You're Never Too Old to Rock n' Roll [Closed]

[beenwaitinglong]

Who: Mia Fey and Diego Armando
When: Backdated to the week after ~*TIME SHENANIGANS*~
Where: Skye Medical Center
Summary: Going a week without his medication lands Diego in the hospital again. And he's just thrilled. Mia runs damage control.
Warning: Diego's pissy mood.



[Diego's naps are rare, as he absolutely hates being so tired that there's nothing else to do but fall asleep. However, they're the only mercy that the hospital staff can expect to receive from him-- a short break from the grumbling and bitching that they have by now come to dread from the lawyer. Especially while his fiancee is out.

In fact, one nurse had gotten so sick of it that she swapped out his coffee for decaf. He noticed, of course, and complained even worse, but shitty decaf coffee was better than no coffee at all, even if it didn't counteract the effects of the drugs that made him sleepy.

(That was the other thing- putting that goddamn Void in the room just made all of this worse, and he wouldn't even need all these stupid machines if they'd just let his powers work...)

Whatever the case, he's asleep when Mia returns from her errands, though only just.]

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[chiefdefense]

[She laughs, wishing with a pang she could see how he looks beneath that mask at this moment.]

You're not having second thoughts now are you?

[She lets her flippancy drop, covers his hand with hers and brushes her thumb over the silver band on his finger. She'd given it to him so many years ago, only now it had a new place on the ring finger of his left hand.]

I'm sure. I love you Diego and I want to marry you, I realised last week that anything can happen in this place and I don't want to miss marrying you because I was waiting for everything to be perfect.

[Perfect would be having Maya walk beside her to give her away, to have Pearl in an adorable dress with flowers in her hair and blushing happily at everything, but while Mia hasn't given up hope she'll see her sister again, she knows it's a hope that gets less likely every day.]

Maya... you know that Maya'd tell us that we've spent enough time waiting to do this.

[beenwaitinglong]

No. No, I'm not. And Maya would be right. But...

[He turns his hand over to touch hers, clasping it with his other one-- the one on an arm strapped down by IVs and tubes and wires all up and down it.]

But I want everything to be perfect for you. I want to be perfect for you. After last week...

[His meaning was subtle, but Mia would probably be able to guess. I'm not.]

This is me, Mia. This body in this bed. This is how it's going to be someday. When you tie yourself to me...

[This is what you'll get, he doesn't say.]

I can't help but feel like you're getting the short end of the deal.

[chiefdefense]

Diego, you're marrying a dead woman. Your end of the deal isn't a picnic either.

[She hates to think of herself like that, but right now she doesn't want him seeing himself as useless baggage. Neither of them are perfect, not at all.]

Neither of us are exactly likely candidates for a dream wedding, but here we are. Here I am, I'm not put off by a hospital, or IVs or heart monitors. I can handle that, and maybe one day far in the future I'll have to pick myself up off the floor and handle worse, but what I can't handle is the thought that I might wake up one day and realise that I let you slip through my fingers because I was holding out for a fairy tale.

[Her fingers tighten over his.]

I died waiting for you, I'm not letting you go again no matter how bad things get.

[beenwaitinglong]

Don't say that.

[He doesn't want or need the reminder. Sometimes he still wakes up from a light sleep and reaches beside him to make sure that she's real and there and alive. It's a habit he wishes he could get over sooner rather than later.

But she does have a point. The two of them do make quite a pair. The odds are with them now, for once, miraculously, and they're not going to last this way forever.

He goes quiet, holding her hand tightly in both of his and staring down at the tubes piercing into his arm and held in by tape.]

You're right.

I don't want to waste time when I don't know how long it will last.

[He's learned to never take a moment for granted, because a moment was all it took for his life to fall apart around him and within him.]

March 2nd, you think?

[chiefdefense]

I think so, unless you think we need more time to get everything together. I mean, we don't need anything too huge, we don't need fireworks or the whole city. Just us and the people who matter the most, maybe a party afterwards too.

[She laughs and rests her forehead against his; the mask gets in the way but she doesn't mind.]

And you better believe we're having a coffee cake.

[beenwaitinglong]

[He's careful not to bump her face with the visor, grinning back at her.]

I'm starting to like this idea more and more.

What are we waiting for, anyway?

[chiefdefense]

For you to get better, which means no complaining when you're told to get some rest or snapping at the nurses.

[She kisses the tip of his nose, a playful gesture to highlight that she's not being too stern with that quid pro quo.]

Anyway, it's going to take us a little time to get things together.