#alec davis

[under-the-knife]

"How do I break free from a bad dream?"

dark cloud // Nevertel

[wbuctdrabbles]

Explosion

Don't know what compelled me to write this. Just watch the news a lot lately, maybe? But here's some Alec and Eric!

“What’s wrong?” Eric asked the second he stepped into the house.

He hadn’t heard from Alec all day—text, facebook chat, call, nothing. And that was very abnormal.

“Nothing.” Alec responded from the couch, not even turning away from the television. He was watching the news—Fox News, at that. He said Fox News was better for facts on the war, on stuff Eric never really paid attention to.

“What’s going on?” Eric tossed his phone on the table and rushed to Alec.

“My… uh… there was an accident and they… they don’t know if…” Alec took a deep breath.

“Oh God.” Eric sat down. He saw footage from a place. Eric wasn’t really sure what he was looking at—the aftermath of some explosion somewhere. He didn’t have enough time to keep up on what was going on.

“They can’t get in touch with him or with… with anyone in that area.” Alec took another deep breath. “Mom’s freaking out.”

“You’re freaking out.”

“What if he… Eric, what if he…”

“No. No.” Eric said, not knowing what to say.

After all, nothing had gone wrong like this since they’d began dating. His own stomach was in knots, because Alec could be right. He could be injured, he could be a prisoner of war, he could be dead.

“He might be dead.” Tears filled Alec’s eyes and he jumped up, beginning to pace. “He might be dead and the last time he tried to call, I was in school and didn’t even know he tried to call. He hadn’t gotten the chance to call back again. And then he’ll never­—”

“Alec, no. Stop.”

“I can’t stop! He might be. I may never see him again. And they keep showing all of this war footage and I just keep looking at the explosion and what if he was there?”

“No, no, no.” Eric went to him, putting his arms on Alec’s waist. “No.”

“Don’t say ‘no’ because you don’t know that.” Alec wiped his eyes angrily. “I hate war, the military, I hate it all.”

“You don’t hate the military. You know that.” Eric wrapped his arms around Alec and began to rock him. “Why didn’t you call me? I would have come home with you.”

Alec swallowed, arms going around Eric and squeezing him tight. “I don’t know. The last time something like this happened, I didn’t have anyone to call but my mom. I don’t know.”

“Well this time you’ve got me. I mean, I… I don’t really know what to say. I just… hope everything is okay.” Eric gave him a tight squeeze. “And I love you. I’ll be here, okay? Even if…”

“Don’t say that. Don’t.” Alec pulled away, face crumbling.

Eric’s eyes widened. That had clearly not been the thing to say.

“I don’t want my dad to be dead.” Alec broke down. The only time he’d ever seen Alec cry like that was the day he’d admitted to cheating. “Eric, I don’t want my dad to be dead.”

Eric tugged Alec into his arms roughly, kissing the side of his face. “I know. I know. It’s okay.”

“It might not be okay.” Alec protested through sobs.

“But it will be. No matter what happens. Okay?”

Alec shook his head.

“No. It will. I’ll make sure you’re okay. You’ll always be okay when I’m here, alright? I’ll take care of you until you’re okay again no matter what.”

Alec didn’t say anything, but instead continued to sob into Eric’s shirt.

He had started to calm down, just a little, when his cell phone rang.

Alec pulled away and rushed to it. “Hello?”

Eric put his hand over his mouth, bracing himself in case the news wasn’t good. If it was news, that was. For all they knew, it could have been a telemarketer or one of Alec’s army brat friends.

Alec began to cry again but began wiping his eyes instantly. “No. I’m fine, Dad. Are you? You weren’t there?”

Eric let out a huge sigh of relief, sitting on the couch. Alec sat also, gripping Eric’s hand as if his life depended on holding it.

“Did you—Yeah, she called a few hours ago. No, I’ve been watching the news. Yes, Fox News. They’re not saying anything, really. Just sc-scaring people. Okay… Yeah, I’ll tell Eric… Dad, be careful. No, I’m fine. Really. Just… Yeah… I love you, too, Daddy. Alright. Bye.”

Alec put his phone down on his lap, wiping his face. “He says he misses you.”

Eric smiled a bit, letting out a shuddery breath.

Alec wiped his eyes again and then looked at the ceiling. “I really hate this part, Eric. Last time we didn’t know for a week.”

Eric reached behind Alec, hand moving up and down his back. “I think I really hate this part too.”

“He wasn’t there. It was another area. He was about fifty miles away. They’re just having trouble calling out. They’re moving them, though.” Alec leaned over, head resting on Eric’s shoulder.

“He’ll be safer, then?”

“I hope. I don’t know if they’d have more soldiers move into where the attack was at not. It just depends on what really happened and the news isn’t saying shit. Dad doesn’t even know what’s really going on yet and he’s one of the highest ranked people overseas right now.”

Eric nodded, not sure how to respond.

“I hope he still makes it to the wedding.” Alec whispered, snuggling up to Eric.

“I’m pretty sure he’d highjack a plane if it meant not missing the wedding, Alec.” Eric laughed a bit. “I think he’s more excited than us.”

“He’s probably going to bring a recruiter to try and talk you into going overseas to practice medicine with them. I say probably, but I know he is. Mom told me.”

“Oh, God.” Eric rolled his eyes. “I’ve told him ‘no’ so many times that I’ve lost count.”

“I wouldn’t let you go anyway.” Alec sighed.

“Good. I wouldn’t leave you.” Eric rested his head on top of Alec’s.

Alec smiled a bit, sniffling. “Better not.”

“Only because your dad knows people in high places.” Eric joked, grinning. “He could ruin my life.”

“Oh, you’re life would be ruined without me. I put up with your butt.” Alec rolled his eyes.

“I’m pretty sure I put up with more. Constantly changing clothes, dying your hair, making me cook for you. Gosh, sometimes you even make me kiss you. It’s horrible, really.”

“I hate you.” Alec laughed loudly.

“I hate you too.” Eric grinned and tickled his side. “Come one. I’ll take you to dinner so you can get out of the house and cheer up.”

“Okay but can we stay like this a few more minutes?” Alec asked.

“Yeah.” Eric snuggled him.

“Thank you for everything, Eric.” Alec murmured.

“Sorry I wasn’t good at helping. I just… I’ve never dealt with it before.”

“Standing there was enough. I’m not very good at it either… I don’t think anyone is.” Alec whispered. “But, for what it’s worth, I think you were perfect.”

Eric smiled. “I love you, you know?”

“I love you too.” Alec relaxed against him. “Kinda.”

[wbuctdrabbles]

Alec and Eric Discuss Children

“Why are you moping around?” Eric asked late one night, coming out of the bathroom in boxers and a t-shirt.

Alec shot him a look but didn’t say anything.

“Oh God. What did I do? Did I start at a girl again? Look, I’m sorry. I can’t help that you’re not the only attractive human in the world, okay?”

“You were looking at a girl?” Alec asked sharply before returning his attention back to his sketch.

“This would be a lot easier if you told me what was wrong.” Eric said as his work pager began to go off. He grabbed it off of the small table in their hallway and shrugged.

“Because Kurt and Blaine are so happy.”

“Is that a bad thing?” Eric questioned, now even more confused.

“Because they’ve got three babies and I have none even though we’ve been together longer than them.”

“Oh my God.” Eric moaned, facing the other direction. “You did this when the twins were newborns too.”

“It’s got nothing to do with the fact that it’s their babies. It’s just that we’re in a good place. We’re financially secure without needing our parents help. We have a house and an apartment.”

“That house you hate.”

“Just because your mom was secretly trying to manipulate you.” Alec sighed, putting his pencil down. “I know you aren’t crazy about the idea but I was not overly crazy about moving to Ohio when you went to medical school either.”

“Alec, that affected us for four years. This affects us for the rest of our lives. How do you figure we even have time for a baby?” Eric asked, sounding more than a little put out. “It’s late, babe. Seriously. I have to be up in seven hours to work a 48 hour shift. I don’t want to talk about it.”

“You never want to talk about it and that’s the problem! You’re always going to be tired. I’m always going to be tired. We still have to talk about things because, like it or not, this is my life and my marriage too.” Alec exclaimed, standing up.

“Alec, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“I know you did that and I realize that part of this is me being stressed about work but damnit.” Alec covered his face, near tears. “This is something that I really want. I want us to have our own little family. You love working with the children in the hospital. They love you.”

“Half of my patients are trauma patients and the other half are really, really sick kids. I do love working with the kids and they do like me. But that’s different than having your own. There’s so much responsibility and I don’t think we have time for it.” Eric said, looking stressed.

“If you don’t have time for it maybe you shouldn’t have time for me either.” Alec snapped.

“Oh my God. Don’t. Don’t be one of those people.” Eric covered his face this time and, after lowering his hands, took two deep breaths.

“You  knew I wanted this.”

“And you knew I didn’t. I made it very clear. Several—several— times.”

“I can’t be around you right now.” Alec grabbed his cell phone.

“Just stop this. You never act like this.” Eric grabbed his arm.

“I thought you would come around. You came around about marrying me.”Alec broke his arm free but didn’t move away from him. “You had siblings. I don’t know why you don’t want to.”

“Because my parents were always working and I hated it. Half the time my brother was at basketball practice or out with girlfriends and I pretty much had to take care of everything for me and my sister. And I know it’ll be the same for them. It wasn’t a terrible childhood, I love my family, but I refuse—refuse— to knowingly bring a child into this world knowing that’s what will happen to him or her. And even if you  quit your job or worked from home, you’d be alone raising babies.”

“That would never happen to our kids.” Alec’s voice was soft. “And I don’t care to raise kids alone when you’re at work.”

 “It’s not that easy, Alec. It’s raising children.”

 “But I want a kid so bad. I want to have a child with you so bad.” Alec rubbed his eyes. “Fine. Fine.”

 “Fine?” Eric asked tiredly.

 “If you don’t want kids, fine. You’re right. I married you knowing you didn’t want children. I’m sorry I started this discussion. You can go to bed now.”

 “I don’t want to go to bed, babe. We… Can we just…” Eric sputtered before going and sitting on the couch. “C’mere.”

 “I don’t feel like it.” Alec sighed, but went over and got into Eric’s open arms anyway.

 “I work at least 280 hours a month. I sleep at home a lot.” Eric whispered.

 “I know.”

 “You’d be home alone with any kids a lot. I don’t know how on Earth you’d have time for work.”

 “I’d quit if I had too.” Alec responded, head resting on Eric’s chest.

 “Can we wait until I get this 72 hour shift to start looking at options?”

 Alec shot up, blue eyes wide. “Wait… Options for…”

 “Making it happen.” Eric gave a silly smile.

 “You can’t lead me on. Are you serious?”

 “If you really want a family, then I want a family.” Eric nodded. “But seriously, Alec. I can’t go down in hours at work. If anything, I may have to take more soon. I already have twice the student interns I’m supposed to have, you know?”

 “I-I can handle that. I really can.” Alec nodded. “As long as you really want it.”

“Sophie’s pretty adorable. She’s helping your case a lot.”

“I thought she probably would.” Alec grinned and kissed him. “I love you.”

 “Love you too.” Eric kissed him back. “Now lemme up. Gotta go to sleep so I don’t accidentally kill someone tomorrow.”

 Alec slid off of him. “Yeah, that’s pretty important.”

 Eric nodded as he stood. “Yeah. My boss seems to think so too.”

[wbuctdrabbles]

Valentine's Day

"So you two are letting the kids pick out your Valentine’s gifts? That’scuuuute.” Alec said, sitting down at Kurt’s office table.

“Blaine came up with the idea. I had to remind him that the last time we let the kids pick our presents Sophie got him glue sticks.” Kurt rolled his eyes, smiling. “So now he has this Disney glue stick collection on our dresser and he won’t let me do anything with it.”

Alec snorted. “What did you end up with?”

“Miracle Gro.”

Alec let out a loud laugh as Blaine came into the office.

“Oh no, what did I walk in to?” Blaine sauntered over and bent, kissing Kurt’s cheek.

“Glue pens and Miracle Gro.” Alec explained, waving.

“Eric work tonight?” Blaine asked.

Alec nodded. “Yeah. Until three in the morning. But it’s okay. I’m going to make food for everyone and hang out in the break room.”

“Kurt used to cook for the people at my office. You know, until he made it on his own. Now half the time I feed the kids.” Blaine said as Kurt gathered his belongings to go home.

“That is scary after what happened on Thanksgiving.”

“Shh. Don’t mention it. He’s still mad I set the oven to clean.” Blaine whispered loudly.

“I told you exactly what to push.” Kurt called from the other side of the studio. “We had to eat Denny’s.”

Blaine gave Alec a ‘eh’ look and shrugged one shoulder.

Alec snorted and stood. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Kurt. You all have a fantabulous Valentine’s Day.”

“I’ll pray you and Eric find time to get laid in a janitor’s closet.” Blaine winked as Alec left. He then looked to Kurt. “What?”

Kurt just shook his head. “You. Where are the children?”

“I got held up on a case so Wes got them.” Blaine led Kurt out of the studio. “If someone tries to make you stay, you say no.”

“I know, I know, I know.”

“Workaholic.” Blaine held open the door for him. “After you, sir.”

“So well mannered.” Kurt smiled and rushed to the car.

“Here’s how it works. We open the gifts from the kids to us and have dinner. Then when the kids are in bed we exchange the real gifts and then give each other the best gift of all.”

“Our bodies?” Kurt asked.

“Our bodies.”

…

“It’s near bedtime and they haven’t given us the gifts.” Blaine pouted. “I know the cards they made isn’t it because I took them shopping for you.”

Kurt rolled his eyes and kissed Blaine. “Why are you so eager if you don’t know what your gift is?”

“I know it involves potato candy.” Blaine bounced up and down a bit.

“You can’t have anything be a surprise, can you?” Kurt sighed and shook his head.

“I’m sorry but you suck at cleaning up the kitchen on your days off work.” Blaine shrugged, glancing at the twins who were busy playing with toy dinosaurs. “How is that more interesting than giving me my potato candy a whole, like, nine months early?”

Kurt stood from his seat on the couch and then made his way over to his sons, kneeling down. “Kiddies, dada over here is having a conniption about his gift. So can we please have our presents now?”

“No.” Zach said sharply.

“Yeah. We got them, we’ll give them.” Nick nodded.

“Yeah, dads.” Sophie pulled a face.

“Oh yeah? Oh yeah?” Blaine ran over, scooping her off of the floor.

“NO!” Sophie shrieked, now upside down and kicking her feet in the direction of Blaine’s face. “NO NO NO NO NO BAD DADDY BAD!”

“I can’t believe my children just told me no.” Kurt said, staring at them in disbelief.

“Give me my gifts, I said! Give me my gifts!” Blaine yelled, tossing her onto the couch and tickling her. “Give ‘em!”

“NO NO NOOOOO!” Sophie burst into loud giggles.

“Unfair advantage!” Nick declared, running forward and jumping onto Blaine’s back. He then wrapped his arms around Blaine’s neck. “Giddy up, cowboy!”

“I am so sorry your life has to be this way.” Kurt said, sitting down by Zach.

“It’s okay.” Zach shrugged one shoulder, looking so much like Blaine that it wasn’t even funny.

Kurt ruffled his hair, watching in amusement as the kids somehow got Blaine on the floor and were now pouncing on and off of him. “You’re my only sane child, Zach. In fact, we are the only two sane people in this house.”

“I know.” Zach reached up, patting Kurt’s hand.

“Go on.” Kurt rolled his eyes.

Zach ran over, jumping on Blaine’s stomach and letting out a gleeful giggle. Kurt watched them, smiling happily. He’d always known Blaine would be an amazing father, but he’d never known just how perfect he would be. He didn’t expect how watching Blaine with their children would make him feel.

“Oof!” Blaine groaned. “Not all three. I can’t handle all three of you.”

“Admit defeat!” Nick yelled. “Admit de-feeeeeat!”

“I don’t remember what we were fighting about.” Blaine oofed again and Sophie sat on his chest.

“Me neither.” Nick admitted, sitting on the floor next to him.

“Drats. Are we done already?” Zach pouted.

“Shouldn’t have waited til the end.” Nick pulled Sophie off of Blaine.

Blaine looked at Zach, smirked, and rolled on top of him.

“NO DADDY NO!” Zach whined, arms and legs attempting to flail.

“You said you didn’t want it to end!” Blaine cackled, tickling Zach.

“Oh my God.” Kurt shook his head as Zach alternated between begging for Blaine to get off and letting out the loudest laughs Kurt had ever heard come from a seven year old. “Blaine, if you keep it up you’re gonna make him sick.”

Blaine pouted but sat up, ruffling Zach’s dark curls. “Don’t mess with the man, son.”

Zach giggled, standing shakily.

“Presents now?” Blaine asked.

“Say please.” Nick grinned.

“Are you going to talk about manners?” Kurt asked, giving Nick an incredulous look. “You can’t leave the kitchen table unless you burp exactly five times.”

“Grandpa thinks it’s funny.”

“Yeah well grandpa thinks a lot of gross stuff is funny.” Kurt scoffed.

“Are you gonna make us go to bed after the gifts?” Zach asked.

“Oh yes.” Kurt nodded. “Yes, we are.”

“Does that mean the funny noises are going to start?”

“What funny noises?” Blaine raised his eyebrow.

“Every time it’s a holiday there is funny noises.” Zach said.

“Ryan said his parents make the funny noises too. And he says that’s how babies are born. But his daddy sticks his pee pee in his mommy’s hooha and you guys don’t have a hooha.” Nick informed Kurt and Blaine.

“What’s a hooha?” Sophie asked.

“Present time. Now.” Kurt said, scooping Sophie up.

“Drats.” Nick ran off to get the presents.

“I’ll help.” Zach bustled off.

“Why are our seven year olds talking about pee pees in hoohas?” Kurt whispered, placing his hands over Sophie’s ears after setting her down..

“Probably because Ryan has an older brother in middle school.” Blaine whispered back. “Now I’m tired.”

“Do we need to… address the… pee pee and hooha?”

“I’ll talk to Ryan’s dad tomorrow.” Blaine bent down and kissed Sophie’s cheek. “Hey, pretty girl.”

Sophie giggled. “Hi, daddy.”

“Presents!” Nick announced as they brought in two boxes. “On the floor.”

“These pants are—.”

“Kurt, just sit down.” Blaine said, swatting Kurt’s ass.

Kurt halfheartedly glared before slowly sitting on the ground in front of his box.

Blaine plopped down as well, pulling out a tin of potato candy. “You kids know the way to my heart.”

Kurt elbowed Blaine’s side.

“They’re heart shaped! You can make them into shapes?!” Blaine exclaimed.

“Well they’re sort of heart shaped. I tried.” Kurt gave him a small smile and then gasped, “Oh my God this is that chocolate like we had on our honeymoon! You know, the real one not that two day thing right after the wedding.”

“Maybe I sneaked something in that was just from me.” Blaine grinned, eyes getting all crinkly and nose scrunching up adorably. He then raised his eyebrow. “Is this a rock or dog poop? Or do I want to know?”

“It’s a hardened mud pie.” Nick supplied. “There are worms in the middle.”

Blaine gagged a bit.

Kurt warily looked into his box. “Is that…”

“It’s better to not ask.” Blaine peeked in. “Where’s the stuff we bought with them?”

“We thought you’d like this better.” Zach chirped.

“You were so right. I love… dead roly poly bugs.” Kurt said.

“We had caught a butterfly but it flew away.” Zach frowned.

Kurt forced a smile and pulled out a piece of paper that said “WILL RUB NOSE FOR FREE” in Sophie’s handwriting.

Blaine peeked over and snorted loudly. “Cheapest gift I ever had to give.”

Kurt rolled his eyes. “What else did I give you?”

“A toilet paper roll.” Blaine held it up. “It says I love you on it. And there’s a turtle sticker inside.”

“And a glued noodle.” Nick pointed.

“Thank you kids very much.” Kurt said giving a big smile.

“Yes. Thank you. These are the best gifts we’ve ever given to one another.” Blaine said, expression serious. “But now it’s bedtime.”

“Teeth brushed. Upstairs. Get to it.” Kurt pointed, scooting closer to Blaine.

Blaine watched the stairs until the kids were out of sight and then leaned in. “We’ve got to find those real presents. And then have sex.”

“You mean you don’t wanna rub my nose?” Kurt pouted, leaning in as well.

Blaine kissed his cheek and whispered in a low, sultry voice, “Oh I’ll rub your nose… and your side… and your thighs… and your di…”

“DADDY, NICKY STOLE THE TOOTHPASTE!”

“DADA, I CAN’T REACH THE SINK!”

Kurt sat up, kissing Blaine quickly. “Ten minutes and we can pick up where we’re leaving off right now.”

Blaine reached up, rubbing Kurt’s nose and grinning. “I’ll be waiting, my love.”

“Ah ah ah. You held spawn them; you’ll help get them in bed, my love.”

“Drats.” Blaine mocked his sons, standing up and rolling his neck a few times.

“Told you that you were getting too old to roughhouse.” Kurt sang before running up the stairs.

“You lost your Valentine’s rose petals and candles for that comment!” Blaine called after him.

“Guess I won’t be losing the underwear then!” Kurt whispered loudly, leaning over the top of the stairs.

“Oh, no you don’t.” Blaine ran up after him. “That is not even funny.”

[wbuctdrabbles]

ER

“I want to go home. I’ll be fine.”

“You passed out, Blaine. We aren’t leaving until you see a doctor.”

“David is my doctor.”

“David is in Ohio.” Kurt sighed, running his fingers through Blaine’s sweat matted hair.

“I don’t think the emergency room was necessary. I probably just need some food and I’ll be okay.”

“Your hand is cut open.” Kurt pointed to Blaine’s blood hand which was wrapped in a bloody towel. “So stop arguing with me over this.”

Blaine huffed.

“You’re also sweating a lot and you passed out. What if you got an infection?”

“Yeah I’m pretty sure infection doesn’t happen quick enough to make you pass out within five minutes or else I’d be dead by now.”

There was a knock on the door and then a nurse came in, prattling off Blaine’s vitals.

Kurt’s eyes lit up when the doctor stepped in. “Eric! See, Blaine? Stop being a baby. It’s Eric.”

“Hey, guys.” Eric laughed, smiling widely.

“Do you need anything else, Doctor?” The nurse asked.

“No but I know where to find you if I need you.” Eric said politely, holding the door open for her to leave. Once she was gone and it was shut, he groaned. “I hate new nurses and interns. They kiss ass to the point where you want to fire them right away.”

“Our interns are like that too.” Blaine said, still cradling his hand.

“Ouch. So, what happened?” Eric sat on the rolling chair, scooting it to the end of the bed and taking Blaine’s hand. He carefully peeled the towel back. “Double ouch.”

“Uhm I cut it. It’s not really that bad but Kurt made me come.” Blaine explained.

“You look like you’re sweating and you’re pretty pale.” Eric pointed out. “Do you dislike doctors?”

“It’s nothing personal. Okay, it’s personal to me.” Blaine looked embarrassed.

“Tons of people hate doctors. It’s okay. I understand.” Eric reassured him, surveying his hand. “I’ll get you taken care of. What did you cut yourself with?”

“Dog food can lid.”

“Yeah, we’re going to get a tetanus shot, alright?” Eric said, pulling special glasses out of his coat pocket and then looking down at his hand once more. “It’s pretty deep. This is not bad to you? Would your hand have to be amputated for it to be bad? Geeze.”

“Is this proper bedside manner?” Blaine huffed, although clearly joking.

“See, Blaine.” Kurt hissed. “He passed out too.”

“Sometimes cutting yourself pretty bad can make you pass out. It can be a bit of a shock to the system.” Eric reassured Kurt. “But we’ll get him stitched up and the Tetanus shot will keep him from getting Tetanus.”

“Can you, like, give him antibiotics incase?”

Blaine rolled his eyes.

“No.” Eric laughed. “But if he starts to feel sick or it gets infected, I definitely will. It’s never good to go on antibiotics if you don’t need it because you can build up immunity.”

Kurt nodded.

“I’ll go get the shots.”

“Shots?”

“You’re going to need your wound numb. There is no way you’d still like me if I did your stitches without numbing you first.” Eric promised. “Trust me.”

Blaine sighed and nodded.

…

“Feeling numb?” Eric asked ten minutes later, taking Blaine’s hand and setting it on a small cart.

“Sure.” Blaine said, looking sick.

“Did you eat that fruit cup I brought you?”

“No.”

Eric rolled his eyes and looked for the cup before placing it on the cart. “It’ll give you something to do.”

“You’re not going to have someone hold my hand?”

Eric looked up, clearly fighting a smile. “Do you need someone to hold your hand down? Usually past the age of ten…”

Kurt giggled, kissing Blaine’s cheek.

“Have you ever had stitches, Blaine?” Eric asked.

“Not exactly.”

“Alright well it’s not the most pleasant thing in the world but it’s not the worst either. I’ve got stitches on my leg right now. So just don’t watch me doing it and talk to me, or Kurt, and don’t think about it.”

Blaine nodded, but did not open his mouth to speak.

“When are the babies due again?” Eric asked after threading the needle.

“Ow!” Blaine hissed.

“I’m checking for debris inside the cut. Sometimes little… never mind. Just answer the question, Blaine.” Eric said without looking up from Blaine’s hand.

“Those are weird glasses.”

“I said to not watch me! You’re like this ten year old girl I had this morning who had a hook stuck in her mouth. I’m trying to take the hook out and she’s prattling on about The Amazing Race. What ten year old watches The Amazing Race?” Eric asked. “And they are weird glasses. They’re oddly light too considering how heavy they look.”

“Do you want to try them on after, Blaine?” Kurt teased.

“You’re using a legitimate needle?”

“Now you’re the elderly guy. Next you’ll tell me your skin is too fragile.”

“You have horrible bedside manner.”

“Mr. Anderson-Hummel, I need you to stop talking.” Eric smirked.

Kurt laughed when Blaine huffed.

“So, how’s the new promotion going?” Eric asked when Blaine cringed.

“Oh God there is a needle in my hand.” Blaine looked up at the ceiling.

“How is the new promotion going?” Eric repeated, trying his hardest to not look amused when Kurt squeezed Blaine’s free hand.

“I think you’re about to have a leak.” Blaine gestured his and Kurt’s hands to the ceiling. “Fucking hell, is this necessary? I’ll be fi—ow!”

“Well I can stop, it can get infected, and you could either lose your hand or maybe even your whole life?” Eric said. “Which, really, is it worth all that when you’ve got twins on the way?”

“I hate doctors.” Blaine whimpered.

“Alright so, guys,” Eric said, pronouncing ‘guys’ in the way Alec always did when excited.

Kurt snorted. “He hates you.”

“He married me. He can’t hate me too much.” Eric grinned. “But seriously, you all should come to California with us. We’re going in two months to see family because Alec’s dad is getting back from overseas. Alec’s dad liked you a lot, Kurt.”

Kurt laughed again. “You made him sound like a monster.”

“He is.” Eric whined before going, “Sorry, Blaine.”

“Sorry? Shit. Distract me, distract me.”

“Okay. Okay, I’ve got this. Listen to this, alright? I had to help with an EKG—it’s a heart test—the other day and it was on a woman. They have to undress and you put this cape on them. So, obviously I’m not a woman so it was a girl nurse in there. So she’s got huge boobs. I mean, like, ridiculously huge. And she apparently pulls her bra off and 7 Oreos fall out and she’s got crumbs likeall over her chest and it gets on the floor. So the nurse comes out and she just bursts into laughter and tells me. And we’re both laughing so hard we’re crying because what the hell? And then I have to go in there to actually perform the test and not laugh and I get up to the table and have to kick Oreos under it. Oh my God. Only in America.” Eric said.

Blaine let out a loud laugh.

“But what about her clothes?” Kurt asked, horrified.

“God. You and Alec are too alike. He goes, ‘Was she wearing white?’” Eric rolled his eyes and shook his head, but smiled.

“Have you ever had to work on anything really gross?” Blaine asked. “I mean, grosser than gross?”

“I’m pretty sure you mean gore and I have but if you mean gross gross, last week this homeless man came in. He was really mentally unstable and he had this sore. Oh God. I get sick to my stomach thinking about it.” Eric didn’t look up from Blaine’s hand, which he was half done sewing up. “And it was obviously infected which is why he was at the hospital. Literally there were places where he had barely-there flesh.”

“Because it was infected?”

“Because he had maggots living on his leg.” Eric whispered, glancing up. “It was so disgusting and it smelled rancid. I swear I could smell it for two days. I didn’t eat the whole rest of the day either. Like, when he’d walk, blood and maggots would get on the floor. Ugh.”

Kurt and Blaine both screwed their faces up.

“And I worked on site at that big helicopter crash in Jersey last month. They sent me and a few other doctors. Now that’s gore. It was just depressing, though. Bodies cut in half and junk.” Eric shuddered. “I don’t even like to think about that one.”

“Is it really worse on the full moons?” Kurt asked. “Or is that just a myth?”

“Oh, it’s worse. In fact the last full moon, someone who thought they were turning into a werewolf came in. Turns out they’d done too much pot and were constipated.”

Blaine snorted loudly, almost having forgot about his hand by this point.

“Once these Teen Wolf cosplayers came in. They got overexcited with a crossbow. It went clear through this one girl’s hand. Good times. Personally, I’m waiting for zombies to come in. I’ve watched enough Walking Dead to be sure I’d survive. Alec, on the other hand… Well, he’s a goner.”

“Oh God. You watch that too?” Kurt groaned. “He and Adrian watch it together every Sunday at our apartment. You should come over too.”

“I might have to. Alec judges me when I get excited for zombie deaths.” Eric laughed. “How are you holding up, Blaine?”

“Like… It was through her hand? How’d you get it out?” Blaine looked queasy.

“Well we had to saw off the tips and then round them off so we could pull it through her hand. Then they had to do some reconstructive surgery. I don’t know what kind of cosplayers use real weapons but whatever floats their boat.” Eric glanced up when a man walked in.

“Your husband is here.” The man said.

“Can you tell him I’ll be out in about five minutes?” Eric asked.

“He can come in.” Blaine interrupted. He knew Alec well enough to not really care if Alec saw him getting stitches.

“Or can you tell him to come in?” Eric asked.

“Of course.”

“He needs a job. He’s always here.” Eric muttered after the door closed again.

“He lost it?” Blaine asked.

“His boss said something anti-marines and Alec walked out.” Eric shook his head. “He’s very opinionated.”

“Who is opinionated?” Alec asked, walking into the room. “Oh, you’re with—Oh! Ouch. What happened, Blaine?”

“Dog food can lid.” Blaine winced, glancing down at his hand.

“Almost done with the stitches.” Eric promised.

“You’d probably be done by now if you didn’t talk so much.” Blaine joked.

“Eric, have you been talking more than fixing?” Alec rolled his eyes.

“Yes, father.” Eric rolled his eyes, tying the stitches off. “Okay. I’m going to get the bandages now.”

The door opened again.

“No, I’m going on lunch.” Eric said, walking to the counter and pulling out gauze. “I was supposed to two hours ago”

“Don’t worry. It’s not that.” A doctor that was about Eric’s age walked over to him, whispering something in his ear that Blaine wasn’t able to make out.

Eric looked horrified. “When? Last night?”

“Yeah.”

“Damnit! I just need to live here! I always miss stuff!” Eric exclaimed. “So it was like that woman in New Zealand?

The other guy nodded. “Exactly.”

“It’s probably a good thing I wasn’t here. Whenever it’s sex related stuff, I keep having to excuse myself to giggle or resist the urge to judge them.” Eric shrugged. “But she is okay, right?

“Yeah. They gave her some medicine and she’s got feeling in her arm again.” The guy waved before leaving the room. “See you tomorrow, Eric!”

“That must have been some hickey.” Eric snorted, going back to Blaine.

“What happened?” Alec arched his eyebrow. “Will I be sorry for asking?”

“Probably but did you know that if you have a bad enough hickey, it can cause a stroke?” Eric asked, cutting some guaze off of the roll and setting it on his tray.

“Uh… no?”

“Well you can. It happened in 2011 in New Zealand and it happened again last night, apparently. The pressure caused a clot under her artery and it moved into her heart, so she had a partial stroke.”

“Eric, isn’t this breaking doctor-patient confidentiality?” Alec questioned.

“You say that every time I talk about this stuff just because you don’t want to hear it.” Eric rolled his eyes and then looked at Blaine. “Hold your hand right here for me… yeah, good.”

“Is that really possible, though?” Kurt looked doubtful.

“You’d be surprised the sex injuries you see in a hospital. We have people come in twice a day with something they’ve inserted and can’t… uhm… uninsert. It’s like people don’t know what lube is anymore.” Eric wrapped gauze around Blaine’s hand and then fastened it with a little metal clip. “Try to keep it dry for a few days. You can get David to take them out in about ten days. And don’t worry about paying up front. You’re covered.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” Eric nodded, smiling. “Be careful with metal stuff, though. I’m sure you’re fine but if you experience any stiffness in your neck, jaw, or other muscle get back here. Also difficulty swallowing, jaw spasms, muscle contractions, irritability. But, again, I’m sure you’re good.”

“Alright. Thanks.” Blaine pulled his jacket on carefully with Kurt’s help.

“Kurt, make sure he takes it easy.” Eric called.

“No dishes duty. HA!” Blaine stuck out his tongue. “Doctor’s orders.”

“Ever heard of rubber gloves and a rubber band around the wrist?” Alec snorted.

“Sir, I don’t think you’re allowed in my patient’s room. Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to leave. Sir!” Eric pointed at the door.

Both Kurt and Blaine laughed as Alec glared daggers at Eric.

“Sometimes he hates me.” Eric informed them.

“Sometimes he forgets he’s thirty-two.” Alec retorted.

“I’m thirty-one.” Eric looked highly offended. “And you’re not that far behind,Alec.”

“You take that back right now, old man!” Alec raised his arm to hit Eric.

“Oh, please try. I’ll pay you to try.” Eric grinned. “Please do it.”

“No. No worries. I’ll just call my dad.”

Eric scowled. “I don’t think I want you to have lunch with me anymore. You’re mean.”

Kurt and Blaine both laughed again.

“Please don’t encourage him.” Alec massaged his forehead.  

“Are you sure we don’t need to pay?” Blaine asked again.

Eric nodded. “Don’t worry about it. Seriously. You’re good.”

“Well you two should come to dinner tonight. Kurt’s making baked chicken. It’samazing.” Blaine offered. “If you get off early enough, that is.”

“Sold. I don’t turn down free food.” Alec chirped. “We’ll just have to make sure we don’t stay too late. Big snow apparently.”

“You live within walking distance of your apartment.” Kurt pointed out.

“He likes to play in the snow. It’s really kind of cute.” Eric cooed, pinching Alec’s cheek.

Alec swatted his hand away. “Let’s go get your lunch before someone starts decoding and you have to get back to work.”

“Coding.” Eric laughed. “He is right, though. I’m starving. We’ll be over for dinner around six? Seven?”

“You can come whenever you want but it probably won’t be done until seven.” Kurt smiled. “Thanks, Eric.”

“No problem.” Eric reached in his jacket, pulling out a Band-Aid and handing it to Blaine. “Way to be a trooper, hotshot.”

Blaine rolled his eyes as they walked out but Eric clearly heard him go, “Hey! It’s Avengers! Cool!” before the door shut.

“If you two would spend time alone together, I’m pretty sure you’d end up best friends.” Alec informed Eric, grabbing his arm and pulling him out of the room in the other direction.

“I’m pretty sure you’re right.”

[sar--bear]

Makes me sad when I tell my friends to hang out with me when they come back and then they forget or don't have time for me.

[johnnyh0pkins-blog]

My freshman year of high school I had the biggest crush on this senior. He was a total bro lol. He was the hottest guy ever. We always checked each other out then after adding each other online and exchanging numbers we hung out. He drove this big lifted truck and he drove me around and we just had a lot of fun, joking and laughing. We were sitting in his truck one day and I saw that he had scars on his wrist. Like, real deal scars. He told me that he tried to kill himself a few years before. I was shocked. This funny outgoing handsome boy went through a horrible dark time and he felt the need to end it all. I showed him my scars too. Later that night while he was driving me home he told me that if I ever needed him, even if it was 3am, he would go pick me up, come over, whatever. Just be there for me. I don’t think ill ever forget him. Okay that’s all story time over.

[sassy-nurse]

Nurse's Announcement

So so mothafucka up in hurr is back on stabbin mode and it aint cute, let me tell you. this bitchass just stabbed some sadass ho named Alec Davis or some shit and he's like dead and shit, but not really cause he still breathin, ya know what i'm sayin? AN.Y.WAYS. He gots himself like, a second breathin tube or some shit cause he gots a bigass stab in his neck an shit and we ain't even sure how that shit missed his jugular or whatever. And then his stomach is all cut to shit and looks like motherfuckin ronald mcdonald ran over this bitch with a tractor trailer i mean srsly. what the actual fuq. 

Marley, you sadistic ass bitch.