. I would appreciate help, now that I am expecting it.” Sleep. He’d only just woken up and that was all he wanted to do. He’d wanted to talk to Xander but he felt so weary he wasn’t sure he’d get it right. Maybe it was better left for another day.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2011 7:23 pm
Well he supposed he was still tired but he still should have been more careful. Alright, let's get you out of those boots then." he said with a small smile even though Frost couldn't see it. He reached over before carefully and quickly taking Frost's boots off for him. "Socks on or off?" he asked, not wanting to assume again.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2011 3:55 am
The prospect of any more fiddling around made him feel even more exhausted than he already did. “No... No thank you that is.” Sitting up carefully and then slowly getting to his feet Frost made a rather pathetic attempt to pull back the covers of his bed. Why did he tuck them in so tightly? Because it was neat. It was important to be neat and clean and tidy. He was not any of those things at the moment (not to his usual standards anyway) but the thought of shaving, showering, and changing into pyjamas was too much to bear. Sighing wearily the small man gave the bed sheets another feeble tug, and this time managed to fold them back, although this might well have been due to assistance from Xander that he failed to notice.
Carefully sitting and then lying down on the bunk that felt even less comfortable than it usually did, Frost clicked his tongue to Skiron. “Come and be an ice pack,” he instructed the Glaceon as his ears pricked up. “Just curl up against my left side,” he elaborated, “and don’t lean on me too hard.”
Giving a chirp of acknowledgement, the pale ice-type padded got to his paws and up the bed, lying back down and curing up once he reached the designated spot. He wasn’t tired at all, and left to his own devices might have liked to go and get a bit of exercise, but as it was his trainer was his priority.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2011 4:40 am
The sight of a tired, in pain and struggling Frost was making Xander feel like he should just bundle the older man up and keep him in the room for the foreseeable future...or at least until he was healed that is. He did indeed help Frost out a bit by subtly tugging at the covers until they were loose enough for the injured man to move. After watching Frost and Skiron settle in, Xander stood from his kneeling position, went to his desk, opened a drawer then pulled out a bottle of water. That done he turned back, crossed the small room and crouched by Frosts bed. "I'm going to put this and your pills next to your bed alright? The doctor did say you were due another dose soon so if you feel like you need it a little early that's fine." he said, keeping his voice low and clear. He wasn't going to be very loud seeing as Frost was already starting to fall back asleep.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2011 5:21 am
“Not just now,” Frost murmured, “I will fall asleep soon. Mmh. Leave it for now, so I can take some as soon as I wake up.” He had been dead set against taking anything at all last night. He still didn’t want to, but for at least a few days he suspected that the analgesics would seem like the lesser of two evils. “Good night Xander,” the small grunt sighed, putting an arm around Skrion’s neatly curled form, “hope... mmh... hope you have a good day.”
Xander was probably on duty today, and he was tired because he’d slept in an uncomfortable chair. He felt guilty. He was not accustomed to feeling guilty. He didn’t know what to do about it, or what to say. At least for now he could put it off by falling asleep. He’d have to deal with it later on but for now he would... for now he... for now... Sleep.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2011 3:36 pm
"Alright, it will be right here when you need it." Xander said with a small smile. He couldn't help but think that sleepy looking Frost was cute, with him curling up with Skiron it just made the picture that much cuter. "Good night Frost. I hope you sleep well." he then stood up and walked quietly over to his side. He needed to grab and change then hit the showers. Duty called after all and he had just under an hour to be ready. Just before he left the room though he looked back at the sleeping Frost and got a soft smile on his face. At least the other looked peaceful. But now was time to go before he decided to loose his head by going over and kissing his roommate on the forehead good night. Xander let out a quiet chuckle then left the room, Conrad following one step behind him all the way.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
