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thescarletspeedsterDrugged 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."
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Date: 2018-06-26 08:59 pm (UTC)Jinx hops up onto the back of the sofa, kneading delicately before coming over to sniff at Barry and purr against his head. Derek stands there in his own underwear as Barry rubs himself against the blanket, no doubt completely out of his mind due to the combination of the morphine and Derek taking his pain. He can't help but to remember what Barry had said early. He wished for a beer, and then lost his powers. That probably isn't a coincidence. Not in Darrow, anyway.
As he goes over to the fridge, he remembers something he heard at Semele's. Someone wished to fly, and sprouted wings. Derek moves a little faster and grabs a cold beer from the fridge, popping the cap off with a claw before coming over to hand it out to Barry.
"Drink this," he says, though alcohol and morphine can't be a good idea. If Derek's right, that won't matter in a few minutes anyway. "Make sure you really enjoy it."
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Date: 2018-06-28 03:14 am (UTC)It tastes great, and he's in no state just now to remember his college days, but it's way better than any of the beers they'd snuck into the science labs. "Thank you," he says, then, "Oh," because he feels weird. Not stabbed weird, or sick weird, just weird.
He takes another drink and lays his head back, blinking up at the ceiling as the oddest sensation washes over him. It's as if he's been trapped in water or a fog that's finally lifting, and some of the euphoria in his veins seems to evaporate. "Oh, I feel funny," says Barry. "Am I already drunk?"
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Date: 2018-06-29 09:08 pm (UTC)"Funny how?" Derek asks, perching himself on the edge of the sofa next to Barry and watching him closely, listening to the human-speed beat of his heart and reaching out to lay a hand on his thigh. "If you got drunk that fast back when you were human, I bet you were a nightmare at parties."
He's worried but trying desperately not to show it, and he moves a bit closer to reach up and gently sweep Barry's hair back from his face. "Drink a little more, hummingbird."
It's very odd to try and coax his drugged up fiance to drink alcohol, but desperate times call for desperate measures and all that. If Derek's inkling is right and this fixes everything, it will have been worth it.
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Date: 2018-06-30 12:06 am (UTC)"Funny like my stomach - " Barry begins, wincing as the odd sensation in his gut becomes an ache. The pain grows and leeches past the last of the sparkles in his blood, and Barry frowns down at himself, alarmed to see a bandage. "What the f- " he starts, not one to curse but he has no idea what's happening.
His head snaps towards Derek who he watches with huge eyes. "What's going on? When did we get back here?"
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Date: 2018-06-30 12:12 am (UTC)Derek never thought that he would be relieved to smell Barry's pain, but he is. Pain means that he's metabolizing the morphine, and Derek nearly cries as Barry's heart, which had sounded sluggish and alarmingly slow to Derek's ears, revs back up to a quick hum. Barry's eyes meet his, wide and shocked, and Derek reaches out to rest a hand on his cheek to draw his pain.
"It's okay," he says calmly, nodding and leaning in to kiss his forehead. Derek can't help but to tremble, so relieved to smell Barry healing and hear his quick little hummingbird heart. He takes a second to compose himself, breathing out shakily before pulling back to look at Barry's face. The black fades from the veins in Derek's arm, but he doesn't draw his hand away. "You don't remember what happened?"
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Date: 2018-06-30 12:23 am (UTC)Barry blinks. "That's everything." He pushes a hand between them and watches it vibrate, and God, he's never been so relieved to watch a part of himself blur. "You got whatever did it, didn't you?" he asks. "Some kind of power dampener?"
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Date: 2018-07-01 06:11 am (UTC)"Not exactly," he says, reaching forward to take the beer bottle from Barry's other hand since he seems to have forgotten he was holding it. He takes a sip and reaches out to grip Barry's knee. "You wished you could enjoy a beer."
He leans forward and sets the bottle on the coffee table, wincing a bit when Jinx jumps on his shoulder before hopping to the floor. Elvis hisses somewhere nearby, and Derek rolls his eyes as he leans back against the sofa again, looking at Barry with fond amusement. "And Darrow, in typical bullshit Darrow fashion, decided to grant it."
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Date: 2018-07-01 07:45 pm (UTC)He stabs his finger down at his bandage and then winces, because he definitely remembers how the blade had felt going in. "I can't enjoy what I don't remember," he mutters, deflating a little. He's healing, but not at the rate Derek can, and his middle will be tender for a while yet. "Darrow is. A jerk," he finishes lamely.
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Date: 2018-07-02 10:06 pm (UTC)“It was no picnic for me either,” he breathes out, trying to keep his voice from shaking. He’s not sure that he’s ever been so scared, at the very least not since he came to Darrow, and he puts his hand on Barry’s stomach to draw out any pain. “Let’s just stay that I understand more why you yelled at me when I got stabbed, and how about we promise to try to never get stabbed again.”
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Date: 2018-07-03 08:26 pm (UTC)Barry breathes out. He should modify his training in case this happens again, but he doesn't know where to begin. "Maybe I should take some martial arts classes," he says. "So I can defend myself if it happens again in the field."
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Date: 2018-07-06 06:29 am (UTC)Derek can smell Barry's fear and anxiety, and he wishes that there was something he could do to make it better. He sits back a little and lifts their hands to press a kiss to Barry's knuckles, tilting his head a little as he looks at him. "It couldn't hurt. I'll do it with you. If it could happen to you, it could happen to me."
Just the thought of the wolf being ripped out of him makes him seize up in panic, eyes briefly flaring red as he swallows hard.
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Date: 2018-07-10 05:23 am (UTC)"Judo. It's called the Gentle Way for a reason. You don't hurt people, you just use their violence to counter them so nobody gets hurt at all!"