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xmenfirstkink2011-12-18 05:18 pm
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round 3 overflow post
This post is for Round 3 fills only. We ask that when a round hits 8500 comments, fillers begin moving their fills to this post.
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Prompt: http://xmen-firstkink.livejournal.com/6437.html?thread=1038472#t2038174
Charles/Erik -- Charles is a bakery owner whose most frequent customer is Erik.
Fill: http://xmen-firstkink.livejournal.com/6437.html?thread=0139482#t4502942
Charles started off the morning the same way he always did...
Fill: Into His Arms pt. 19
“I'll go check,” the nurse said and closed the door.
Moira shifted and leaned back. Now that the situation was calming down, she realized how tired she was. The chairs weren't that comfortable and her back hurt.
"Should I get you some juice from the vending machine?" Raven asked and everyone turned to look at her. She blushed. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that."
Charles frowned slightly, staring intently at her. She smacked his arm and blushed deeper. "Stop that."
Moira looked at Erik who shrugged. He didn't know what she meant either.
"What kind of juice she likes?" Charles asked.
"Orange," she answered without thinking and Charles smirked.
Moira didn't know what she would've said next, if the Doctor Grayson hadn't come in. She held bunch of folders under her arm, glasses hanging on a chain around her neck. First she looked at the monitor and the IV-drip, before glancing everyone gathered in the room and then Erik.
“Nurse said you want to take a nap. With you, I suppose?” she asked, nodding at Charles. “That's good. Have you ever done this before?”
“Once or twice, to help friends,” Charles said. “Not in a hospital.”
“There isn't much difference, just mind the machinery and keep physical contact to a minimum. No leaning your weight against him, no wrapping your arms or legs around his because if he has another episode, you have to get out of the way quickly.”
“I understand,” Charles said.
“I don't want to sleep with this thing,” Erik said. “Can't you take it off for a while? I'll behave, I promise.”
Doctor Grayson went to Erik's bedside and dropped the files on the night stand to checked the cords running from his chest to the monitor. She turned his arm to see the state of IV and nodded.
"How are you feeling?"
"Fine," Erik said.
"No pain? No shortness of breath?"
"No."
"I would rather have you stay hooked on the monitor, but if you insist, I'll allow half an hour nap without it,” she said and looked at Moira. “With the condition that you won't leave him alone, the nurse checks in every five minutes, and the first sign of anything, and I do mean anything, you press the emergency button. Clear?"
"Yes, of course," Moira said.
The doctor closed the monitor and removed the cords from his skin, leaving them bundled on the night table.
“And it's better be a proper nap too,” she said, directing her words to everyone. “No thirty minutes of chitchatting. And everyone keeps their hands to themselves. Sleep, that's it.”
Erik nodded, scooting on the side so there was some room at the other edge. Charles took off his jacket and handed it to Raven. He kicked off his shoes before getting closer to the bed. He hesitated for a moment, but Doctor Grayson ushered him on and he sat down on the bed, lifting his feet up and laid down, arms wrapped around himself so he took as small of a space as possible. Sharp bleeping broke the silence and the doctor took a pager from her pocket and glanced at it.
"I have to go, but nurse will stop by soon," she said. "And nothing upsetting now, understood?" She threw one firm glance at everyone before leaving.
Raven folded Charles' jacket on a neat square and held it in her lap, sliding to sit on the floor. There was two other chairs in the corner, but either she didn't see them, or she didn't want to use them. Moira didn't comment on that. It wasn't her place. Instead she turned her attention back to Erik, who laid there quietly, staring up at the ceiling. He had that particular blank look about him, which meant that he was either mad or confused and tried hard to hide it.
Charles kept stealing little glances at him from the corner of his eye, twitching like he wanted to say something but pulled back at the last minute. Moira leaned to pick up her book bag from the floor. She dug up her notes and started to read, or at least pretended to. She couldn't keep her mind focused on it longer than few seconds, but it helped to fight the impulse to fill the silence with talking.