#promise!!!

[writerbea]

okay so i've been sick the last few days (booo stomach bug) but now i'm thinking about how the lads would react to finding out you threw up blood..... (I'M FINE JUST TO BE CLEAR!!! DR SAID I WAS FINE!!!! not concerned about the blood at all? wasn't sure he got the full picture but i was OUT of it otp with him trying not to pass out or throw up sooo??)

like imagine telling them you threw up blood and your doctor said you're fine?? they would NOT be chill !!! they would in fact be so un-chill !!! so chalant !!! so perturbed !!!

Xavier would hear you downstairs and RUN down to come help, he'd break down the damn door if he didn't have access already, rubbing soothing circles on your back whilst setting up a doctor's appointment for you (he wanted you to go to the hospital, you said no), when the doctor didn't seem too concerned about the blood he'd take the phone and explain again why it's concerning and (slightly threateningly) demand they get a second opinion. he takes you to the hospital anyway. when you're discharged he basically moves into your appartment for the next few days as you recover to help you, he orders food you can manage, gets your perscription, and curls up for cuddles and movies while you rest

Zayne would be running over to give you an exam himself and assess the situation and asking why you didn't call him (and ask for the information of the dr who said you were fine, and very possibly put an anonymous complaint against them in). he'd take you to the hospital anyway and other patients at the hospital are asking why their doctors aren't holding their hair back (if you have hair that needs holding back) and rubbing their back and whispering comforting words. he'd be personally checking your IV to make sure you're staying hydrated and not losing too many fluids, and double and triple checking test resuts. he LIVES at your bedside until you're discharged, then he takes you to his home and takes the next few days off work to look after you

Rafayel would NOT be letting you stay home, he'd be driving you to the hospital (much to your dismay) and making sure not a single stone is unturned, not a single test missed, and he'd call in some private fancy doctor he knows to come and check on you and the tests. when you're feeling a little better he'd bring you colouring supplies for something calming to do that doesn't require a lot of thinking, complementing every single page you do. when you're discharged he takes you back to his studio "the sea air is curative cutie" and dotes on you until you're feeling better, but not without some little remarks like "all i am is a servant to you aren't i cutie?"

Sylus would be calling up private doctors and setting you up in the medical bay of onychinus, demanding every test be done. he's making you stay and rest there with him until you're better, and he has the twins and mephisto and your beck and call. he's checking where you've been recently, what you've eaten, if it could've been tampered with, and he's checking his enemies movements, and if it turns out this was an attack against you, you BET they don't exist the next day. if it just turns out as food poisoning or something from that take-away you had the other day, you find out a couple days later they shut down after a few anonymous reports of sanitation concerns. he'd read you bedtime stories to help you sleep, and he'd rub your sore/aching muscles until you felt better, and make you the best tea with honey for your throat

Caleb would be pulling up your old medical records while rushing you to the hospital anyway, complaint against your original doctor already filed, he's going through everything to see if there's anything relevant in your history, and making notes for the doctors. he's already called out of work for the next week. he's talking to doctors for you, and demanding (threatening) they run all the tests again to double and triple check you're okay. gets you extra pillows/blankets. when you're discharged he's taking you home and getting you comfy, then imediately he'd start cooking, baking you fresh plain bread to eat as toast and other foods you can manage with your delicate stomach, like chicken soup

not proofread, purely self indulgent <3 hope you enjoyed LOL

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[ghostlysea]

BANG!

The front door crashes open so violently that Mrs. McGillicuddy, with whom Gil had been discussing household provisions in the kitchen, nearly jumps out of her skin.

"Gillian! Maggie! Come quick!" Rowdy calls out.

"Sweet Jesus," Mrs. McGillicuddy cries in her strong brogue, hand flying to her neck. "Is it bandits? Raiders?"

Gil just sighs. "It's all right, Mrs. McGillicuddy. I'll see to it. Why don't you sit down for a minute, get your bearings?"

Shaking his head in exasperation, Gil marches out of the kitchen and to the front of the house. Buttery afternoon sunlight paints the log walls. Rowdy stands there, glowing in all that sunshine, a big grin splitting his face in two.

"Shouldn't you be breaking in that new mustang?" Gil demands. Then he spots it. "What on Earth is that thing?"

There's a noisy clatter on the staircase—followed by Gillian's more staid footfall—and then his girls appear in the doorway, wearing near-identical looks of curiosity and worry.

"What is it, Mister Row—oh my goodness!"

Gillian gasps, her eyes going round as saucers. Maggie claps her hands together and lets out a breathless squeak.

"Oh, Mister Rowdy, you found a puppy?"

"Sure did!" Rowdy says happily. Clutched in his solid but gentle grasp, an impossibly small brown-and-white dog wriggles and yips plaintively. Its fluffy ears twitch as it blinks at them all with very large, very blue eyes.

Gil huffs and pinches the bridge of his nose. "And where exactly did you find that puppy?"

"Farmer Ibarra rode over, wanted to trade some supplies. He said his sheepdog had a litter a few days ago. He thought we might be interested. Well, I just knew the girls would love this little fella."

"Oh, we do, Mister Rowdy," says Gillian, softly approaching with almost breathless tentativeness. "Does… does he have a name?"

"Oh, can we name him?" begs Maggie. She's following her sister's lead, for once, hovering carefully a safe distance from the puppy. "Please, please, please?"

"Why, sure you can!" Rowdy says. The laugh-lines around his eyes deepen as he looks between the girls and the squirmy pup in his hands.

Gil clears his throat. Four sets of eyes shoot to him, wide and innocent.

"You sure you want to name 'im? You don't want to get too… attached," says Gil carefully. "We don't even know if we're going to keep him yet."

Instant, total horror. Maggie's jaw drops and her head swivels from him to Rowdy and back, aghast. Gillian bites her lip and stares at her feet, hands curling in her skirts. She's gone white the way she does when she's struggling not to cry.

Rowdy, meanwhile.

Rowdy looks at Gil as if Gil just declared that he'd like Rowdy to serve the puppy for dinner, with gravy on the side. It's a look that says if Gil wants another peaceful night in his own bed for the foreseeable future, he'd better tread very cautiously right now.

He sighs, backtracks. "We've got men who can raise and train the dog outside of the house, 's all I'm saying. Puppies are a lot of work. Rowdy and I are out most of the day, and Mrs. McGillicuddy is busy with lookin' after you girls and the house."

"Oh, Pa, we can look after him! We'll train him properly, promise!"

"Yes, Pa, we'll do our very best. Can't you give us one chance?"

"Come on, Gil, can't you see how much the girls want him?" Rowdy asks with a distressed scowl. "Besides, how much trouble can something so little be? Look how adorable he is!"

To emphasize his point, Rowdy shoves the pup in Gil's face. Big blue eyes gaze at him with credulous trust. A tiny pink tongue pokes out and the puppy ekes out a high-pitched yelp.

Rowdy widens his own puppy-dog eyes at Gil. A two-pronged attack. Gil sighs and purses his lips.

"Fine," he grunts. "You can keep it."

The sitting-room erupts in jubilant cheer. Ecstatic, Maggie throws her arms around Rowdy and the puppy. Two spots of color appear on Rowdy's cheeks as he clumsily returns her embrace, while valiantly trying not to let the puppy escape over his shoulder.

"Thank you, Pa," says Gillian, going up on tiptoe to peck him on the cheek.

"Mm. You're welcome." Gil hadn't realized until he had all three of them under one roof just how hard it would be to stay strong to their united front. The three people he loves, banding against him. Ain't that just the way.

Rowdy carefully scoops the puppy into Gillian's arms. He leaves the girls to coo and fuss over their fuzzy treasure and makes his way to Gil.

"You know I'll help the girls look after him, Gil," Rowdy says. "Can't be much harder than cattle and drovers."

Gil raises an eyebrow. "Take it from me, Rowdy. Puppies can be a handful." He slides a hand into Rowdy's thick tawny mop and ruffles his hair.

Rowdy grins, sways in to drop a kiss on Gil's mouth. "Thank you," he whispers, eyes going half-lidded as he gazes at Gil. "For lettin' me give them this. I just… I really want them to like me, you know? This is all still so new."

Gil darts a glance to where the girls are locked in a gleeful-but-furious debate over dog names. He slips the hand he had in Rowdy's hair to his nape instead. Draws him in for another kiss.

"Rowdy, those girls love you, puppies or no puppies," he says, quiet and firm. He then kisses Rowdy on the cheek because what else can you do, when somebody looks at you like that? Like you've given 'em a gift they were too afraid to hope for?

"Must take after their old man that way," he breathes into Rowdy's ear.

[theeldridgeragdolly]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY PUNK BOTS!!!!!

[countthelions]

It's fine 🐟

[creamd-soder]

guh. page of vitals

[the-real-save-point]

will draw 4 toibow fanfic....