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 Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2018 3:26 pm
When Seung had said that he was going to go out on patrol with Gévaudan, Terry had just smiled and told him to be careful. They had already figured out a loose schedule so if one was patrolling then the other was with the twins. Or if they were both out then Hyeon was with them but that was a rarity for now since they were still trying to spend as much time with the twins as possible to they all would get used to being a family.
It wasn't terribly long into the patrol that Terry felt the stab of fear and surprise that had him pausing while reaching for a glass to get a drink for DaeSu. The feelings didn't last but the feeling of hurt replaced it. The brunette has worried his bottom lip as he started back to getting his son his drink but paid a good amount of attention to the connection he had with Seung. He kept himself busy as the pain was joined by worry, busy work of cleaning up the area or helping out the twins. It seemed like hours before something else tipped the scales as relief mixed in and the house phone rang. GeonSu managed to pick up the phone first and Terry could hear the Korean flowing as he headed over to his son, making it about half way before the eight year old was yelling for him the message Seung had left.
Thankfully Hyeon was home so he was able to leave the twins with him, they really just needed to finish getting ready for bed at this point and be tucked in anyway, and took the car to the warehouse district. Once he was almost there he pulled out his cell and hit the first speed dial on it. "Where exactly are you two and how badly hurt are you both? I brought first aid with me but also have a list of excuses we can use if anyone has to go to the hospital." He said once Seung picked up, worry clear in his voice. He knew full well just how dangerous the situations could be, powered or not so he couldn't help but be worried that there was a problem he couldn't tell just through the bond. After all, he could only sense his husband and not Gev as the other Knight wasn't apart of their bond.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2018 4:08 pm
Standing there, waiting for Terry to arrive, he could feel the sense of urgency from his partner. He knew what he felt was only a a fraction of what Terry felt, which sometimes was a good thing. The idea of feeling what the other felt, all the time, at the same strength...was something which could be downright dangerous. "He's on his way." He was sure of that, due to what he was feeling.
It wasn't confirmed however until the phone call which he answered, as he still held Toren to himself. Giving the location, or at least narrowing it down, he smiled at the others mention of a first aid kit...and the list of excuses they'd come up with one night together. "I don't think we'll need the list....but I got my head good...and I think Toren got his his hand..." The last part said as he bent to inspect the male in his hold, to make sure he was right in what he was about to say. "Bandages would be good and to clean things out." Which they could do here, or home, just not in the car with cleaning. Seung did not like the idea of getting liquids spilled in the car.
"We didn't get into a fight....if that's any good to you." Seung added while glancing about, wondering which direction Terry would be coming from.
When he hung up he pocketed his phone and sighed. "He'll be here soon...he's close. He has a first aid kit in the car...we can use it now if you want?" It wouldn't be a bad idea really, perhaps a good one in fact. He didn't know if the other was still bleeding, he couldn't tell, and he wasn't certain about himself though he didn't think so.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2018 5:17 pm
Toren had been sitting because standing up made him nauseous and he felt tired. Despite not vomiting anymore, Seung still stayed close to him, a presence over him as if shielding him from the entirely of the world, and it was one he wanted to turn into a singular speck and vanish in. When he told Terry that they hadn't been hurt in a fight, he frown at the deep setting guilt and embarrassment. The self-hatred trying to grab hold but having no energy to start a fight within himself.
instead, he had taken his phone out and was scrolling through pictures of dogs. It was a sort of thought up mechanism to distract his mind, and he kept a folder on his phone to scroll through for these occasions, but it wasn't working. His thumb scrolled automatically but his eyes were distant and away, half listening to Seung for any vital information he should be aware of but more importantly listening for anything else. Reaching out to sense anyone or anything suspicious. His heart was still beating fast, but he forced his breathing to at least not be erratic in case Seung got worked up. Despite this, one other hand rested on his chest, as he took deep breathes.
The scrolling he counted. It helped. The dogs sadly did not. There was only so much pictures of dogs could do. This was not one of those things.
At the question, he didn't bother looking up from his phone. "It doesn't hurt. I lost feeling in much of my hands." He mumbled. The burns. The breaks. The tears. At some parts his hand only felt a numb sensation while a few fingers still felt a little. Enough to still feel his husband and pet General. He wondered how long that would last before that was gone. Before one more dumb accident ruined them. Ruined him more.
Without the gloves of his uniform, the blood was a sticky congealed collection of dirt but he didn't wince or show any indication of it bothering him as he scrolled with that same hand.
"I can wait. Just do you."
Frustrated at the phone, he closed it and put it in his phone and went back to breathing slowly back in and out like he was told to do by Wyatt when he woke up in the night with these similar episodes. This also wasn't helping. Not without Wyatt around, but at least they were outside. At least they were with plenty of escape opportunities. At least this wasn't IN THERE.
He reached up to wipe his nose again against the back of his hoodie's sleeve to at least try to appear somewhat put together but with a pale face and red eyes, he didn't believe he could manage that.
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2018 6:43 pm
He couldn't help but give a relived sign when Seung said they weren't actually in a fight and that it didn't look like they would need to use the list. At least it meant that neither were hurt terribly so and it was enough to make some of the tension leave his body. Terry however did start to worry his bottom lip when he was told what injured they actually did have. Head injuries were not something to take lightly and it was enough to put the tension back in his shoulders but he didn't say anything about it just yet. "I'll be there as soon as I can." He promised before they both ended the call.
It thankfully didn't take very long for Terry to pull the car up nearby Seung and Toren. Once he was fully at a stop he quickly unbuckled and got out of the car, snagging the first aid kit on the way. It was a large one, one that held a lot more then normal first aid kits to help with many different injuries that could happen. His eyes immediately locked on to his husband and looked him over before he looked over at their friend. "Does anyone need any help to the car? I figure we can use the kit once you both are sitting down." He said as he shouldered the bag in case he needed his hands to help either man.
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2018 7:04 pm
"Ohh..." He'd lost feeling in his hands, at least most feeling. The amount of damage he'd have had to suffer in order for that to happen....he didn't want to think of that, at least not right now. Seung was sure it was more than anyone should have to suffer, a lot more. Whatever the other had suffered it had been bad, and he wondered if that damage and his obvious panic attacks were linked. It wouldn't surprise him if somehow they were, he'd be scared of whatever had brought about such injuries as well.
"I can make it to the car." Though he was a bit dizzy if he was to be honest, but he had smacked his head good and hard with the fall. "Toren?" He asked, casting his dark eyes down to the other. A hand reaching out to help the other to his feet, if it was needed. "I think we can both make it." Though he wasn't sure, he was fairly certain though. "We'll put the kit to use in the car I think...and maybe at home." He hoped the kids were sleeping....he and Terry really needed to explain things to them soon, really soon.
"When we get home Terry...some light food..." Something on the bland side, not too bland though. He thought Toren could use some food, considering he'd puked up a lot before, but he wasn't sure if the others stomach could handle too much flavor. He didn't want to upset the other at all. "I think we're keeping Toren for the night as well." There was no question if it was ok, he knew it would be, he wasn't letting Toren go home only to be alone and waiting for his partner. They'd keep the other for the night and make sure he was ok.
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2018 7:17 pm
He looked up as the car came up and glanced up. They were leaving, and he felt a bit of relief in knowing that. However, now he felt guilty and embarrassed Seung had to call his husband over in the first place. He should have been the more reliable one.
He never had to do this before. Rely on someone like this. Wyatt usually took that responsibility.
"i'm fine. I can wait. Worry about your head." He said, rising up and feeling a warm rush of dizziness wash over him as he gently touched Seung's shoulder for stability before letting it go again and moving to the car.
He popped open the door and settled in, feeling like Seung would probably take shotgun to be beside his husband.
The ride back was relatively quiet and he leaned his head back to close his eyes a moment. Before long the car had stopped and he opened his eyes to look out to see the place lit up for them.
Being mindful of his bleeding hand, he opened it with the other and stepped outside to follow them inside.
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2018 4:19 pm
"Are you sure you don't want some help?" Terry asked Seung after he said he could make it to the car. Just because he thought he was feeling fine didn't mean he actually was, not with a head injury that was likely playing havoc on his balance. The brunette gave a nod though at both the request for food and the fact that they would be keeping Toren for the night. "Well I know we have plenty of room and we should have some chicken noodle soup that might work."
He turned his attention back fully to Toren though when the other man tried to wave off the use of the kit and made his way to the car. Terry took a step toward him before pausing, not sure if his help would be welcome and instead just helped Seung to the car while keeping a close eye on Toren in case he stumbled. "Are you sure you don't want anything? Even a temp bandage to stop it from bleeding farther as much?" He asked Toren as they walked. Once Seung was sitting down, Terry did a quick eye check for responsiveness and a quick check to see if his head was still bleeding, before pressing a temp bandage to the wound and a light kiss to Seung's forehead. "I'll help you with this better when we are home." He promised before passing back a bandage to Toren in case he wanted to use it and got back into the driver seat and driving them home, though during the entire drive his eyes would dart quickly to the side or the mirror from time to time checking on them both.MoonKitsune O hai, I kept forgetting it was my turn as I haven't been on gaia much OTL
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2018 11:53 pm
He'd been good, as he'd assured his husband, but he still wound up with a temporary bandage pressed to the back of his head. Yeah, he was still dizzy and off balance, but really that was to expected as far as he was concerned. Curling into the passenger seat of the car he kept glancing back at Torren, all the way home.
"Hyung knows we are bringing someone over?" He asked, wanting to make sure his elder cousin knew since it was more his apartment than anything. His hyung had gotten the place and he and Terry, their sons, and his younger cousin had all sort of just moved in on him. It was a family thing...they wanted to be together. It was nice to live with family again, since his own parents didn't want him.
Even if his elder cousin didn't know it was a bit too late as they'd arrived at the building. The elevator was the best, and easiest for them, way to get to the right floor and Seung was the one pulling out his key in order to unlock the door and allow them all inside. "Couch, Torren - we need to check on you...and me." He said as he motioned the other inside first, since he was a guest. "it's best we make sure we're ok then we can get some food and rest." Or just time together since he was still worried about the others emotions considering he'd had a panic attack, that would have anyone worried.
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Posted: Fri Aug 31, 2018 7:51 am
He took the bandage that was tossed to him and used it to wrap about his hand. It at least kept it from bleeding into his hoodie and down his arm. When the vehicle was parked, he stepped out and could feel warm he felt in comparison to the cooler night air.
It was strange that the few times he and Venice spoke, he never visited. It felt personal and he realized he couldn't recall visiting anyone's home. Not that he might of in a forgotten memory, but he felt that this was probably the worst way to be invited to a friend's house.
The order to the couch was a command Torin wasn't about to argue. He did feel bad he might get rust and dirt on a couch small children might play on but his energy to care was dwindling fast. Moving over, he sat down, one hand pressing on the bandage from his split palm.
"I just need to clean and sew it. It will be fine then." It wasn't the first time he had to doctor hinself and wouldn't be the last. He had popped in joints, sewn cuts, and self-medicated. He was familiar with a lot more medicatuins then he used to be.
"Sorry for intruding." His throat felt raw from the acid of throwing up and his head felt heavy. He couldn't be sure if it was from the fall or the panic attack.
Leaning his head back. He let his eyes roam the room to take in the place. When he noticed his hand shaking he set it against his knee to make it still.
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