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In my main verse/main AU, Nigel was shot at the end of Charlie Countryman, but due to some fluke of luck, the bullet entered at just an odd-enough angle that he survived and was taken to the hospital.  Taking his failed suicide-by-cop as some kind of sign, he got the hell out of Romania as soon as the hospital would release him and moved to America.  He has a bullet scar on his forehead, which he usually hides with his bangs, and he suffers, as a result of the head trauma, from semi-frequent migraines and dizzy spells, which vary in intensity but are often debilitating.

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Nigel had never been so scared in his life.  He’d thought the part of his life that involved guns and adrenaline and blood was over  --  Left behind in Romania.  He’d stayed, since coming to California, on the mostly-straight and relatively-narrow.  He’d wanted to start over.  And, then, he’d wanted to be better.  For Adam, for his starlight.

But, somehow, a piece of his past had caught up to him.  Worse than that, it had actually HARMED ADAM.  And for that, no matter what happened, Nigel was never going to forgive himself.

Nigel, I’m scared, Adam whimpers, and whatever shriveled pieces of Nigel’s heart that the little spaceman has managed to glue back together shatter anew.

❝ That’s okay, sweetheart, ❞  Nigel chokes out, gathering Adam up into his arms, cradling him against his chest like a baby.  ❝ You’re allowed to be scared.  But you can’t go to sleep, okay ? ❞   With one hand, he wipes the tears from his boyfriend’s precious, beloved face, feeling utterly useless.  ❝ The ambulance is on its way, you just have to hold on until then.  I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.  Just look at me, darling, stay with me. ❞ 

▌╳ ┆❝   cont. with @zvaigzde

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No, Charlie, not fucking  ❝ was, ❞  fucking  ❝ is, ❞  fucking meaning I currently fucking am,  '𝐓𝐈𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐎 𝐔𝐒 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓    ||  As rehabilitated by Sunshine, sideblog to fawndied

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▌╳ ┆❝  zvaigzde​ :

“It’s A Brief History of Time by Stephen Hawking.” Adam replies. “What’s your name?” He asks, tilting his head to the side in curiosity.

❝ Oh, I’ve heard of him, ❞  Nigel replies,  ❝ That’s the fucker in the wheelchair who invented time or whatever, right ? ❞  He watches Adam with a sort of bemused curiosity.  ❝ Well, darling, you can feel free to call me whatever you like, but my name is Nigel. ❞    

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▌╳ ┆❝ zvaigzde​ :​

            “M-My name is Adam.” He replies with, clutching the book he’d been reading to his chest. He looks anywhere that isn’t the other man’s eyes.

❝ And you’re gorgeous, ❞  He shrugs, leaning against the wall to observe the younger man.  ❝ What’s that you’re reading, then, Adam ? ❞ 

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❝ Hello, gorgeous. ❞ 

▌╳ ┆❝  @zvaigzde​