⬆️ Is this guy bothering you? ⬆️ @steviea - Tumblr Blog

Fuck.. uh.. are you okay..?? I almost ran you over.. aha, sorry about that, by the way.

[he stares for a moment, processing]

Doc ttor . Tthat s fine , I lov e geeting run ov err . No t a p pro bllem .

[despite their want, their need to run and run as far and as hard as it can, he stays frozen. A true deer in headlights.]

Uh. Yeah. Okay. What exactly are-..What are you doing wandering the streets..? Uh, did you need some fresh air or something..?

....

Yes . F fressh airr is. all I need , jusst ta king a nnice stroll f or ssome air . Inndu bbidabbllyyy .

[they flash an awkward, almost unsettling smile in attempts to sell the lie. He stands stiffly, staring, nervously flexing his hands and fingers]

It’s a bit late for fresh air don’t you think.. haha.. why don’t you like, come back to the hospital with me? I’ll give you a ride.. security is still looking for you.. and it’s like, not super chill. We had to call the police.. not so fun aha. You can’t just leave and not tell anyone.. obviously.. that’s why we called the police.

Ohh ! Law e nforccemennt ? Yay . I must t t thank yyou for the conc cern h howe ver I am jus st righgt danndy . Well ! Wi ith thhat ssettle dd I besst be on mmy w ayy . Goodbbye!

[after a curt nod and a cartoonish wave, they quit the exaggerated smile and try to hobble off quickly, hands clutched to his sides to try and hide its trembling]

With a groan, Stevie hops out of the car, slamming the door shut. It isn’t particularly hard to catch up to them, and it’s genuinely shocking that security managed to let this person..? Creature? Whatever it is? Run off.

Look.. uh.. is there anyone I can at least help you call..? Even your friend.. the one who didn’t seem to fuck with me..? If you keep wandering.. you’re just going to get run over.. you’re going to end up back in emergency.

[he can't help the blush on their face hearing Zosimos being referred to as his "friend." They hardly know each other now, debatable if they ever really have.]

Hhe s not myy f ffriend ! Jusst th e only nummber I c ould thhink of .

I i' ll be sure to st ay on the si dewa lk nexxt timee .. I ve w alked at nnight alone beefore , I rrat her enjoyy it , act uually . Niice c risp breeze .

I tried.. aha.. yeah. Alright then. Fuck this then.. I’m going to have to call work then- Oh. Uh. Enjoy your stroll I guess. Don’t uh.. don’t get run over.. even if you think it’s like, really fun.. haha. Doctors orders.

.......

Um . No one will ccome lo oking for me , though , rigght ? No cops or seccu rity ?

Uh.. probably will. I’ll have to report that I’ve like, seen you since you’re considered missing. Duty of care, all that lame and fucking boring doctor stuff. I’m off the clock though.. haha, after I ring, I’m gonna go home and go back to being cool as fuck again.

[they turn fully towards her now, fear creeping across his face, heart picking up pace, red veins.. squirming, almost. It's slight but gives an unnerving air to him anyway.]

P pleease . Yyou knnow right wher e I am . I I i . I donn t --- I can tt go b acck . I ww ill go anywhere th hat isnn tt theere e . Pplle aase ...

Uh. Well, I guess if you can find someone with decision making capabilities over you, I can probably just call work and tell them like, you went with them and you’re safe. I can lend you my phone, just ring like a family member.

Yes . Ffam ily . What fa mily do I ha ve . Uh , tthank you .

[it takes the phone offered into shaking hands and clumsily dials half-remembered numbers: Hey! You're dialing Ophelia Whittaker! You caught me at a bad time but I'll be sure to hit you bac--

Okay, that's fine, it is late, uhh

Well, hello! This is Zay Gallagher, coolest in the galax--

Fine.

HA! Who calls anymore?! Fuckin' LOSER..... Unless you're my doctor, then leave a mes--

Okay. No one's answering.

He hands the borrowed phone back and can't stop from wondering]

Uh h noone picck ed up , I uh , left a couple voiice mails but .

But um m . It is kKinda far f rom my ap partmmennt and uh ,

I hate th hat im askinng you u this , I don t . Know why I m askking but woul d itt be allrighgt if I .. recooped at maybe yoour re sside nce ?

Standing there, she can’t help but feel bad for them, sympathy in the same way you’d feel for an injured stray who just keeps trying to fight against any help you provide them. She can’t help but wonder if she’s actually allowed to do this.. surely it’s gotta cross some ethical boundary.. right? Something about privacy.. maybe.. but what’s the other option? Try to drag them back? Watch them get run over? Fuck.. maybe paying attention in class would’ve been a good idea. She certainly doesn’t count as next of kin or someone that could make the decision for them to stay out of the hospital. Uh.. yeah.. okay, fine. Hop in my backseat. I’m going to go through drive through, grab a coffee and some dinner.. it’s too late for this haha.. I’m so fucking tired. I’m gonna get fucked up on the biggest nap you’ve ever seen when we get home. Let’s hope someone calls back soon. If not, you can wait at my place ‘till I work out a plan for what to do with you.

[he's still trembling, eyes still wide, but it seems more.. focused, less frantic, less in need of running into traffic. She actually said yes? Why? It's kind, it's generous, but God who would be kind and generous to a creep like them?]

......

Ii . apPrerec iatte tthis . .

[he opens his mouth to say more but nothing comes out. They scurry to the car door and get in the back as instructed. It settles into the vintage leather seats as comfortably as they can and watches as Stevie starts the car. It always hated the sound and rumble of old engines]

It’s chill. Don’t worry about it. Oh. Uh. I’ll have to call work, tell them you’re safe and with someone. But I can like, wait ‘till we get back to my place to do that.. if you don’t want to like, overhear it.

I d rratherr no t heear it , tthhank you .

Y ou havve a niice car , commf ortabble seats .

Haha, thanks. This thing is pretty old, I inherited it off my dad.. it’s a 1983 model, so that’s gotta be like, uhhhhhh, 40 something years old now. Something like that. It’s too late to be doing maths haha.

Oh. Uh. I’m gonna be stopping through a drive through in a sec, do you want like, anything to eat?

co uldd I get a douu blle cheese buurger and a large coke ? May be some fries .....

Hmm ... I thinnk m y ddad s old truc k was an '83 forrd .. whh at memoor ies .

Yeah. Sure. That’s like, super chill.

Pulling up to the speaker, Stevie breaks and leans out of the window, reciting off their order.

Oh and uh, can I get like, a large cup full of just straight shots of coffee, no water, just like straight coffee. Yeah.. haha. No sugar.

The lady over the speaker sounds annoyed, almost as if this isn’t the first time Stevie’s asked for this.

[Neoptolemus almost snickers overhearing her strange order. Almost]

Do y ou plan tt o stayy up p all nighht ? Or do you j jusst re eally lik e drr ivethrouhgh coffee ?

Uh.. no. Aha, this place has the worst fucking coffee I’ve ever tasted. I just need something with enough caffeine to keep me up for the next half an hour so I don’t crash.. aha, that’d suck if I did that.. obviously. Don’t ever go into night shift work.. it’s not worth it.

Pulling up to the next window, she grabs their order and gives the worker thank you. After fishing her stuff out, she throws the takeout bag somewhere into the backseat, and hands her stowaway their drink.

[Neoptolemus takes their drink and mutters another broken, "thanks" before tearing into the bag with all the abandon of a starved animal.

Whatever is claiming Neoptolemus as its own vessel seems to have calmed for now, if only enough to enjoy a meal for a while.]

While her stowaway is distracted with their food, she turns up the radio, and continues sipping on her drink as she drives home.

About twenty minutes later, her drink is finished and the car pulls into the driveway. At this point, Stevie barely looks like she can keep her eyes open.

We’re.. here.

[finished with their food he stares blankly at his lap for the rest of the ride. It feels the car slow before he hears her. Neoptolemus looks out the window to see a quaint neighborhood and older house with intricate trim all around it. It's.... Nice, actually.]

Hm ? Oh , ye ah .

[he gathers their trash and clambers from the car]

Feel free to drop your stuff anywhere.. I’ll go grab some blankets and we’ll go get you set up on the couch. Oh. And. If you hear any bumps in the night.. don’t worry about it aha.. it’s just Baxter. He’s blind. And fat. And stupid.

w ell , me andd baxTer hav somme thi ings in common , then .

Sshame anim als don t tend to ll ike me veery much , heh heh .

[he sets themself on the couch, not as bad as they feared it'd be, but it's still gonna be like sleeping on a couch.

It wonders if Zay will notice their absence... probably not, he tends to wander the night on complete autopilot, nothing missed, nothing noticed. This is so stupid-- a painfully simple way to put it but it's all they can think of. Getting caught by the neighbor, "running" from the hospital, staying with a total stranger... *Sigh* it's fine. It's only somewhere to weather the night. What is wrong with him?]

If you’re all set up then, I’ll uh, go make that phone call and.. head off the sleep. If you need anything, I’m in the bedroom at the very end.. if you go into the bedroom with no furniture or no Stevie sleeping in it, you’ve gone to the wrong room, aha. Obviously.

#reblogs #neoptolemus

Fuck.. uh.. are you okay..?? I almost ran you over.. aha, sorry about that, by the way.

[he stares for a moment, processing]

Doc ttor . Tthat s fine , I lov e geeting run ov err . No t a p pro bllem .

[despite their want, their need to run and run as far and as hard as it can, he stays frozen. A true deer in headlights.]

Uh. Yeah. Okay. What exactly are-..What are you doing wandering the streets..? Uh, did you need some fresh air or something..?

....

Yes . F fressh airr is. all I need , jusst ta king a nnice stroll f or ssome air . Inndu bbidabbllyyy .

[they flash an awkward, almost unsettling smile in attempts to sell the lie. He stands stiffly, staring, nervously flexing his hands and fingers]

It’s a bit late for fresh air don’t you think.. haha.. why don’t you like, come back to the hospital with me? I’ll give you a ride.. security is still looking for you.. and it’s like, not super chill. We had to call the police.. not so fun aha. You can’t just leave and not tell anyone.. obviously.. that’s why we called the police.

Ohh ! Law e nforccemennt ? Yay . I must t t thank yyou for the conc cern h howe ver I am jus st righgt danndy . Well ! Wi ith thhat ssettle dd I besst be on mmy w ayy . Goodbbye!

[after a curt nod and a cartoonish wave, they quit the exaggerated smile and try to hobble off quickly, hands clutched to his sides to try and hide its trembling]

With a groan, Stevie hops out of the car, slamming the door shut. It isn’t particularly hard to catch up to them, and it’s genuinely shocking that security managed to let this person..? Creature? Whatever it is? Run off.

Look.. uh.. is there anyone I can at least help you call..? Even your friend.. the one who didn’t seem to fuck with me..? If you keep wandering.. you’re just going to get run over.. you’re going to end up back in emergency.

[he can't help the blush on their face hearing Zosimos being referred to as his "friend." They hardly know each other now, debatable if they ever really have.]

Hhe s not myy f ffriend ! Jusst th e only nummber I c ould thhink of .

I i' ll be sure to st ay on the si dewa lk nexxt timee .. I ve w alked at nnight alone beefore , I rrat her enjoyy it , act uually . Niice c risp breeze .

I tried.. aha.. yeah. Alright then. Fuck this then.. I’m going to have to call work then- Oh. Uh. Enjoy your stroll I guess. Don’t uh.. don’t get run over.. even if you think it’s like, really fun.. haha. Doctors orders.

.......

Um . No one will ccome lo oking for me , though , rigght ? No cops or seccu rity ?

Uh.. probably will. I’ll have to report that I’ve like, seen you since you’re considered missing. Duty of care, all that lame and fucking boring doctor stuff. I’m off the clock though.. haha, after I ring, I’m gonna go home and go back to being cool as fuck again.

[they turn fully towards her now, fear creeping across his face, heart picking up pace, red veins.. squirming, almost. It's slight but gives an unnerving air to him anyway.]

P pleease . Yyou knnow right wher e I am . I I i . I donn t --- I can tt go b acck . I ww ill go anywhere th hat isnn tt theere e . Pplle aase ...

Uh. Well, I guess if you can find someone with decision making capabilities over you, I can probably just call work and tell them like, you went with them and you’re safe. I can lend you my phone, just ring like a family member.

Yes . Ffam ily . What fa mily do I ha ve . Uh , tthank you .

[it takes the phone offered into shaking hands and clumsily dials half-remembered numbers: Hey! You're dialing Ophelia Whittaker! You caught me at a bad time but I'll be sure to hit you bac--

Okay, that's fine, it is late, uhh

Well, hello! This is Zay Gallagher, coolest in the galax--

Fine.

HA! Who calls anymore?! Fuckin' LOSER..... Unless you're my doctor, then leave a mes--

Okay. No one's answering.

He hands the borrowed phone back and can't stop from wondering]

Uh h noone picck ed up , I uh , left a couple voiice mails but .

But um m . It is kKinda far f rom my ap partmmennt and uh ,

I hate th hat im askinng you u this , I don t . Know why I m askking but woul d itt be allrighgt if I .. recooped at maybe yoour re sside nce ?

Standing there, she can’t help but feel bad for them, sympathy in the same way you’d feel for an injured stray who just keeps trying to fight against any help you provide them. She can’t help but wonder if she’s actually allowed to do this.. surely it’s gotta cross some ethical boundary.. right? Something about privacy.. maybe.. but what’s the other option? Try to drag them back? Watch them get run over? Fuck.. maybe paying attention in class would’ve been a good idea. She certainly doesn’t count as next of kin or someone that could make the decision for them to stay out of the hospital. Uh.. yeah.. okay, fine. Hop in my backseat. I’m going to go through drive through, grab a coffee and some dinner.. it’s too late for this haha.. I’m so fucking tired. I’m gonna get fucked up on the biggest nap you’ve ever seen when we get home. Let’s hope someone calls back soon. If not, you can wait at my place ‘till I work out a plan for what to do with you.

[he's still trembling, eyes still wide, but it seems more.. focused, less frantic, less in need of running into traffic. She actually said yes? Why? It's kind, it's generous, but God who would be kind and generous to a creep like them?]

......

Ii . apPrerec iatte tthis . .

[he opens his mouth to say more but nothing comes out. They scurry to the car door and get in the back as instructed. It settles into the vintage leather seats as comfortably as they can and watches as Stevie starts the car. It always hated the sound and rumble of old engines]

It’s chill. Don’t worry about it. Oh. Uh. I’ll have to call work, tell them you’re safe and with someone. But I can like, wait ‘till we get back to my place to do that.. if you don’t want to like, overhear it.

I d rratherr no t heear it , tthhank you .

Y ou havve a niice car , commf ortabble seats .

Haha, thanks. This thing is pretty old, I inherited it off my dad.. it’s a 1983 model, so that’s gotta be like, uhhhhhh, 40 something years old now. Something like that. It’s too late to be doing maths haha.

Oh. Uh. I’m gonna be stopping through a drive through in a sec, do you want like, anything to eat?

co uldd I get a douu blle cheese buurger and a large coke ? May be some fries .....

Hmm ... I thinnk m y ddad s old truc k was an '83 forrd .. whh at memoor ies .

Yeah. Sure. That’s like, super chill.

Pulling up to the speaker, Stevie breaks and leans out of the window, reciting off their order.

Oh and uh, can I get like, a large cup full of just straight shots of coffee, no water, just like straight coffee. Yeah.. haha. No sugar.

The lady over the speaker sounds annoyed, almost as if this isn’t the first time Stevie’s asked for this.

[Neoptolemus almost snickers overhearing her strange order. Almost]

Do y ou plan tt o stayy up p all nighht ? Or do you j jusst re eally lik e drr ivethrouhgh coffee ?

Uh.. no. Aha, this place has the worst fucking coffee I’ve ever tasted. I just need something with enough caffeine to keep me up for the next half an hour so I don’t crash.. aha, that’d suck if I did that.. obviously. Don’t ever go into night shift work.. it’s not worth it.

Pulling up to the next window, she grabs their order and gives the worker thank you. After fishing her stuff out, she throws the takeout bag somewhere into the backseat, and hands her stowaway their drink.

[Neoptolemus takes their drink and mutters another broken, "thanks" before tearing into the bag with all the abandon of a starved animal.

Whatever is claiming Neoptolemus as its own vessel seems to have calmed for now, if only enough to enjoy a meal for a while.]

While her stowaway is distracted with their food, she turns up the radio, and continues sipping on her drink as she drives home.

About twenty minutes later, her drink is finished and the car pulls into the driveway. At this point, Stevie barely looks like she can keep her eyes open.

We’re.. here.

[finished with their food he stares blankly at his lap for the rest of the ride. It feels the car slow before he hears her. Neoptolemus looks out the window to see a quaint neighborhood and older house with intricate trim all around it. It's.... Nice, actually.]

Hm ? Oh , ye ah .

[he gathers their trash and clambers from the car]

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Feel free to drop your stuff anywhere.. I’ll go grab some blankets and we’ll go get you set up on the couch. Oh. And. If you hear any bumps in the night.. don’t worry about it aha.. it’s just Baxter. He’s blind. And fat. And stupid.

Fuck.. uh.. are you okay..?? I almost ran you over.. aha, sorry about that, by the way.

[he stares for a moment, processing]

Doc ttor . Tthat s fine , I lov e geeting run ov err . No t a p pro bllem .

[despite their want, their need to run and run as far and as hard as it can, he stays frozen. A true deer in headlights.]

Uh. Yeah. Okay. What exactly are-..What are you doing wandering the streets..? Uh, did you need some fresh air or something..?

....

Yes . F fressh airr is. all I need , jusst ta king a nnice stroll f or ssome air . Inndu bbidabbllyyy .

[they flash an awkward, almost unsettling smile in attempts to sell the lie. He stands stiffly, staring, nervously flexing his hands and fingers]

It’s a bit late for fresh air don’t you think.. haha.. why don’t you like, come back to the hospital with me? I’ll give you a ride.. security is still looking for you.. and it’s like, not super chill. We had to call the police.. not so fun aha. You can’t just leave and not tell anyone.. obviously.. that’s why we called the police.

Ohh ! Law e nforccemennt ? Yay . I must t t thank yyou for the conc cern h howe ver I am jus st righgt danndy . Well ! Wi ith thhat ssettle dd I besst be on mmy w ayy . Goodbbye!

[after a curt nod and a cartoonish wave, they quit the exaggerated smile and try to hobble off quickly, hands clutched to his sides to try and hide its trembling]

With a groan, Stevie hops out of the car, slamming the door shut. It isn’t particularly hard to catch up to them, and it’s genuinely shocking that security managed to let this person..? Creature? Whatever it is? Run off.

Look.. uh.. is there anyone I can at least help you call..? Even your friend.. the one who didn’t seem to fuck with me..? If you keep wandering.. you’re just going to get run over.. you’re going to end up back in emergency.

[he can't help the blush on their face hearing Zosimos being referred to as his "friend." They hardly know each other now, debatable if they ever really have.]

Hhe s not myy f ffriend ! Jusst th e only nummber I c ould thhink of .

I i' ll be sure to st ay on the si dewa lk nexxt timee .. I ve w alked at nnight alone beefore , I rrat her enjoyy it , act uually . Niice c risp breeze .

I tried.. aha.. yeah. Alright then. Fuck this then.. I’m going to have to call work then- Oh. Uh. Enjoy your stroll I guess. Don’t uh.. don’t get run over.. even if you think it’s like, really fun.. haha. Doctors orders.

.......

Um . No one will ccome lo oking for me , though , rigght ? No cops or seccu rity ?

Uh.. probably will. I’ll have to report that I’ve like, seen you since you’re considered missing. Duty of care, all that lame and fucking boring doctor stuff. I’m off the clock though.. haha, after I ring, I’m gonna go home and go back to being cool as fuck again.

[they turn fully towards her now, fear creeping across his face, heart picking up pace, red veins.. squirming, almost. It's slight but gives an unnerving air to him anyway.]

P pleease . Yyou knnow right wher e I am . I I i . I donn t --- I can tt go b acck . I ww ill go anywhere th hat isnn tt theere e . Pplle aase ...

Uh. Well, I guess if you can find someone with decision making capabilities over you, I can probably just call work and tell them like, you went with them and you’re safe. I can lend you my phone, just ring like a family member.

Yes . Ffam ily . What fa mily do I ha ve . Uh , tthank you .

[it takes the phone offered into shaking hands and clumsily dials half-remembered numbers: Hey! You're dialing Ophelia Whittaker! You caught me at a bad time but I'll be sure to hit you bac--

Okay, that's fine, it is late, uhh

Well, hello! This is Zay Gallagher, coolest in the galax--

Fine.

HA! Who calls anymore?! Fuckin' LOSER..... Unless you're my doctor, then leave a mes--

Okay. No one's answering.

He hands the borrowed phone back and can't stop from wondering]

Uh h noone picck ed up , I uh , left a couple voiice mails but .

But um m . It is kKinda far f rom my ap partmmennt and uh ,

I hate th hat im askinng you u this , I don t . Know why I m askking but woul d itt be allrighgt if I .. recooped at maybe yoour re sside nce ?

Standing there, she can’t help but feel bad for them, sympathy in the same way you’d feel for an injured stray who just keeps trying to fight against any help you provide them. She can’t help but wonder if she’s actually allowed to do this.. surely it’s gotta cross some ethical boundary.. right? Something about privacy.. maybe.. but what’s the other option? Try to drag them back? Watch them get run over? Fuck.. maybe paying attention in class would’ve been a good idea. She certainly doesn’t count as next of kin or someone that could make the decision for them to stay out of the hospital. Uh.. yeah.. okay, fine. Hop in my backseat. I’m going to go through drive through, grab a coffee and some dinner.. it’s too late for this haha.. I’m so fucking tired. I’m gonna get fucked up on the biggest nap you’ve ever seen when we get home. Let’s hope someone calls back soon. If not, you can wait at my place ‘till I work out a plan for what to do with you.

[he's still trembling, eyes still wide, but it seems more.. focused, less frantic, less in need of running into traffic. She actually said yes? Why? It's kind, it's generous, but God who would be kind and generous to a creep like them?]

......

Ii . apPrerec iatte tthis . .

[he opens his mouth to say more but nothing comes out. They scurry to the car door and get in the back as instructed. It settles into the vintage leather seats as comfortably as they can and watches as Stevie starts the car. It always hated the sound and rumble of old engines]

It’s chill. Don’t worry about it. Oh. Uh. I’ll have to call work, tell them you’re safe and with someone. But I can like, wait ‘till we get back to my place to do that.. if you don’t want to like, overhear it.

I d rratherr no t heear it , tthhank you .

Y ou havve a niice car , commf ortabble seats .

Haha, thanks. This thing is pretty old, I inherited it off my dad.. it’s a 1983 model, so that’s gotta be like, uhhhhhh, 40 something years old now. Something like that. It’s too late to be doing maths haha.

Oh. Uh. I’m gonna be stopping through a drive through in a sec, do you want like, anything to eat?

co uldd I get a douu blle cheese buurger and a large coke ? May be some fries .....

Hmm ... I thinnk m y ddad s old truc k was an '83 forrd .. whh at memoor ies .

Yeah. Sure. That’s like, super chill.

Pulling up to the speaker, Stevie breaks and leans out of the window, reciting off their order.

Oh and uh, can I get like, a large cup full of just straight shots of coffee, no water, just like straight coffee. Yeah.. haha. No sugar.

The lady over the speaker sounds annoyed, almost as if this isn’t the first time Stevie’s asked for this.

[Neoptolemus almost snickers overhearing her strange order. Almost]

Do y ou plan tt o stayy up p all nighht ? Or do you j jusst re eally lik e drr ivethrouhgh coffee ?

Uh.. no. Aha, this place has the worst fucking coffee I’ve ever tasted. I just need something with enough caffeine to keep me up for the next half an hour so I don’t crash.. aha, that’d suck if I did that.. obviously. Don’t ever go into night shift work.. it’s not worth it.

Pulling up to the next window, she grabs their order and gives the worker thank you. After fishing her stuff out, she throws the takeout bag somewhere into the backseat, and hands her stowaway their drink.

[Neoptolemus takes their drink and mutters another broken, "thanks" before tearing into the bag with all the abandon of a starved animal.

Whatever is claiming Neoptolemus as its own vessel seems to have calmed for now, if only enough to enjoy a meal for a while.]

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While her stowaway is distracted with their food, she turns up the radio, and continues sipping on her drink as she drives home.

About twenty minutes later, her drink is finished and the car pulls into the driveway. At this point, Stevie barely looks like she can keep her eyes open.

We’re.. here.

Fuck.. uh.. are you okay..?? I almost ran you over.. aha, sorry about that, by the way.

[he stares for a moment, processing]

Doc ttor . Tthat s fine , I lov e geeting run ov err . No t a p pro bllem .

[despite their want, their need to run and run as far and as hard as it can, he stays frozen. A true deer in headlights.]

Uh. Yeah. Okay. What exactly are-..What are you doing wandering the streets..? Uh, did you need some fresh air or something..?

....

Yes . F fressh airr is. all I need , jusst ta king a nnice stroll f or ssome air . Inndu bbidabbllyyy .

[they flash an awkward, almost unsettling smile in attempts to sell the lie. He stands stiffly, staring, nervously flexing his hands and fingers]

It’s a bit late for fresh air don’t you think.. haha.. why don’t you like, come back to the hospital with me? I’ll give you a ride.. security is still looking for you.. and it’s like, not super chill. We had to call the police.. not so fun aha. You can’t just leave and not tell anyone.. obviously.. that’s why we called the police.

Ohh ! Law e nforccemennt ? Yay . I must t t thank yyou for the conc cern h howe ver I am jus st righgt danndy . Well ! Wi ith thhat ssettle dd I besst be on mmy w ayy . Goodbbye!

[after a curt nod and a cartoonish wave, they quit the exaggerated smile and try to hobble off quickly, hands clutched to his sides to try and hide its trembling]

With a groan, Stevie hops out of the car, slamming the door shut. It isn’t particularly hard to catch up to them, and it’s genuinely shocking that security managed to let this person..? Creature? Whatever it is? Run off.

Look.. uh.. is there anyone I can at least help you call..? Even your friend.. the one who didn’t seem to fuck with me..? If you keep wandering.. you’re just going to get run over.. you’re going to end up back in emergency.

[he can't help the blush on their face hearing Zosimos being referred to as his "friend." They hardly know each other now, debatable if they ever really have.]

Hhe s not myy f ffriend ! Jusst th e only nummber I c ould thhink of .

I i' ll be sure to st ay on the si dewa lk nexxt timee .. I ve w alked at nnight alone beefore , I rrat her enjoyy it , act uually . Niice c risp breeze .

I tried.. aha.. yeah. Alright then. Fuck this then.. I’m going to have to call work then- Oh. Uh. Enjoy your stroll I guess. Don’t uh.. don’t get run over.. even if you think it’s like, really fun.. haha. Doctors orders.

.......

Um . No one will ccome lo oking for me , though , rigght ? No cops or seccu rity ?

Uh.. probably will. I’ll have to report that I’ve like, seen you since you’re considered missing. Duty of care, all that lame and fucking boring doctor stuff. I’m off the clock though.. haha, after I ring, I’m gonna go home and go back to being cool as fuck again.

[they turn fully towards her now, fear creeping across his face, heart picking up pace, red veins.. squirming, almost. It's slight but gives an unnerving air to him anyway.]

P pleease . Yyou knnow right wher e I am . I I i . I donn t --- I can tt go b acck . I ww ill go anywhere th hat isnn tt theere e . Pplle aase ...

Uh. Well, I guess if you can find someone with decision making capabilities over you, I can probably just call work and tell them like, you went with them and you’re safe. I can lend you my phone, just ring like a family member.

Yes . Ffam ily . What fa mily do I ha ve . Uh , tthank you .

[it takes the phone offered into shaking hands and clumsily dials half-remembered numbers: Hey! You're dialing Ophelia Whittaker! You caught me at a bad time but I'll be sure to hit you bac--

Okay, that's fine, it is late, uhh

Well, hello! This is Zay Gallagher, coolest in the galax--

Fine.

HA! Who calls anymore?! Fuckin' LOSER..... Unless you're my doctor, then leave a mes--

Okay. No one's answering.

He hands the borrowed phone back and can't stop from wondering]

Uh h noone picck ed up , I uh , left a couple voiice mails but .

But um m . It is kKinda far f rom my ap partmmennt and uh ,

I hate th hat im askinng you u this , I don t . Know why I m askking but woul d itt be allrighgt if I .. recooped at maybe yoour re sside nce ?

Standing there, she can’t help but feel bad for them, sympathy in the same way you’d feel for an injured stray who just keeps trying to fight against any help you provide them. She can’t help but wonder if she’s actually allowed to do this.. surely it’s gotta cross some ethical boundary.. right? Something about privacy.. maybe.. but what’s the other option? Try to drag them back? Watch them get run over? Fuck.. maybe paying attention in class would’ve been a good idea. She certainly doesn’t count as next of kin or someone that could make the decision for them to stay out of the hospital. Uh.. yeah.. okay, fine. Hop in my backseat. I’m going to go through drive through, grab a coffee and some dinner.. it’s too late for this haha.. I’m so fucking tired. I’m gonna get fucked up on the biggest nap you’ve ever seen when we get home. Let’s hope someone calls back soon. If not, you can wait at my place ‘till I work out a plan for what to do with you.

[he's still trembling, eyes still wide, but it seems more.. focused, less frantic, less in need of running into traffic. She actually said yes? Why? It's kind, it's generous, but God who would be kind and generous to a creep like them?]

......

Ii . apPrerec iatte tthis . .

[he opens his mouth to say more but nothing comes out. They scurry to the car door and get in the back as instructed. It settles into the vintage leather seats as comfortably as they can and watches as Stevie starts the car. It always hated the sound and rumble of old engines]

It’s chill. Don’t worry about it. Oh. Uh. I’ll have to call work, tell them you’re safe and with someone. But I can like, wait ‘till we get back to my place to do that.. if you don’t want to like, overhear it.

I d rratherr no t heear it , tthhank you .

Y ou havve a niice car , commf ortabble seats .

Haha, thanks. This thing is pretty old, I inherited it off my dad.. it’s a 1983 model, so that’s gotta be like, uhhhhhh, 40 something years old now. Something like that. It’s too late to be doing maths haha.

Oh. Uh. I’m gonna be stopping through a drive through in a sec, do you want like, anything to eat?

co uldd I get a douu blle cheese buurger and a large coke ? May be some fries .....

Hmm ... I thinnk m y ddad s old truc k was an '83 forrd .. whh at memoor ies .

Yeah. Sure. That’s like, super chill.

Pulling up to the speaker, Stevie breaks and leans out of the window, reciting off their order.

Oh and uh, can I get like, a large cup full of just straight shots of coffee, no water, just like straight coffee. Yeah.. haha. No sugar.

The lady over the speaker sounds annoyed, almost as if this isn’t the first time Stevie’s asked for this.

[Neoptolemus almost snickers overhearing her strange order. Almost]

Do y ou plan tt o stayy up p all nighht ? Or do you j jusst re eally lik e drr ivethrouhgh coffee ?

#Reblogs #neoptolemus #weird fucking stowaway (positive)

Uh.. no. Aha, this place has the worst fucking coffee I’ve ever tasted. I just need something with enough caffeine to keep me up for the next half an hour so I don’t crash.. aha, that’d suck if I did that.. obviously. Don’t ever go into night shift work.. it’s not worth it.

Pulling up to the next window, she grabs their order and gives the worker thank you. After fishing her stuff out, she throws the takeout bag somewhere into the backseat, and hands her stowaway their drink.

Fuck.. uh.. are you okay..?? I almost ran you over.. aha, sorry about that, by the way.

[he stares for a moment, processing]

Doc ttor . Tthat s fine , I lov e geeting run ov err . No t a p pro bllem .

[despite their want, their need to run and run as far and as hard as it can, he stays frozen. A true deer in headlights.]

Uh. Yeah. Okay. What exactly are-..What are you doing wandering the streets..? Uh, did you need some fresh air or something..?

....

Yes . F fressh airr is. all I need , jusst ta king a nnice stroll f or ssome air . Inndu bbidabbllyyy .

[they flash an awkward, almost unsettling smile in attempts to sell the lie. He stands stiffly, staring, nervously flexing his hands and fingers]

It’s a bit late for fresh air don’t you think.. haha.. why don’t you like, come back to the hospital with me? I’ll give you a ride.. security is still looking for you.. and it’s like, not super chill. We had to call the police.. not so fun aha. You can’t just leave and not tell anyone.. obviously.. that’s why we called the police.

Ohh ! Law e nforccemennt ? Yay . I must t t thank yyou for the conc cern h howe ver I am jus st righgt danndy . Well ! Wi ith thhat ssettle dd I besst be on mmy w ayy . Goodbbye!

[after a curt nod and a cartoonish wave, they quit the exaggerated smile and try to hobble off quickly, hands clutched to his sides to try and hide its trembling]

With a groan, Stevie hops out of the car, slamming the door shut. It isn’t particularly hard to catch up to them, and it’s genuinely shocking that security managed to let this person..? Creature? Whatever it is? Run off.

Look.. uh.. is there anyone I can at least help you call..? Even your friend.. the one who didn’t seem to fuck with me..? If you keep wandering.. you’re just going to get run over.. you’re going to end up back in emergency.

[he can't help the blush on their face hearing Zosimos being referred to as his "friend." They hardly know each other now, debatable if they ever really have.]

Hhe s not myy f ffriend ! Jusst th e only nummber I c ould thhink of .

I i' ll be sure to st ay on the si dewa lk nexxt timee .. I ve w alked at nnight alone beefore , I rrat her enjoyy it , act uually . Niice c risp breeze .

I tried.. aha.. yeah. Alright then. Fuck this then.. I’m going to have to call work then- Oh. Uh. Enjoy your stroll I guess. Don’t uh.. don’t get run over.. even if you think it’s like, really fun.. haha. Doctors orders.

.......

Um . No one will ccome lo oking for me , though , rigght ? No cops or seccu rity ?

Uh.. probably will. I’ll have to report that I’ve like, seen you since you’re considered missing. Duty of care, all that lame and fucking boring doctor stuff. I’m off the clock though.. haha, after I ring, I’m gonna go home and go back to being cool as fuck again.

[they turn fully towards her now, fear creeping across his face, heart picking up pace, red veins.. squirming, almost. It's slight but gives an unnerving air to him anyway.]

P pleease . Yyou knnow right wher e I am . I I i . I donn t --- I can tt go b acck . I ww ill go anywhere th hat isnn tt theere e . Pplle aase ...

Uh. Well, I guess if you can find someone with decision making capabilities over you, I can probably just call work and tell them like, you went with them and you’re safe. I can lend you my phone, just ring like a family member.

Yes . Ffam ily . What fa mily do I ha ve . Uh , tthank you .

[it takes the phone offered into shaking hands and clumsily dials half-remembered numbers: Hey! You're dialing Ophelia Whittaker! You caught me at a bad time but I'll be sure to hit you bac--

Okay, that's fine, it is late, uhh

Well, hello! This is Zay Gallagher, coolest in the galax--

Fine.

HA! Who calls anymore?! Fuckin' LOSER..... Unless you're my doctor, then leave a mes--

Okay. No one's answering.

He hands the borrowed phone back and can't stop from wondering]

Uh h noone picck ed up , I uh , left a couple voiice mails but .

But um m . It is kKinda far f rom my ap partmmennt and uh ,

I hate th hat im askinng you u this , I don t . Know why I m askking but woul d itt be allrighgt if I .. recooped at maybe yoour re sside nce ?

Standing there, she can’t help but feel bad for them, sympathy in the same way you’d feel for an injured stray who just keeps trying to fight against any help you provide them. She can’t help but wonder if she’s actually allowed to do this.. surely it’s gotta cross some ethical boundary.. right? Something about privacy.. maybe.. but what’s the other option? Try to drag them back? Watch them get run over? Fuck.. maybe paying attention in class would’ve been a good idea. She certainly doesn’t count as next of kin or someone that could make the decision for them to stay out of the hospital. Uh.. yeah.. okay, fine. Hop in my backseat. I’m going to go through drive through, grab a coffee and some dinner.. it’s too late for this haha.. I’m so fucking tired. I’m gonna get fucked up on the biggest nap you’ve ever seen when we get home. Let’s hope someone calls back soon. If not, you can wait at my place ‘till I work out a plan for what to do with you.

[he's still trembling, eyes still wide, but it seems more.. focused, less frantic, less in need of running into traffic. She actually said yes? Why? It's kind, it's generous, but God who would be kind and generous to a creep like them?]

......

Ii . apPrerec iatte tthis . .

[he opens his mouth to say more but nothing comes out. They scurry to the car door and get in the back as instructed. It settles into the vintage leather seats as comfortably as they can and watches as Stevie starts the car. It always hated the sound and rumble of old engines]

It’s chill. Don’t worry about it. Oh. Uh. I’ll have to call work, tell them you’re safe and with someone. But I can like, wait ‘till we get back to my place to do that.. if you don’t want to like, overhear it.

I d rratherr no t heear it , tthhank you .

Y ou havve a niice car , commf ortabble seats .

Haha, thanks. This thing is pretty old, I inherited it off my dad.. it’s a 1983 model, so that’s gotta be like, uhhhhhh, 40 something years old now. Something like that. It’s too late to be doing maths haha.

Oh. Uh. I’m gonna be stopping through a drive through in a sec, do you want like, anything to eat?

co uldd I get a douu blle cheese buurger and a large coke ? May be some fries .....

Hmm ... I thinnk m y ddad s old truc k was an '83 forrd .. whh at memoor ies .

#neoptolemus #reblogs #weird fucking stowaway (positive)

Yeah. Sure. That’s like, super chill.

Pulling up to the speaker, Stevie breaks and leans out of the window, reciting off their order.

Oh and uh, can I get like, a large cup full of just straight shots of coffee, no water, just like straight coffee. Yeah.. haha. No sugar.

The lady over the speaker sounds annoyed, almost as if this isn’t the first time Stevie’s asked for this.

Fuck.. uh.. are you okay..?? I almost ran you over.. aha, sorry about that, by the way.

[he stares for a moment, processing]

Doc ttor . Tthat s fine , I lov e geeting run ov err . No t a p pro bllem .

[despite their want, their need to run and run as far and as hard as it can, he stays frozen. A true deer in headlights.]

Uh. Yeah. Okay. What exactly are-..What are you doing wandering the streets..? Uh, did you need some fresh air or something..?

....

Yes . F fressh airr is. all I need , jusst ta king a nnice stroll f or ssome air . Inndu bbidabbllyyy .

[they flash an awkward, almost unsettling smile in attempts to sell the lie. He stands stiffly, staring, nervously flexing his hands and fingers]

It’s a bit late for fresh air don’t you think.. haha.. why don’t you like, come back to the hospital with me? I’ll give you a ride.. security is still looking for you.. and it’s like, not super chill. We had to call the police.. not so fun aha. You can’t just leave and not tell anyone.. obviously.. that’s why we called the police.

Ohh ! Law e nforccemennt ? Yay . I must t t thank yyou for the conc cern h howe ver I am jus st righgt danndy . Well ! Wi ith thhat ssettle dd I besst be on mmy w ayy . Goodbbye!

[after a curt nod and a cartoonish wave, they quit the exaggerated smile and try to hobble off quickly, hands clutched to his sides to try and hide its trembling]

With a groan, Stevie hops out of the car, slamming the door shut. It isn’t particularly hard to catch up to them, and it’s genuinely shocking that security managed to let this person..? Creature? Whatever it is? Run off.

Look.. uh.. is there anyone I can at least help you call..? Even your friend.. the one who didn’t seem to fuck with me..? If you keep wandering.. you’re just going to get run over.. you’re going to end up back in emergency.

[he can't help the blush on their face hearing Zosimos being referred to as his "friend." They hardly know each other now, debatable if they ever really have.]

Hhe s not myy f ffriend ! Jusst th e only nummber I c ould thhink of .

I i' ll be sure to st ay on the si dewa lk nexxt timee .. I ve w alked at nnight alone beefore , I rrat her enjoyy it , act uually . Niice c risp breeze .

I tried.. aha.. yeah. Alright then. Fuck this then.. I’m going to have to call work then- Oh. Uh. Enjoy your stroll I guess. Don’t uh.. don’t get run over.. even if you think it’s like, really fun.. haha. Doctors orders.

.......

Um . No one will ccome lo oking for me , though , rigght ? No cops or seccu rity ?

Uh.. probably will. I’ll have to report that I’ve like, seen you since you’re considered missing. Duty of care, all that lame and fucking boring doctor stuff. I’m off the clock though.. haha, after I ring, I’m gonna go home and go back to being cool as fuck again.

[they turn fully towards her now, fear creeping across his face, heart picking up pace, red veins.. squirming, almost. It's slight but gives an unnerving air to him anyway.]

P pleease . Yyou knnow right wher e I am . I I i . I donn t --- I can tt go b acck . I ww ill go anywhere th hat isnn tt theere e . Pplle aase ...

Uh. Well, I guess if you can find someone with decision making capabilities over you, I can probably just call work and tell them like, you went with them and you’re safe. I can lend you my phone, just ring like a family member.

Yes . Ffam ily . What fa mily do I ha ve . Uh , tthank you .

[it takes the phone offered into shaking hands and clumsily dials half-remembered numbers: Hey! You're dialing Ophelia Whittaker! You caught me at a bad time but I'll be sure to hit you bac--

Okay, that's fine, it is late, uhh

Well, hello! This is Zay Gallagher, coolest in the galax--

Fine.

HA! Who calls anymore?! Fuckin' LOSER..... Unless you're my doctor, then leave a mes--

Okay. No one's answering.

He hands the borrowed phone back and can't stop from wondering]

Uh h noone picck ed up , I uh , left a couple voiice mails but .

But um m . It is kKinda far f rom my ap partmmennt and uh ,

I hate th hat im askinng you u this , I don t . Know why I m askking but woul d itt be allrighgt if I .. recooped at maybe yoour re sside nce ?

Standing there, she can’t help but feel bad for them, sympathy in the same way you’d feel for an injured stray who just keeps trying to fight against any help you provide them. She can’t help but wonder if she’s actually allowed to do this.. surely it’s gotta cross some ethical boundary.. right? Something about privacy.. maybe.. but what’s the other option? Try to drag them back? Watch them get run over? Fuck.. maybe paying attention in class would’ve been a good idea. She certainly doesn’t count as next of kin or someone that could make the decision for them to stay out of the hospital. Uh.. yeah.. okay, fine. Hop in my backseat. I’m going to go through drive through, grab a coffee and some dinner.. it’s too late for this haha.. I’m so fucking tired. I’m gonna get fucked up on the biggest nap you’ve ever seen when we get home. Let’s hope someone calls back soon. If not, you can wait at my place ‘till I work out a plan for what to do with you.

[he's still trembling, eyes still wide, but it seems more.. focused, less frantic, less in need of running into traffic. She actually said yes? Why? It's kind, it's generous, but God who would be kind and generous to a creep like them?]

......

Ii . apPrerec iatte tthis . .

[he opens his mouth to say more but nothing comes out. They scurry to the car door and get in the back as instructed. It settles into the vintage leather seats as comfortably as they can and watches as Stevie starts the car. It always hated the sound and rumble of old engines]

It’s chill. Don’t worry about it. Oh. Uh. I’ll have to call work, tell them you’re safe and with someone. But I can like, wait ‘till we get back to my place to do that.. if you don’t want to like, overhear it.

I d rratherr no t heear it , tthhank you .

Y ou havve a niice car , commf ortabble seats .

#neoptolemus #reblogs #weird fucking stowaway (positive)

Haha, thanks. This thing is pretty old, I inherited it off my dad.. it’s a 1983 model, so that’s gotta be like, uhhhhhh, 40 something years old now. Something like that. It’s too late to be doing maths haha.

Oh. Uh. I’m gonna be stopping through a drive through in a sec, do you want like, anything to eat?

Fuck.. uh.. are you okay..?? I almost ran you over.. aha, sorry about that, by the way.

[he stares for a moment, processing]

Doc ttor . Tthat s fine , I lov e geeting run ov err . No t a p pro bllem .

[despite their want, their need to run and run as far and as hard as it can, he stays frozen. A true deer in headlights.]

Uh. Yeah. Okay. What exactly are-..What are you doing wandering the streets..? Uh, did you need some fresh air or something..?

....

Yes . F fressh airr is. all I need , jusst ta king a nnice stroll f or ssome air . Inndu bbidabbllyyy .

[they flash an awkward, almost unsettling smile in attempts to sell the lie. He stands stiffly, staring, nervously flexing his hands and fingers]

It’s a bit late for fresh air don’t you think.. haha.. why don’t you like, come back to the hospital with me? I’ll give you a ride.. security is still looking for you.. and it’s like, not super chill. We had to call the police.. not so fun aha. You can’t just leave and not tell anyone.. obviously.. that’s why we called the police.

Ohh ! Law e nforccemennt ? Yay . I must t t thank yyou for the conc cern h howe ver I am jus st righgt danndy . Well ! Wi ith thhat ssettle dd I besst be on mmy w ayy . Goodbbye!

[after a curt nod and a cartoonish wave, they quit the exaggerated smile and try to hobble off quickly, hands clutched to his sides to try and hide its trembling]

With a groan, Stevie hops out of the car, slamming the door shut. It isn’t particularly hard to catch up to them, and it’s genuinely shocking that security managed to let this person..? Creature? Whatever it is? Run off.

Look.. uh.. is there anyone I can at least help you call..? Even your friend.. the one who didn’t seem to fuck with me..? If you keep wandering.. you’re just going to get run over.. you’re going to end up back in emergency.

[he can't help the blush on their face hearing Zosimos being referred to as his "friend." They hardly know each other now, debatable if they ever really have.]

Hhe s not myy f ffriend ! Jusst th e only nummber I c ould thhink of .

I i' ll be sure to st ay on the si dewa lk nexxt timee .. I ve w alked at nnight alone beefore , I rrat her enjoyy it , act uually . Niice c risp breeze .

I tried.. aha.. yeah. Alright then. Fuck this then.. I’m going to have to call work then- Oh. Uh. Enjoy your stroll I guess. Don’t uh.. don’t get run over.. even if you think it’s like, really fun.. haha. Doctors orders.

.......

Um . No one will ccome lo oking for me , though , rigght ? No cops or seccu rity ?

Uh.. probably will. I’ll have to report that I’ve like, seen you since you’re considered missing. Duty of care, all that lame and fucking boring doctor stuff. I’m off the clock though.. haha, after I ring, I’m gonna go home and go back to being cool as fuck again.

[they turn fully towards her now, fear creeping across his face, heart picking up pace, red veins.. squirming, almost. It's slight but gives an unnerving air to him anyway.]

P pleease . Yyou knnow right wher e I am . I I i . I donn t --- I can tt go b acck . I ww ill go anywhere th hat isnn tt theere e . Pplle aase ...

Uh. Well, I guess if you can find someone with decision making capabilities over you, I can probably just call work and tell them like, you went with them and you’re safe. I can lend you my phone, just ring like a family member.

Yes . Ffam ily . What fa mily do I ha ve . Uh , tthank you .

[it takes the phone offered into shaking hands and clumsily dials half-remembered numbers: Hey! You're dialing Ophelia Whittaker! You caught me at a bad time but I'll be sure to hit you bac--

Okay, that's fine, it is late, uhh

Well, hello! This is Zay Gallagher, coolest in the galax--

Fine.

HA! Who calls anymore?! Fuckin' LOSER..... Unless you're my doctor, then leave a mes--

Okay. No one's answering.

He hands the borrowed phone back and can't stop from wondering]

Uh h noone picck ed up , I uh , left a couple voiice mails but .

But um m . It is kKinda far f rom my ap partmmennt and uh ,

I hate th hat im askinng you u this , I don t . Know why I m askking but woul d itt be allrighgt if I .. recooped at maybe yoour re sside nce ?

Standing there, she can’t help but feel bad for them, sympathy in the same way you’d feel for an injured stray who just keeps trying to fight against any help you provide them. She can’t help but wonder if she’s actually allowed to do this.. surely it’s gotta cross some ethical boundary.. right? Something about privacy.. maybe.. but what’s the other option? Try to drag them back? Watch them get run over? Fuck.. maybe paying attention in class would’ve been a good idea. She certainly doesn’t count as next of kin or someone that could make the decision for them to stay out of the hospital. Uh.. yeah.. okay, fine. Hop in my backseat. I’m going to go through drive through, grab a coffee and some dinner.. it’s too late for this haha.. I’m so fucking tired. I’m gonna get fucked up on the biggest nap you’ve ever seen when we get home. Let’s hope someone calls back soon. If not, you can wait at my place ‘till I work out a plan for what to do with you.

[he's still trembling, eyes still wide, but it seems more.. focused, less frantic, less in need of running into traffic. She actually said yes? Why? It's kind, it's generous, but God who would be kind and generous to a creep like them?]

......

Ii . apPrerec iatte tthis . .

[he opens his mouth to say more but nothing comes out. They scurry to the car door and get in the back as instructed. It settles into the vintage leather seats as comfortably as they can and watches as Stevie starts the car. It always hated the sound and rumble of old engines]

#neoptolemus #weird fucking stowaway (positive)#reblogs

It’s chill. Don’t worry about it. Oh. Uh. I’ll have to call work, tell them you’re safe and with someone. But I can like, wait ‘till we get back to my place to do that.. if you don’t want to like, overhear it.

totallynotlondon

Not sure when you’re moving in.. but I’ve got a stowaway on the couch aha.. don’t ask. It’s complicated.

alright then. and uh im set 2 move in in like 2 weeks. hope things go well with the couch stowaway...

#London #roommate search #Reblogs

Haha.. thanks. I think it’s actually going to go really badly and I’m going to be fucked over by this aha.. not literally. Your well wishes are appreciated though.

Fuck.. uh.. are you okay..?? I almost ran you over.. aha, sorry about that, by the way.

[he stares for a moment, processing]

Doc ttor . Tthat s fine , I lov e geeting run ov err . No t a p pro bllem .

[despite their want, their need to run and run as far and as hard as it can, he stays frozen. A true deer in headlights.]

Uh. Yeah. Okay. What exactly are-..What are you doing wandering the streets..? Uh, did you need some fresh air or something..?

....

Yes . F fressh airr is. all I need , jusst ta king a nnice stroll f or ssome air . Inndu bbidabbllyyy .

[they flash an awkward, almost unsettling smile in attempts to sell the lie. He stands stiffly, staring, nervously flexing his hands and fingers]

It’s a bit late for fresh air don’t you think.. haha.. why don’t you like, come back to the hospital with me? I’ll give you a ride.. security is still looking for you.. and it’s like, not super chill. We had to call the police.. not so fun aha. You can’t just leave and not tell anyone.. obviously.. that’s why we called the police.

Ohh ! Law e nforccemennt ? Yay . I must t t thank yyou for the conc cern h howe ver I am jus st righgt danndy . Well ! Wi ith thhat ssettle dd I besst be on mmy w ayy . Goodbbye!

[after a curt nod and a cartoonish wave, they quit the exaggerated smile and try to hobble off quickly, hands clutched to his sides to try and hide its trembling]

With a groan, Stevie hops out of the car, slamming the door shut. It isn’t particularly hard to catch up to them, and it’s genuinely shocking that security managed to let this person..? Creature? Whatever it is? Run off.

Look.. uh.. is there anyone I can at least help you call..? Even your friend.. the one who didn’t seem to fuck with me..? If you keep wandering.. you’re just going to get run over.. you’re going to end up back in emergency.

[he can't help the blush on their face hearing Zosimos being referred to as his "friend." They hardly know each other now, debatable if they ever really have.]

Hhe s not myy f ffriend ! Jusst th e only nummber I c ould thhink of .

I i' ll be sure to st ay on the si dewa lk nexxt timee .. I ve w alked at nnight alone beefore , I rrat her enjoyy it , act uually . Niice c risp breeze .

I tried.. aha.. yeah. Alright then. Fuck this then.. I’m going to have to call work then- Oh. Uh. Enjoy your stroll I guess. Don’t uh.. don’t get run over.. even if you think it’s like, really fun.. haha. Doctors orders.

.......

Um . No one will ccome lo oking for me , though , rigght ? No cops or seccu rity ?

Uh.. probably will. I’ll have to report that I’ve like, seen you since you’re considered missing. Duty of care, all that lame and fucking boring doctor stuff. I’m off the clock though.. haha, after I ring, I’m gonna go home and go back to being cool as fuck again.

[they turn fully towards her now, fear creeping across his face, heart picking up pace, red veins.. squirming, almost. It's slight but gives an unnerving air to him anyway.]

P pleease . Yyou knnow right wher e I am . I I i . I donn t --- I can tt go b acck . I ww ill go anywhere th hat isnn tt theere e . Pplle aase ...

Uh. Well, I guess if you can find someone with decision making capabilities over you, I can probably just call work and tell them like, you went with them and you’re safe. I can lend you my phone, just ring like a family member.

Yes . Ffam ily . What fa mily do I ha ve . Uh , tthank you .

[it takes the phone offered into shaking hands and clumsily dials half-remembered numbers: Hey! You're dialing Ophelia Whittaker! You caught me at a bad time but I'll be sure to hit you bac--

Okay, that's fine, it is late, uhh

Well, hello! This is Zay Gallagher, coolest in the galax--

Fine.

HA! Who calls anymore?! Fuckin' LOSER..... Unless you're my doctor, then leave a mes--

Okay. No one's answering.

He hands the borrowed phone back and can't stop from wondering]

Uh h noone picck ed up , I uh , left a couple voiice mails but .

But um m . It is kKinda far f rom my ap partmmennt and uh ,

I hate th hat im askinng you u this , I don t . Know why I m askking but woul d itt be allrighgt if I .. recooped at maybe yoour re sside nce ?

#neoptolemus #Weird fucking stowaway #reblogs

Standing there, she can’t help but feel bad for them, sympathy in the same way you’d feel for an injured stray who just keeps trying to fight against any help you provide them. She can’t help but wonder if she’s actually allowed to do this.. surely it’s gotta cross some ethical boundary.. right? Something about privacy.. maybe.. but what’s the other option? Try to drag them back? Watch them get run over? Fuck.. maybe paying attention in class would’ve been a good idea. She certainly doesn’t count as next of kin or someone that could make the decision for them to stay out of the hospital. Uh.. yeah.. okay, fine. Hop in my backseat. I’m going to go through drive through, grab a coffee and some dinner.. it’s too late for this haha.. I’m so fucking tired. I’m gonna get fucked up on the biggest nap you’ve ever seen when we get home. Let’s hope someone calls back soon. If not, you can wait at my place ‘till I work out a plan for what to do with you.

Fuck.. uh.. are you okay..?? I almost ran you over.. aha, sorry about that, by the way.

[he stares for a moment, processing]

Doc ttor . Tthat s fine , I lov e geeting run ov err . No t a p pro bllem .

[despite their want, their need to run and run as far and as hard as it can, he stays frozen. A true deer in headlights.]

Uh. Yeah. Okay. What exactly are-..What are you doing wandering the streets..? Uh, did you need some fresh air or something..?

....

Yes . F fressh airr is. all I need , jusst ta king a nnice stroll f or ssome air . Inndu bbidabbllyyy .

[they flash an awkward, almost unsettling smile in attempts to sell the lie. He stands stiffly, staring, nervously flexing his hands and fingers]

It’s a bit late for fresh air don’t you think.. haha.. why don’t you like, come back to the hospital with me? I’ll give you a ride.. security is still looking for you.. and it’s like, not super chill. We had to call the police.. not so fun aha. You can’t just leave and not tell anyone.. obviously.. that’s why we called the police.

Ohh ! Law e nforccemennt ? Yay . I must t t thank yyou for the conc cern h howe ver I am jus st righgt danndy . Well ! Wi ith thhat ssettle dd I besst be on mmy w ayy . Goodbbye!

[after a curt nod and a cartoonish wave, they quit the exaggerated smile and try to hobble off quickly, hands clutched to his sides to try and hide its trembling]

With a groan, Stevie hops out of the car, slamming the door shut. It isn’t particularly hard to catch up to them, and it’s genuinely shocking that security managed to let this person..? Creature? Whatever it is? Run off.

Look.. uh.. is there anyone I can at least help you call..? Even your friend.. the one who didn’t seem to fuck with me..? If you keep wandering.. you’re just going to get run over.. you’re going to end up back in emergency.

[he can't help the blush on their face hearing Zosimos being referred to as his "friend." They hardly know each other now, debatable if they ever really have.]

Hhe s not myy f ffriend ! Jusst th e only nummber I c ould thhink of .

I i' ll be sure to st ay on the si dewa lk nexxt timee .. I ve w alked at nnight alone beefore , I rrat her enjoyy it , act uually . Niice c risp breeze .

I tried.. aha.. yeah. Alright then. Fuck this then.. I’m going to have to call work then- Oh. Uh. Enjoy your stroll I guess. Don’t uh.. don’t get run over.. even if you think it’s like, really fun.. haha. Doctors orders.

.......

Um . No one will ccome lo oking for me , though , rigght ? No cops or seccu rity ?

Uh.. probably will. I’ll have to report that I’ve like, seen you since you’re considered missing. Duty of care, all that lame and fucking boring doctor stuff. I’m off the clock though.. haha, after I ring, I’m gonna go home and go back to being cool as fuck again.

[they turn fully towards her now, fear creeping across his face, heart picking up pace, red veins.. squirming, almost. It's slight but gives an unnerving air to him anyway.]

P pleease . Yyou knnow right wher e I am . I I i . I donn t --- I can tt go b acck . I ww ill go anywhere th hat isnn tt theere e . Pplle aase ...

Uh. Well, I guess if you can find someone with decision making capabilities over you, I can probably just call work and tell them like, you went with them and you’re safe. I can lend you my phone, just ring like a family member.

Fuck.. uh.. are you okay..?? I almost ran you over.. aha, sorry about that, by the way.

[he stares for a moment, processing]

Doc ttor . Tthat s fine , I lov e geeting run ov err . No t a p pro bllem .

[despite their want, their need to run and run as far and as hard as it can, he stays frozen. A true deer in headlights.]

Uh. Yeah. Okay. What exactly are-..What are you doing wandering the streets..? Uh, did you need some fresh air or something..?

....

Yes . F fressh airr is. all I need , jusst ta king a nnice stroll f or ssome air . Inndu bbidabbllyyy .

[they flash an awkward, almost unsettling smile in attempts to sell the lie. He stands stiffly, staring, nervously flexing his hands and fingers]

It’s a bit late for fresh air don’t you think.. haha.. why don’t you like, come back to the hospital with me? I’ll give you a ride.. security is still looking for you.. and it’s like, not super chill. We had to call the police.. not so fun aha. You can’t just leave and not tell anyone.. obviously.. that’s why we called the police.

Ohh ! Law e nforccemennt ? Yay . I must t t thank yyou for the conc cern h howe ver I am jus st righgt danndy . Well ! Wi ith thhat ssettle dd I besst be on mmy w ayy . Goodbbye!

[after a curt nod and a cartoonish wave, they quit the exaggerated smile and try to hobble off quickly, hands clutched to his sides to try and hide its trembling]

With a groan, Stevie hops out of the car, slamming the door shut. It isn’t particularly hard to catch up to them, and it’s genuinely shocking that security managed to let this person..? Creature? Whatever it is? Run off.

Look.. uh.. is there anyone I can at least help you call..? Even your friend.. the one who didn’t seem to fuck with me..? If you keep wandering.. you’re just going to get run over.. you’re going to end up back in emergency.

[he can't help the blush on their face hearing Zosimos being referred to as his "friend." They hardly know each other now, debatable if they ever really have.]

Hhe s not myy f ffriend ! Jusst th e only nummber I c ould thhink of .

I i' ll be sure to st ay on the si dewa lk nexxt timee .. I ve w alked at nnight alone beefore , I rrat her enjoyy it , act uually . Niice c risp breeze .

I tried.. aha.. yeah. Alright then. Fuck this then.. I’m going to have to call work then- Oh. Uh. Enjoy your stroll I guess. Don’t uh.. don’t get run over.. even if you think it’s like, really fun.. haha. Doctors orders.

.......

Um . No one will ccome lo oking for me , though , rigght ? No cops or seccu rity ?

Uh.. probably will. I’ll have to report that I’ve like, seen you since you’re considered missing. Duty of care, all that lame and fucking boring doctor stuff. I’m off the clock though.. haha, after I ring, I’m gonna go home and go back to being cool as fuck again.

Fuck.. uh.. are you okay..?? I almost ran you over.. aha, sorry about that, by the way.

[he stares for a moment, processing]

Doc ttor . Tthat s fine , I lov e geeting run ov err . No t a p pro bllem .

[despite their want, their need to run and run as far and as hard as it can, he stays frozen. A true deer in headlights.]

Uh. Yeah. Okay. What exactly are-..What are you doing wandering the streets..? Uh, did you need some fresh air or something..?

....

Yes . F fressh airr is. all I need , jusst ta king a nnice stroll f or ssome air . Inndu bbidabbllyyy .

[they flash an awkward, almost unsettling smile in attempts to sell the lie. He stands stiffly, staring, nervously flexing his hands and fingers]

It’s a bit late for fresh air don’t you think.. haha.. why don’t you like, come back to the hospital with me? I’ll give you a ride.. security is still looking for you.. and it’s like, not super chill. We had to call the police.. not so fun aha. You can’t just leave and not tell anyone.. obviously.. that’s why we called the police.

Ohh ! Law e nforccemennt ? Yay . I must t t thank yyou for the conc cern h howe ver I am jus st righgt danndy . Well ! Wi ith thhat ssettle dd I besst be on mmy w ayy . Goodbbye!

[after a curt nod and a cartoonish wave, they quit the exaggerated smile and try to hobble off quickly, hands clutched to his sides to try and hide its trembling]

With a groan, Stevie hops out of the car, slamming the door shut. It isn’t particularly hard to catch up to them, and it’s genuinely shocking that security managed to let this person..? Creature? Whatever it is? Run off.

Look.. uh.. is there anyone I can at least help you call..? Even your friend.. the one who didn’t seem to fuck with me..? If you keep wandering.. you’re just going to get run over.. you’re going to end up back in emergency.

[he can't help the blush on their face hearing Zosimos being referred to as his "friend." They hardly know each other now, debatable if they ever really have.]

Hhe s not myy f ffriend ! Jusst th e only nummber I c ould thhink of .

I i' ll be sure to st ay on the si dewa lk nexxt timee .. I ve w alked at nnight alone beefore , I rrat her enjoyy it , act uually . Niice c risp breeze .

I tried.. aha.. yeah. Alright then. Fuck this then.. I’m going to have to call work then- Oh. Uh. Enjoy your stroll I guess. Don’t uh.. don’t get run over.. even if you think it’s like, really fun.. haha. Doctors orders.

Fuck.. uh.. are you okay..?? I almost ran you over.. aha, sorry about that, by the way.

[he stares for a moment, processing]

Doc ttor . Tthat s fine , I lov e geeting run ov err . No t a p pro bllem .

[despite their want, their need to run and run as far and as hard as it can, he stays frozen. A true deer in headlights.]

Uh. Yeah. Okay. What exactly are-..What are you doing wandering the streets..? Uh, did you need some fresh air or something..?

....

Yes . F fressh airr is. all I need , jusst ta king a nnice stroll f or ssome air . Inndu bbidabbllyyy .

[they flash an awkward, almost unsettling smile in attempts to sell the lie. He stands stiffly, staring, nervously flexing his hands and fingers]

It’s a bit late for fresh air don’t you think.. haha.. why don’t you like, come back to the hospital with me? I’ll give you a ride.. security is still looking for you.. and it’s like, not super chill. We had to call the police.. not so fun aha. You can’t just leave and not tell anyone.. obviously.. that’s why we called the police.

Ohh ! Law e nforccemennt ? Yay . I must t t thank yyou for the conc cern h howe ver I am jus st righgt danndy . Well ! Wi ith thhat ssettle dd I besst be on mmy w ayy . Goodbbye!

[after a curt nod and a cartoonish wave, they quit the exaggerated smile and try to hobble off quickly, hands clutched to his sides to try and hide its trembling]

With a groan, Stevie hops out of the car, slamming the door shut. It isn’t particularly hard to catch up to them, and it’s genuinely shocking that security managed to let this person..? Creature? Whatever it is? Run off.

Look.. uh.. is there anyone I can at least help you call..? Even your friend.. the one who didn’t seem to fuck with me..? If you keep wandering.. you’re just going to get run over.. you’re going to end up back in emergency.

Fuck.. uh.. are you okay..?? I almost ran you over.. aha, sorry about that, by the way.

[he stares for a moment, processing]

Doc ttor . Tthat s fine , I lov e geeting run ov err . No t a p pro bllem .

[despite their want, their need to run and run as far and as hard as it can, he stays frozen. A true deer in headlights.]

Uh. Yeah. Okay. What exactly are-..What are you doing wandering the streets..? Uh, did you need some fresh air or something..?

....

Yes . F fressh airr is. all I need , jusst ta king a nnice stroll f or ssome air . Inndu bbidabbllyyy .

[they flash an awkward, almost unsettling smile in attempts to sell the lie. He stands stiffly, staring, nervously flexing his hands and fingers]

It’s a bit late for fresh air don’t you think.. haha.. why don’t you like, come back to the hospital with me? I’ll give you a ride.. security is still looking for you.. and it’s like, not super chill. We had to call the police.. not so fun aha. You can’t just leave and not tell anyone.. obviously.. that’s why we called the police.

Fuck.. uh.. are you okay..?? I almost ran you over.. aha, sorry about that, by the way.

[he stares for a moment, processing]

Doc ttor . Tthat s fine , I lov e geeting run ov err . No t a p pro bllem .

[despite their want, their need to run and run as far and as hard as it can, he stays frozen. A true deer in headlights.]

Uh. Yeah. Okay. What exactly are-..What are you doing wandering the streets..? Uh, did you need some fresh air or something..?