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Jun. 25th, 2018 09:55 pmDrugged as he is, a frisson of trepidation ekes down Barry's spine as he stares at the chair. He knows he won't need it forever, just as he hadn't needed it forever last time, but he can't help but be reminded of the last time he came so close to death.
"Okay," he says, but makes no move to help Derek move him.
Derek watches Barry stare at the chair and then slips his arm under Barry's shoulders, leaning in to press his forehead against Barry's temple. It's no surprise that he wouldn't want to be back in a wheelchair, and Derek's chest aches. He can smell Barry's anxiety, smell his blood and lingering traces of pain and fear, and he wishes that he could snap his fingers and make it all better.
"It's just to get you out of the hospital, B-- babe. That's it. You'll be fine," Derek assures him as he helps him out of bed and gets him into the chair, waving off the nurses. "Thank you. I'll take it from here."
He wheels Barry out of the hospital, eager to get him out of the chair, and slows to a halt once they make it outside. "Huh. I guess I'll have to call a cab."
It's been awhile since Derek has been in a car. They're both so fast that it's never necessary, but Derek doesn't want to carry him that far and risk reopening his wound. He fishes out his phone and looks up the number, resting his other hand on Barry's shoulder. "I'll have them drop us at the park and I'll carry you the rest of the way."
Barry is glad for the fresh air after the foul sterility of the hospital, and he tugs at his cowl, frowning when he cant take it off to better enjoy the evening. He looks up at Derek, looming over the stupid wheelchair all tall and shimmering in the lamplight. Barry blinks hard, but the sparkles remain, and he resigns himself to his fate.
"That's okay," he decides. "I like when you carry me." With Derek's build, he'd be strong even as a human, and as a wolf...Barry leers again, not noticing that it comes off wobbly. "Pick me up and put me down."
"That's good to know," he says fondly, touching Barry's cheek as he stares up at him. Once the taxi arrives, Derek lifts him easily out of the chair before kicking it away. He holds him in a one-armed bridal carry as gently as he can and opens the car door to set him instead.
Derek walks around to get into the other side, meeting the taxi driver's wide eyes in the rear view mirror as he slides into the backseat. "Take us to the entrance of Petros Park, and I'll pay double if you don't ask any questions. Triple if you don't hit any bumps."
The driver nods and pulls away from the curb, and Derek curls an arm around Barry. His suit has been cut open and Derek's hand finds warm skin, both to touch him and to draw any pain that the drugs haven't taken care of.
It isn't a long ride, but it seems to take forever with how fast they're used to traveling. They stop at the park and Derek pulls out some cash, handing it over before helping Barry out of the car. Once the taxi is gone, Derek lifts Barry up into a bridal carry once more, running as fast as he can without jostling him too much.
When the cabin comes into view, Derek breathes out a sigh of relief. They weren't followed, and the only hearts that Derek hears in half a mile is theirs, and their pets, and the forest animals. He tugs back his hood and unlocks the door, leading them inside and setting Barry down onto the sofa.
"How're you doing, hummingbird?" He tugs off Barry's cowl and kneels in front of him, working on undoing his suit. "Still high as a kite?"
It takes Barry far longer than it should to realize the warmth of Derek's arms has been replaced by the warmth of their couch. "Mm," he notes, plucking at the corner of their blanket so he can rub it against his cheek. "Is that what's wrong with me?" he asks as he pushes the soft cotton against his barely there stubble. At his feet, Derek is busy peeling off his suit, and Barry grins. Derek kneeling and undressing him only ever means good things.
"I don't know but I feel ah-maaazing."
"Okay," he says, but makes no move to help Derek move him.
Derek watches Barry stare at the chair and then slips his arm under Barry's shoulders, leaning in to press his forehead against Barry's temple. It's no surprise that he wouldn't want to be back in a wheelchair, and Derek's chest aches. He can smell Barry's anxiety, smell his blood and lingering traces of pain and fear, and he wishes that he could snap his fingers and make it all better.
"It's just to get you out of the hospital, B-- babe. That's it. You'll be fine," Derek assures him as he helps him out of bed and gets him into the chair, waving off the nurses. "Thank you. I'll take it from here."
He wheels Barry out of the hospital, eager to get him out of the chair, and slows to a halt once they make it outside. "Huh. I guess I'll have to call a cab."
It's been awhile since Derek has been in a car. They're both so fast that it's never necessary, but Derek doesn't want to carry him that far and risk reopening his wound. He fishes out his phone and looks up the number, resting his other hand on Barry's shoulder. "I'll have them drop us at the park and I'll carry you the rest of the way."
Barry is glad for the fresh air after the foul sterility of the hospital, and he tugs at his cowl, frowning when he cant take it off to better enjoy the evening. He looks up at Derek, looming over the stupid wheelchair all tall and shimmering in the lamplight. Barry blinks hard, but the sparkles remain, and he resigns himself to his fate.
"That's okay," he decides. "I like when you carry me." With Derek's build, he'd be strong even as a human, and as a wolf...Barry leers again, not noticing that it comes off wobbly. "Pick me up and put me down."
"That's good to know," he says fondly, touching Barry's cheek as he stares up at him. Once the taxi arrives, Derek lifts him easily out of the chair before kicking it away. He holds him in a one-armed bridal carry as gently as he can and opens the car door to set him instead.
Derek walks around to get into the other side, meeting the taxi driver's wide eyes in the rear view mirror as he slides into the backseat. "Take us to the entrance of Petros Park, and I'll pay double if you don't ask any questions. Triple if you don't hit any bumps."
The driver nods and pulls away from the curb, and Derek curls an arm around Barry. His suit has been cut open and Derek's hand finds warm skin, both to touch him and to draw any pain that the drugs haven't taken care of.
It isn't a long ride, but it seems to take forever with how fast they're used to traveling. They stop at the park and Derek pulls out some cash, handing it over before helping Barry out of the car. Once the taxi is gone, Derek lifts Barry up into a bridal carry once more, running as fast as he can without jostling him too much.
When the cabin comes into view, Derek breathes out a sigh of relief. They weren't followed, and the only hearts that Derek hears in half a mile is theirs, and their pets, and the forest animals. He tugs back his hood and unlocks the door, leading them inside and setting Barry down onto the sofa.
"How're you doing, hummingbird?" He tugs off Barry's cowl and kneels in front of him, working on undoing his suit. "Still high as a kite?"
It takes Barry far longer than it should to realize the warmth of Derek's arms has been replaced by the warmth of their couch. "Mm," he notes, plucking at the corner of their blanket so he can rub it against his cheek. "Is that what's wrong with me?" he asks as he pushes the soft cotton against his barely there stubble. At his feet, Derek is busy peeling off his suit, and Barry grins. Derek kneeling and undressing him only ever means good things.
"I don't know but I feel ah-maaazing."
