For: @ruairimcallisterx·
TIme: 5 days after the attack
The past few days of recovery hadn’t been easy for Joseph. After being rushed to the hospital, barely concious, he’d spent 2 days in the hospital before finally returning home. The neck wound was healing nicely, but it was what had been tore open inside of him that refused to heal. He’d witnessed things he had never, ever thought he would. The memories kept him up at night - the screams echoing against the walls and the throbbing pain of his neck. The bloodshed and violence. If he did sleep, it was only to wake up in a sweat, clawing for his back pocket to grab a pen that didn’t exist.
Joseph came to the decision that he couldn’t sit at home anymore and do nothing. It wasn’t helping him to pace the apartment and sit on his hands. Instead, he formed a plan. He reached out to the coven members and tried to get the information for most of the other individuals that had been trapped inside. Some had been harder than others, and some he didn’t necessarily want to see. There was no need to relive the trauma that many of them brought. But there were names on there that he needed to see. He remembered Ruairi. He remembered the injuries he sustained, and what kind of doctor would he be if he just let that go and didn’t check on him?
So here he stood now, at Ruairi’s doorstep, with his heart racing in his chest. He had been standing there for 4 minutes already, focusing on his deep breathing and slowing his heart. Finally, he reached out and knocked on the door.
After the dreaded Valentine's Day fight in the castle, Ruairi had spent a couple days in the hospital, mostly just for monitoring. He had broken some ribs so they wanted to make sure those were set before they would allow him to go home. Ruairi didn't find it all that necessary but he understood so he didn't say much. Luckily for him, he had Lark there so it made the stay far better than he could have hoped. However, the whole thought of everything that had happened was always sitting so heavily on his mind that sleeping was just...difficult.
Not mention sleeping on one side of his face was totally off limits due to the large gash on the side of his face was currently peppered with stitches to keep it together.
When he was finally able to go home, he was directed to be on bedrest and Ruairi agreed. Lark, being the sweetheart that he was, already told him that he didn't have to do anything besides exist. So for the first few days, Lark just did everything he could for Ruairi. The only thing he did by himself was go to the bathroom and shower. Even then, the shower was on tight watch by Lark. The guilt for everything that happened was overwhelming from his lover (for really no reason, honestly). It wasn't his fault anything had happened.
This afternoon, Lark had some work to do at his restaurant so he would be gone for a few hours. Hearing a knock on his door, his brow quirked and he slowly pushed himself from the couch, making his way over there. With a soft smile, he opened the door, half expecting to see Lark there, assuming he forgot his key, but instead, he saw a pretty familiar face to him now. "Oh...hey t'ere." He said, his brows furrowing, "You were uh--" He didn't know his name but he recongized him, "Come on in." Ruairi stepped aside, "Can I get you somet'ing to drink?" He asked, slowly moving into his kitchen. "I am going to admit...I don't know your name." He said a bit sheepishly, "How have...you been?"