sirenspull_logs | this needs to stop happening

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this needs to stop happening

Who: Gilbert Nightray & whoever wants to visit
When: afternoon of the 17th
Where: Skye Medical
Summary: Xigbar's creepy monster dog-thing messed him up good for his part in the newcomer hunt raid. He never saw it coming.
Warnings: slight spoilers for PH, mentions of blood and injury

Gil has been overcome by the darkness a few times in the last few years. For the most part, every time he's gotten out of the situation with scratches and bruises, a couple larger wounds, a bullet wound once. But this time had been different. This time the monster seemed far more interested in hurting him; in killing him. And it was quick enough to do damage while he floundered through attempting to use Raven and failing, miserably. The familiar pain in his left hand told him that he was putting too much strain on the Hatter and B Rabbit's seals, and he'd hesitated as he'd been struck.

Again. And again.

If he'd been conscious, he would have told whoever transported him to take him home. If the Core reacted the same way that it did last time, he'd be healed in no time. A day or two, and he wouldn't have to waste time away from his master in the meanwhile. But he stays asleep during the pick up, transport, and the initial check-in to the hospital. He doesn't wake until halfway through the day, several ribs shattered, a wrist and ankle broken, a concussion, bruises and cuts and gashes up his neck and across his chest and legs.

And every single one of those injuries is healing, slowly but surely, without anyone needing to lift a finger to help him.

Crap.

His eyes snap open at the sound of familiar, rhythmic beeping. That's all it takes for him to realize where he's ended up, the memory of this morning rushing back all at once. Crap, crap, crap! Not good!

He doesn't bother to check if anyone else is in the room first before throwing back the blanket and attempting to run as fast as his healing feet will take him, no matter how many wires and tubes are currently attached to him. Stop him, egg him on, catch the aftermath upon failure. He'll be here for a couple of days.

[ooc - have at it, visitors. also I'm still sick, so tags will probably continue to be slow, but I promise I'll get to them all! thank you for putting up with me!]

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Good luck with that because Oz is perched over him and currently in the process of tying Gil to the bed. Fear not however! He brought his own rope.

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"Good evening, Gil!"

He smiles cheerfully and keeps on tying those notes and straddling Gil's ever wounded body. If he can't keep Gil down when he's healthy, well... he'll just have to make sure he stays down and out for the count while he's wounded, broken ribs or no!

"Eh - "

It takes him a second to comprehend what he's seeing. Oz. The ceiling of the hospital room. Oz again. A length of...rope? Rope tied by Oz? Yes...yes, that's exactly what it looks like. He gasps in with all intention of yelling at the young man, but given that he's sitting on a rather painful cut, his works are cut off with a weakened gasp as his head falls back down and lands on the pillow. Mission successful, Oz.

"Y-young master...?!"

Oz grins even more cheerfully as he tugs on that one last knot and leans over, resting his chin on his hands, elbows on Gil's chest.

"Yes Gil?"

"Why..."

Why this?! He groans again and shuts his eyes. It's probably too late to make excuses for this, huh?

He stifles a laugh and rolls off Gil's chest, hopping to floor with grace and youth and health. "Because you can't leave until the doctor's tell you to!" And how else is Oz supposed to keep Gil from smoking in the lavatory?

Oh no, are his cigarettes close? The minute he discovers that, he'll start playing dirtier. He gives a small "oof!" as Oz rolls off of him, takes a moment to regain the air in his aching lungs properly before speaking.

"Tell them - I can leave. It's fine, I shouldn't be here like this."

Oz firmly plops himself down in the chair next to the bed, looking smug and pleased ~~and in full possession of those cigarettes~~.

"The doctor said you have to stay at least for a week. You could have darkness poisoning!" That's a lie. It's just overnight for observation. Maybe two. Oz doesn't really want the doctors to notice Gil's super fast regenerating abilities if he can help it.

He still falls for it, because he falls for every lie that Oz tells when it comes to his own personal well-being. And because for any other person, it would probably be true.

"No, I can't wait that long. There's too much to do...and darkness poisoning sort of sounds fake."

He line faces, not because Gil wants to leave, but rather because he's ruining all of Oz's fun. Who gave Gil permission to think?

"Why not? The bakery is being taken care of, we have other servants at Phamtomhive and you were stupid enough to walk outside in the middle of the night anyway. Isn't that what you told me not to do?"

He says that last bit oh so sweetly as he perches on the edge of his chair, kicking his heels. He may not have much authority in Sirens Pull as a 15 year old boy, but he can certainly make Gil's life a living hell!

"That was different!" he snaps back instantly, defensively. He's capable of taking care of himself! Most of the time, at least. This is nothing more than an unfair fluke! Definitely!

"How? What were you even doing out there anyway?" Give him one good reason to believe it's actually different and perhaps Oz will refrain from sneaking out of the house.

Or just take Jack with him.

Or Oswald for that matter. There's any number of people he's sure he could convince to be his bodyguard for a day or an evening. Just not Gil. Because he's a stick in the mud (and considering Oz just mentioned Oswald, that's saying something).

"I was on the way to work. Needed to start early."

He doesn't offer a reasoning behind it, because really, what reasoning would make it better? What matters is that he messed up, and now he's stuck here until the Core fixes his body again and he can get back to normal things that make sense.

He's not buying it. "Isn't that why you have the bakers stay overnight? There couldn't be anything you needed to do first thing in the morning like that, right?"

Just face it, Oz was worried and he nearly had a heart attack when he felt the power of B-Rabbit rush through him again. He never, ever wants to wake up like that again. He cares too much now.

"There's fewer hours of daylight in the winter, but things still need to be done..."

He lulls his head to the other side, giving Oz a better look at the bandage on the side of his neck. A bandage that he won't even need much longer, but remains for show. His existence here has become little more than a series of smoke and mirrors, he's starting to feel.

He frowns, staring at that bandage and everything it represented. Earlier this morning, he nearly lost an irreplaceable servant.

He could hardly sit idly by for that.

"Then you'll just have to take me with you next time. That shouldn't be a problem, right Gil?"

He winces, and for the first time he looks like he's in genuine pain.

"I won't willingly put you in harm..."

Nope. Nope, Oz isn't backing down on this one. "Then stop putting yourself in harm's way and I won't need to worry. At least take the car next time." Which means Gil will have to take Reim...

Wait, that might be worse.

"Until now I've been fine!"

See, it's just a fluke! He does this all the time...

... "So you've done this before?"

Gil, Gil, that's not the point. The point is simply that it can't happen again, regardless of the frequency.

"...I've been here for two and a half years now."

He answers, mostly muttered under his breath.

"If I'd never learned how to navigate the darkness, I wouldn't have survived that long."

"Then you'll just have to teach me how to do the same otherwise you're not getting out of this room until you do."

And Oz isn't doubting that Gil knows how to defend himself. He's doubting Gilbert's decision to risk it at all. Gilbert was his servant. Oz was supposed to protect him!

In this, Oz just had to protect him from himself.

He stares across the room in silence. Back home, Oz had told him that he was finally strong enough to fight at his side, and Gilbert had allowed it. He'd allowed it, and Oz had proven himself to be that much stronger in a fight, but...

There's still something holding him back. Fear. Fear that he'll have to watch Oz struck down someday, that he'll take a risk that costs him something important.

Or maybe I'm only afraid for myself...that I'll have no reason to go on after he's gone again. Selfish...

He swallows and ends up coughing before replying.

"If that's what you want, I..."

His heart clenched, nearly toppling Oz off the bed with the suddenness of the silence that followed Gil's words.

Of course it's what he wanted, but to have Gil agree so readily could only mean one thing. What happened last night must have been so bad, so terrible that even Gil wasn't sure he could make it alone.

Shifting, taking a deep breath, Oz stared straight at Gil and answered. "Of course it's what I want." Unflinchingly, unquestioningly, he'll protect you.

Back home, eventually, Oz will say to Gilbert, I'm glad that I can finally fight at your side and Gil will have to accept it as an absolute. But Oz hasn't seen this yet, and all this time, Gil has meant to keep him ignorant to the future, but what he hasn't taken into account is that the future will come one way or the other, no matter what trouble he sees.

He isn't sure if he should be grateful or depressed by it.

So he just continues staring across the room at the wall instead, stress induced tears forming in his eyes.

Huh?

Wait...

Why is there crying? Was it really so horrible? So unbearably loathsome to have Oz fighting at Gil's side that it was worth shedding a tear? He knew that look. It wasn't happiness.

Shifting, Oz leaned forward and flicked Gil in the head. "Enough of that. I already said you could leave." He knows that's not what Gil's problem is, but a promise is a promise. At least this time it is.

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I do not have an appropriate icon for this :(

young masterrrrr

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