fine time to fake a seizure... || adam + elijah
Normally Adam would not mind having his sleep interrupted - in fact he'd be really grateful for it. But since he started putting more work into finding ways to prevent the hell-induced nightmares affecting so many, he's been approaching naps with less anxiety and more interest, even though many of his experiments so far have been unsuccessful. Like, all of them.
This time, though, he's been out for around two hours when his door is knocked on and there hasn't been a hint of a dream, bad or otherwise. Groggily peering at the door like he expects it to account for itself, the kid rolls out of bed after a moment and finds a t-shirt to pull on then grumbles his way to open it. The person revealed is unexpected enough that his brain doesn't immediately supply him with words. "Oh. Elijah." Well, okay. Maybe this is worth waking up for. Realizing that the guy is looking markedly less cheerful than during his last visit, things finally start to process. "You're bleeding...and you probably knew that already. Sorry, just woke up." Stepping back, he opens the door more and motions with his free hand. "C'mon in."
elijahhasabat:
Sometimes having just a bat was dangerous. Like, giant cut that bleeds profusely over everything, dangerous. He doesn't really know how he manages it but he finds his way to the hotel and drags himself up the stairs to the floor where Nurse Sexy resides. It's blurry and things are double but Elijah is very happy to see Adam open the door finally. He grimaces at the obvious statement. "Can't I just fall on the floor now? I really don't think walking is helping my awareness," he muttered as he staggered into the room.
If there's anything that can make Adam go from zero to alert in a matter of seconds, it's this sort of situation. At least here, he knows what needs doing and knows how to do it. Noticing the way Elijah stumbles, he takes the guy's uninjured arm and leads him towards the little table near the mini-bar. "Sitting down would be more convenient for me, but suit yourself." Even as he says it, though, he's guiding him to sit down. It's difficult to tell exactly how bad the wound is among all the blood, but Adam leans over to scrutinize it, plucking at the material of Elijah's shirt. "Can you get this off without hurting yourself, or do I need to cut it?" Straightening while he waits for an answer, he goes to collect general first-aid supplies and a towel, which he spreads on the table as a makeshift operating surface.
Reluctantly, Elijah strips his shirt off. A soft but constant stream of 'ow' passes his lips while moving. It's a coping mechanism, at least that's what he's gonna call it. "I'm going to need a lot of booze if you plan to stitch it up... I'm really fucking terrified of needles, Adam." Just the thought made his stomach churn and he had to look to the floor and breathe deeply. "I really wish you could just kiss it better and then magically it would go away..."
Returning to the table with an armful of necessities, Adam piles them all haphazardly on it, inspecting the wound again, scowling some in sympathy. "Damn. That's a mess." Which unfortunately means that yeah, he'll have to stitch it. So he looks around, finding a half-empty bottle of rum, which he passes to Elijah before dragging another chair over to sit down. Alcohol does thin the blood, but not enough to make a difference before he gets done. "Sadly I never got far enough in my studies to master the magical-healing-kiss technique. But I can make sure it doesn't hurt. You probably wanna look in another direction for a minute." Because he's hunting down a small bottle of anesthetic from the stuff on the table and puncturing the lid with a syringe to fill it with the liquid.
Elijah whimpered, not caring he sounded like a giant baby. It's a little difficult to get the bottle open but he takes three huge gulps of it before taking a breath. He nods softly and looks to the side away from his arm. God damned crazy people. Not only did they damage his bat but him as well. "Just hurry," he mumbled, knowing in the back of his mind that a needle was about to be a very prominent object soon.
Adam might not have the world's best bedside manner, but he's not about to mock Elijah's unnecessary fear. "I'll do my best." Leaning in, he cleans the area perfunctorily with some gauze before taking up the syringe; rather than immediately administering a shot, he uses it to spray a portion of the anesthetic directly into the jagged wound. Given a few moments to work, it should numb the area enough that the following shots won't even be felt; in turn those will ensure the stitching isn't painful. Adam cleans the area more completely while waiting for the drugs seep into the tissue, throwing a brief glance at Elijah's face. "What got you, anyway? I didn't get the impression that you're the sort to go looking for a fight."
Elijah did not like waiting for impending pain. It made him want to throw up. The feeling of liquid on his cut made him want to look but instead he whined again, curling and uncurling his fist on the knee of his pants. Then he could barely feel it. Like nothing was wrong. Elijah still couldn't look though. "I, uhm, Well... I needed more essentials and I thought the place was clear and I got jumped. There was two huge lumber jack looking guys and this little girl. The little one had a damn big knife. I almost broke my bat on one of the bigger one's skulls... I might need a new one. But the girl got me good when I tried to escape through the stock room..."
Once he's got the area mostly clean (it's still bleeding, but he can work around that), Adam experimentally pokes at the wound, watching Elijah's expression again. "Feel that?" Judging by the lack of reaction, he imagines not, but it's best to double-check. Once it's confirmed, he actually gets to work, applying the rest of the anesthetic with a couple of shots then taking up one of the curved suture needles and threading it. While distracted by this work, Adam's listening to that explanation, sympathetic scowl becoming more pronounced as it goes on. He lets the silence stretch for a couple seconds after Elijah goes quiet, before replying, noticeably subdued. "Just people, then. That's always the worst. I'd take anything else over that." He doesn't ask what became of them; he can guess, but he'd rather not. After a moment, something else penetrates, and he looks up from his careful stitching briefly. "Did you say your bat? Like, a baseball bat?"
Elijah frowned a little. "There are other things?" Of course he knew of some things. Like demons, Angels, werewolves but that was all from the website he'd trolled before stumbling upon mention of the Winchesters. His leg bounced softly, curious as to what Adam has encountered before and if he was done yet. Elijah opened his mouth to ask if they were close to done when Adam spoke. "Well... Yeah. An actual baseball bat. It's really all I have besides two hunting knives and a switch blade. But they aren't as good as my bat."
Again, Adam pauses his work for a second to glance at Elijah, trying to decide if that's a real question. "Yeah..." Presumably people still exist who aren't aware of the supernatural, but Adam wouldn't expect to find any of them in this town. The place is more affected by whatever the Hell (literally) is going on than most, and that means over-run with inhuman creatures. But he's distracted again when Elijah confirms that he uses a bat to take people out, shaking his head with horrified awe and turning back to the sutures. "It's...well, nothing makes it easy, but maybe it's a little less traumatic if you just shoot them, y'know. Plus they have trouble getting close enough to carve you up that way."
Elijah frowned a little. He knew that killing was hard. Gods how he knew the difficulty it brought. "I don't know how to shoot a gun. Neither do I own nor want to own one. It could be easily used against me..." Elijah didn't really care a lot for guns. He knew they were easier to use and carry around but by now... No he still wasn't used to the sounds, smell or feeling of bones and carnage being created by his bat. "Maybe I'll try to learn one day," he relented softly.
That defense gets a distracted motion somewhere between a nod and a shrug in return. "It could, but anyone who might want to shoot you is probably already armed. I was kinda against them when I...well, before, but there's been times now that I'm really glad I learned." But he doesn't need to give the guy a lecture; plainly Elijah does well enough with his bat. So instead he just adds without much emphasis: "If you decide to, I could show you how. We even set up a firing range in the basement." Finishing the last of the sutures, Adam knots the surgical thread deftly, then has to hunt through the pile of supplies for scissors. "You got any other injuries?"
Elijah nodded. "That'd be nice. I'd rather learn from you than a stranger," he said as he fiddled with the hole in his pants. He didn't have any other injuries but... A cheeky smile crossed his features. "My mouth hurts, will you kiss it better?" Elijah couldn't help the small smile on his face as he glanced to Adam, pointedly avoiding looking at his arm.
It's a little surprising to know he's not thought of as a stranger, but it's a pleasant surprise, and true enough: with the world in its current state, friends or allies are usually made quickly. And usually lost quickly as well. The thought makes Adam scowl slightly as he tries to push it from his mind, finally finding the scissors and snipping the excess thread. Then Elijah responds and the scowl is replaced by a brief blankness, which in turn only lasts until Adam glances up to meet the other guy's look. Then he's fighting a grin, without much hope of conquering it. "I guess I should take it as a compliment that you're still able to flirt after that, with your terror of needles."
Elijah chuckles a little. "You're kidding right?" Did Adam not pay attention at all the last time they hung out? "Wait... Do you think that I'm just flirting with you for fun?" He asked softly. That kind of made him feel like a jerk but he knew he would never do that. Especially since it was a lot for him to even be able to say half the things he's already said to Adam. "You know I really do like you..." Elijah's face was slightly red but he tried to ignore it. "Maybe I should shut up, huh?" He gave a half smile as he looked away.
Adam gives another small half-shrug for the first question and busies himself cleaning up, dismantling the hypodermic and putting the parts, along with the needle he used, in a jar of sterilizing fluid; he's grateful for the tasks because he knows he'd be fidgeting otherwise. "Well, you seem to have fun doing it...but no, I didn't think that." While the guy was notably inebriated when they spent time together before, he didn't seem the type for frivolous teasing. "I just...well, let's say taking compliments gracefully isn't one of my many charms. That doesn't mean you need to stop, though." A brief, self-depreciating smirk flashes across his face. Realizing he's pointlessly folding and re-folding the blood-spattered towel, Adam forcibly stops his hands and instead stands up to toss it across to a small laundry pile. Then he looks back to Elijah, nodding towards his injured arm. "You wanna clean up before I bandage that?"
Elijah listened to Adam, smiling a little. "I could tell and I don't plan on it. Why be lonely when I can be around you?" He tried to play that off as a line, but he meant it. He'd much rather be in Adam's company lately then staring at his fort of computers or murdering digital baddies. His attention diverts to his arm and he makes a soft gagging noise involuntarily. "C-Could you?" He mutters, looking away now that he's paler than before.
The question could easily be taken as playful, but the sincerity is apparent enough that a more lasting smile forms on the kid's face. It was probably rhetorical, too, but Adam answers in the same maybe-playful tone: "I can't think of a single reason." The way the blood drains from Elijah's face is obvious, and that retching noise makes Adam scowl in concern. "Yeah, 'course. Can you make it to the bathroom or are you gonna collapse if you try to stand up?" He rounds the table himself, extending a hand to help Elijah to his feet, if he is in fact capable of gaining them.
Elijah rolled his eyes a little at Adam. "And I could probably think of 100 to counter it." He glanced at Adam's hand and took a deep breath. Elijah could stand, sort of. He wobbled a little but held tightly to Adam's hand with his uninjured one. Once he was steady he slowly released Adam's hand only to move his own up to the other's face. Before he could chicken out, Elijah leaned forward to press his lips to Adam's in a soft kiss.
Not having actually expected Elijah to be so unsteady on his feet, Adam instinctively grasps the guy's uninjured arm to keep him from reeling more. Not for the first time, he considers relocating to a lower floor of the hotel, just so people don't leak away extra blood climbing the stairs. Once he seems more securely upright, the grip on that arm relaxes a bit. Adam glances up to ask if the guy is all right, but...oh. It isn't unexpected at all, but when that mouth covers his own, the kid still tenses slightly. That only lasts a second or two before easing, and he leans towards Elijah, free hand coming up to curl gingerly around the back of his neck.
Elijah contemplates that he's overstepped when he feels Adam tense but then he's being kissed back and all thought outside of the action is gone. Carefully he shuffles a little closer, so his chest barely brushes against Adam's before the need to breathe burns at his lungs. Elijah pulled back a little, a stupidly goofy smile on his face. "For a moment, before I got here, I was sure I was going to die of blood loss... So I promised myself I'd learn what it's like to kiss you before anything bad happens again."
Though it's been a while since he's kissed anyone (well, not counting heavenly delusions), instinct fills in for lack of habituation well enough so that when he feels Elijah drawing away, the hand around the back of his neck tightens momentarily as if to prevent him. Only for a second, though; then Adam nips at the guy's lower lip and leans away. Watching him thoughtfully for a moment, those words make one corner of his mouth quirk upwards. "And you said all your pick-up lines were shitty." Leaning away a bit more, he looks him over with a more clinical interest and shakes his head. "You did lose a lot of blood, though." A good portion of it seems to still be on him, for all the good that does, and there's splatters of the stuff on his face and clothes that Adam imagines came from someone else. "C'mon, you're a mess." Using the hand still gripping Elijah's arm, he guides him to the bathroom.
Elijah shivers when he feels the nip to his lip. He's also pretty sure his face is bright red despite the smile. "If that really worked compared to anything else then I've got to be dead," he joked softly. He almost wants to kiss Adam again, to turn off the worry and doctor drive in him but he doesn't, not yet anyways. He simply follows Adam to the bathroom. "Need me to strip for you?" He teased with a wink.
That shiver doesn't go unnoticed; it makes the smirk threaten to widen into a grin. "You're not. I checked." Turning off the triage instinct would likely be too big a task for Elijah to accomplish in his current state, so not trying is the smarter choice. Directing the guy to lean against the counter, Adam wets a washcloth - a shower would be better, but the ‘patient’ is obviously too wobbly for that. There's a faint snort of amusement for that teasing offer. "Not just this second. Probably oughta avoid strenuous activity for a while, y'know." Starting with the injured arm, since it's the bloodiest, Adam uses that cloth to gingerly clean the skin. By the time he's done with the appendage the cloth is covered in enough blood that he doesn't even bother rinsing it, only tossing it in the sink and acquiring a second one.
Elijah chuckled. "Good because I'm very sure I'd fall on my ass in a very unsexy way." He can't watch as Adam wipes at his arm, the stitches and angry red skin make it all too real for him to handle yet. Elijah does however look at the washcloth with disdain. So much blood and there's still some plastered onto his skin that soaked through his shirt. Even some in his hair and on his face that he hadn't noticed till now. "Think I can crash with you for a little while? I promise to keep my good hand to myself."
"And then you'd have a bruised tailbone on top of everything else." Back to the typical focused mode, he tilts Elijah's chin with the back of his free hand to clean the few splatters of blood from his face - there might be some in his hair, too, but Adam decides it's best not to mention that or investigate more until the guy is capable of showering - before moving onto the mostly dried smudges on his chest. An eyebrow lifts as he glances up. "If you're trying to be persuasive, that's not the way to do it. Of course you can stay." Leaning over, he rinses out the washcloth to start over. "Being all alone on the edge of the town is dangerous enough even when you're not incapacitated."
Elijah let Adam move his head as he needed, humming softly at the almost soothing cleaning of blood from his skin. He grinned a little and shook his head. "I was just saying I wouldn't get all in your space without permission. Unless you wanted to kiss more, then I claim no control over my good arm or hand." Elijah knew he was asking for trouble if he went home just yet, especially alone. "Maybe tomorrow you can drive with me out there, get away from here and help me make sure my home didn't get looted."
Finishing cleaning Elijah's chest, Adam half-steps back to look for anything he missed, only finding another small splatter on his neck. "Ahh. Nice of you to be so considerate of my virtue." Though he sounds entirely sincere about it, he has trouble getting that out without grinning and has to bite at his lower lip to prevent it from forming afterwards. Tossing the second cloth into the sink as well, he turns the faucet on to soak them - the blood will surely stain either way, but maybe a little less this way. "That'd be nice. It's been a minute since I've left the building, my brother's kind of a dick about it."
"Anything for you," he returned, smirking at Adam. He could tell that he wanted to laugh and honestly, Elijah wouldn't have minded. A glance to the soaking clothes makes him grimace a little before focusing on Adam again. "Really? You're not a kid... Will he even let you leave with me then? Or do I have to sneak you out because I can totally do that." It actually sounded fun. Trying to sneak Adam out like they were in high school and trying to meet up to drink or screw around.
"Careful, I might hold you to that." The grin finally wins through after he says that, so he turns to wash and dry his hands, partially hiding the expression. "Yeah, tell him that. But no, I'm sure I can go - easier to apologize afterward, anyway, than tell him beforehand." Maybe his conscience pricks him, because he feels compelled to add: "He's not that bad about it, really. Just I have a propensity for getting myself into situations, and...I'm not great at killing things, yet." Which is something of an understatement, in both cases. Setting the towel aside, he turns back to Elijah and looks him over thoughtfully. "Do you want to borrow some clothes?"
"You can hold me to you instead," he said with a soft laugh. A look of concern crossed his face and since Adam wasn't looking, Elijah doesn't have to hide it. A twinge of minuscule jealousy poked at him but Elijah's family had gone crazy so there was no use dwelling on it at all. When Adam looks at him again, Elijah reaches out to hold his hand. "I suck at killings things obviously," he mumbled softly before nodding. "If that's okay. If not, I don't mind chilling in my boxers."
That actually gets a faint laugh from Adam, as well. "There's the suave innuendo I remember." He didn't lose any family members to the crazy, but having lost his mother in an incredibly traumatic way - and having been lacking any other family for so long - he's definitely grateful for the recently acquired brothers. Even if one of them is kind of a dick about stuff. "You lived through it, at least. Can't be that bad at it." He lets Elijah take his hand, long fingers curling over the back of his in turn and squeezing reassuringly, heading back into the other room. "Probably better not. Never know when I might get more walking wounded visitors. Then again, it might be a good distraction if they do..." He tilts his head like he's actually considering it, but undoubtedly he isn't sincere.
Elijah can feel a blush start and move toward his bare chest as Adam looked at him. "Do you really get a lot of visitors that bleed profusely? I need to step up my game." He responded, to try and pretend he was only blushing because he might be slightly cold. "So are you still wanting to bandage this?" Elijah asks, gesturing to his arm with a jerk of his head. "We can take a nap after, right?"
Adam begins to answer that question, but the following statement makes him pause, giving the other guy an admonishing look from widened eyes. "Don't. You don't need to get yourself injured just to have an excuse to visit." Probably Elijah was only joking about that, and Adam's own tone seems serious, it could just as easily be facetious. "No, there really aren't that many...more than enough, though." He nods for the following question, then motions to the bed in invitation. "Yeah, it needs a bandage, but you can nap while I do it if you want." He's a little surprised by the suggestion, since it seems napping is no one's favorite pastime anymore, but he doesn't bring that up. Probably it's only an excuse to get him into bed, and he's absolutely okay with that.
Elijah blinked at Adam a little, feeling bad for seemingly upsetting him. "I know, sorry that was a really callous thing to say." He had only been kidding about napping, he would prefer to just lay and relax with Adam. "I'm not really tired, so I'll just sit here, make it easier on you," he amended softly as he shifted about a little in the chair.
That response makes Adam arch an eyebrow. "It wasn't that bad. And I didn't really think you'd get yourself beat up again so you could come see me." It isn't the first time recently that someone has taken flippant or sardonic words as earnest - people who know him well can usually tell the difference, but there's no one left who knows him well. No point trying to explain that now. He finds the roll of bandaging on the table, but shakes his head at Elijah's following words. "You really ought to lie down, actually. I don't think you lost enough blood for...that, thing, the kinda shock you get from massive bloodloss..." Unable to recall the precise medical term, he waves a hand descriptively and gives it up. "Whatever it is. But you lost enough, it'll help to lie down. You should eat too, but I doubt you got much of an appetite right now."
Elijah sighed and nodded at Adam. "Okay, I can lay down, but I'm actually not tired. And you'd be right about not hungry too." He carefully moved over to the bed and laid down softly. "Hurry up and cuddle me."
The demand makes Adam snort in amusement. "You remind me why calling a person needing medical attention 'patient' is an oxymoron." He unearths a clean pair of pajama pants for the guy to change into, since it seems lots of lying around is in the immediate future, before crossing to sit on the edge of the bed. Reaching across to position the injured arm for bandaging, somehow he ends up planting his own forearm on the mattress and leaning closer than intended. Without thought, his head dips and he closes his teeth almost delicately around Elijah's lower lip.
He watched him lean closer, relaxing at the closeness. Though the movement of his arm kind of made him flinch and glance toward it. That's why he didn't notice just how close Adam was until there were teeth closing around his lip. Before he could stop it, a moan left his lips.
The noise from Elijah makes him grin a bit, which in turn results in the bite becoming harder, sharper, but the pressure eases off soon enough. Adam starts to suck slowly on the trapped flesh while the hand against the bed moves, curving around the nape of the other guy's neck once more, thumb brushing back and forth over the sensitive skin beneath one ear. This wasn't exactly a plan, though he had been intrigued by the way Elijah shivered when he used his teeth before, but it at least seems an effective distraction.
Elijah can't help the noises now, or the way his body shifts and arches as the bite becomes harder. Damn Adam. He trembles when Adam starts to suck on his lip. Elijah is doomed. He can already feel blood running south and he can't help but moan again. His good hand reaches out to find purchase against Adam's side before sliding down to slip under his shirt. Fingers dance over the warm skin, teasing and caressing.
Those suggestive sounds and movements are almost too effective a distraction, and the hand against his bare skin is even moreso, causing him to shiver pleasantly and give a quiet noise of his own, a groan that gets trapped in his throat. He retracts his teeth from Elijah's lip, but only backs away minutely before leaning back in and covering the other mouth with his own, his tongue immediately snaking out, soothing the faint indentations his teeth left in the sensitive flesh.
Elijah can barely even remember that his other arm is out of commission but he still doesn't move it. No, he grips at Adam with his good arm, pulling him closer without hurting himself. The minute he feels Adam's teeth release his lip, Elijah whines softly. Though the noise doesn't last long as he feels a tongue slide along the marks. Without hesitation, Elijah's lips part and his own tongue slides out to gently move against Adam's.
Something behind Adam's breastbone catches in reaction to that quiet whine, the hand around the nape of Elijah's neck flexes in response, and he angles his head to the side to deepen the kiss, using the tip of his own tongue to trace along the outside edges of the other playfully. He shifts his weight to free up the opposite hand (there was a roll of bandaging in it, but it's been thoughtlessly discarded somewhere) which moves to the Elijah's side, long fingers splaying across his ribs.
A shiver runs through him as Adam's hand touches his skin. It's warm and soft and makes him ache a little. Okay more than a little, a lot. His head was a little dizzy but he continued kissing Adam like he needed him to breathe. He had noticed Adam had shifted himself until his hips arched a little and he felt the other above him. Another soft whimper because this was torture.
Though not as vocal as Elijah about his enjoyment, Adam can't quite help releasing another deep groan. Feeling the way he arches, the hand on his side edges beneath him and drifts towards the small of his back. As pleasant as it is, Adam also notices the contrast in temperature between his own skin and Elijah's; the guy is markedly colder than he ought to be, and Adam struggles with his sense of (semi)professional duty briefly, then regretfully draws away from Elijah's mouth. Dropping his head to rest on one of his collarbones, for a moment it's all he can do to breathe, regardless of the knowledge that he needs to finish his job - and the knowledge that this is not the best activity for someone in Elijah's condition.
When Adam stops and pulls away, Elijah gripped at him a little more. He didn't want to stop and he whined about it. "Adam," he said breathlessly, nosing at the side of his head a little. His arm gently holds Adam close as he calms down some but he's still shivering some. "M'alittle cold," he murmured as he held a little tighter to Adam. "By the way, that is going to happen again. Hopefully soon."
The way the guy grips at him and the way he says his name - Adam has to bite down on his own lip, this time, to resist the urge to go right back to what he was doing. His hands tighten their grasp thoughtlessly in return, but Elijah's next words remind him of his purpose. "You're more than a little cold." He might ask about other symptoms, but since dizziness, rapid breathing, and general weakness are the most common ones...hell, Adam is experiencing those, right now. With a supreme exertion of will, the kid forces himself to sit back and retrieve the bandaging, Elijah's words making a smirk appear briefly. "As soon as you're not at risk of hypovolemic shock - hah, I remembered it." As if Elijah gives a damn that he recalls the exact medical term.
Elijah frowned. What did he mean by... Oh. Blood he had lost. Oops. He sighed as Adam sat up, not that the view was bad or unwanted but all he wanted was to kiss and hold Adam not worry about his stupid arm. His stupid arm that he got injured all because he couldn't handle a supply trip. He blinked at the word than smiled at Adam. "Good job, Nurse Sexy." He teased softly.
For that mocking praise, Adam gives a wide smile, bright and false as brass - but faking it comes a hell of a lot easier than usual, and once even once it fades the corners of his mouth remain upturned like he's forgotten it's there. The bandaging doesn't take much time or attention, though he's as careful with it as he'd been with everything else, securing the gauze with a strip of tape. It seems imperative to get away from Elijah, if only for a moment, before he crawls over the guy completely and picks right back up and to hell with hypovolemic fucking shock, so Adam offers the clean pants he'd found by setting them on Elijah's stomach, then stands up with the explanation: "I'm gonna get the light." Right now, lying about lazily and affectionate sounds nearly as good as whatever else he might be tempted to do, with the added bonus that the guy might not suddenly lose consciousness.
Elijah frowned at the pants. "I have one arm," he whined softly as he shift to try and stand without wanting to fall over. It took him some moments to put the pants on then he carefully rolled onto his good side and pouted at Adam. All he wanted was kisses and to be close. That and he didn't mind light, kept inner demons away. At least he pretended it did. When the dark engulfed the room, Elijah shuffled around. "Gonna sing me a lullaby?" He teased.
For that whine and what it suggests, Adam's face goes remarkably blank. "You're not honestly asking me to take your pants off for you. Like this isn't tough enough already." It's a little joking, but only a very little. Continuing on his course, he flips the light off; there's enough sunlight edging around the curtains that the room isn't completely dark, only pleasantly dim. He has to steel himself before returning to the bed, because it is difficult to behave, and he doubts it's going to get easier - but the kid's pretty sure it's worth it. That request draws a low laugh from Adam as he draws back the rumpled duvet and stretches out beneath it. "Nah, you've suffered enough for today, you don't need to hear me sing." Pushing the blanket back farther with one hand, he stretches across to curl the other around Elijah's side and draw him beneath that cover, too. "C'mere, you're freezing. 's an order."
Elijah pouted more. "No, I wasn't but help putting them on would have been nice," he mumbled with a hidden satisfactory smirk. Good Adam was still as needy as he was. Very good. They can suffer together. He obliges Adam, scooting closer until he can rest his head on the other's chest. "M'not that cold. Just chilled. You're lucky I like your face enough to let you order me around."
Adam only snorts quietly; obviously helping him put pants on wouldn't be much easier, since that would mean he'd be pantsless to start with. But this is a conversation he should probably stay away from for the time being. Looping the arm around Elijah's back when he's close enough and tugging the blanket up to cover him, his mouth crooks up on one side at the sass. "And this is the thanks I get for taking care of you." He doesn't sound like he minds too much. It's hard to be bothered by anything at the moment. The duvet tucked in comfortably, Adam's free hand returns to the nape of the other guy's neck, thumb lightly stroking down the side of his throat. Much belated, he adds: "Only my face?"
Elijah chuckled softly. "Would you have let me bleed out though? I think I thanked you very sufficiently earlier." Of course he was referring to the heated making out that got rudely interrupted by his stupid arm and lack of blood. A shiver runs down his spine at the hand on his neck and the thumb stroking his skin. Weakness number two was his neck. His eyes flutter a little but more out of being comfortable than being tired. "Mmm not just your face but I didn't get to explore very much. So disappointing."
Adam gives a noncommital sort of hum. "You wouldn't have bled out anyway. Came pretty close to nicking your brachial artery, but it was in tact." Which wasn't exactly the question, but it's whatever. That Adam wouldn't have let him bleed out goes without saying. The following question makes him smirk a little more broadly. "Pretty self-serving way of saying 'thank you'." He notes the way Elijah shivers, not sure if it's because of what he's doing or just a side-effect of being down quite a bit of blood, but he definitely files it away for further experimentation. As there's no reason not to, he also lets his eyes drop closed, sinking into the mattress more and just enjoying the other guy's proximity despite any frustration. "So you want me for my brain, is what you're saying."
Elijah is not relieved by the information. He just frowns in the dark, curling closer to Adam. "Yeah, but you know you want more." He teased softly as he took a deep breath and melted into the embrace. "Of course. Intelligence is sexy. Hearing you say hypovolemic makes my blood boil. Instant boner alert." A soft laugh left him before he yawned a little. "You do anything besides be smart and own a gun?"
It's not reassuring information; at least Adam doesn't add the part where he'd die anyway from some side effect of losing so much blood, rather than the blood loss itself. The only response he's got for that first statement is an exaggerrated, long-suffering sigh, like, don't fucking remind me, but he turns in towards Elijah a tiny bit more, tucking the guy's head beneath his chin. It's been a very long while since Adam's been this comfortably close to anyone, it's nearly enough to make him forget how the world is falling apart - a distraction he has no desire to fight. When Elijah goes on, he makes a peculiar choking noise as he bites back laughter, waiting until he can control it to reply - in a very serious, solicitous tone: "That's not good. Experiencing either pyrexia or priapism while suffering from hypovolemia could be really dangerous." And, dammit, he can't even get all of that out without his voice shaking with amusement. He ducks his head a bit more, grinning irrepressibly, and skritches his nails gently over Elijah's neck until he regains enough composure to answer the next question more normally. "I used to, but no, lately that's about it. I read and I shoot and I sew people back together and I try to avoid falling asleep. What about you? How do you pass the time in your stolen old lady house?"
Elijah can't help but giggle at Adam's weird noise. He knows he's trying to remain serious but then he starts spouting more words Elijah has never even read let alone heard before. It's hysterical really and just to go along with it, Elijah playfully moves his hips against Adam. "Oh baby, talk medical to me," he fake moans before a real one tumbles out due to the nails scritching at his neck. The avoid sleeping thing hits home and Elijah sighs softly. "I play video games on one of my 17 monitors, I hack the government to find contingency plans and I eat M& M's until I have a stomachache. Aside from getting attacked and hitting things with my bat."
"Ahh --!" It's not exactly a pleased noise, nor exactly panicked, somewhere in between; Adam startles a bit, just a twitch really, for the sudden 'playful' movement, and the arm around Elijah's back tightens convulsively as if to restrain him. "That's dangerous, too." As is the sound of that moan and, really, Adam is sure that this is not the path to quick recovery at all. But like hell is he going to move away. He is relieved, in a way, when the conversation turns in a different direction. "...wow. Your life's almost as exciting as mine." Honestly, life is a little too exciting at times, which is why he spends so much time holed up in this damn hotel reading and shooting et c. et c. Elijah chuckled as he curled and settled against Adam again. "No it's not. It's fun and distracting," he said around a yawn. He shrugged his good shoulder a little. "My life sucks," mumbled Elijah as he closed his eyes again. "Mmmm not gonna leave right?" He didn't want to sleep if he was going to end up alone.
Fun. What a novel concept. Adam can't argue with that, but agreeing at the current moment is not the best idea, either. He can tell Elijah is fading out, and - obvious risks of nightmares aside - it's the better path to recovery. Moving the hand from his neck to lightly pet through his hair, instead, he gives a quiet hum of agreement. "Barring imminent catastrophe, no. Staying right here."
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