IT WILL HAPPEN SOON / FEELS LONG OVERDUE

[heltersskelter]

CHARACTERS: tate & everyone who signed up
LOCATION: Space Bablyon & the subsequent corridor || evening
WARNINGS: violence, character death, sexual innuendo
SUMMARY: tate flips his lid and shoots some people
NOTES: feel free to start your own threads in this & threadhop for whatever your needs! tate will only be replying to characters who have signed up, but this is open to others to tag in if you want to be part of the chaos/bystanders/doctors/etc. action or prose is fine!

CORRIDORS
SPACE BABYLON
MEDICAL

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[elvenking]

[Legolas' hand is warm. Thranduil grips it immediately, deciding the cold isn't worth letting go. His free hand rises to touch the oxygen tube running across his upper lip, then settles gingerly back down.]

A blanket, please.

[Not that he's going to let you walk away to find someone. Nope, you'll have to call out.]

[tofindthesun]

[bah, he doesn't need to call out. he just flags down a blanket taxi someone who looks like they work in the medbay to ask for more blankets. plural. because it's better to have too many and return the extras than to have not enough and need to ask for more.

also because he's still fretting.]

How are you feeling? [a stupid question, given that thranduil's been shot and had a piece of metal dug out of his thigh. but legolas hardly knows this, so he asks anyway.]

[elvenking]

Very unwell, but that is to be expected. [He reaches for Legolas' hand to grasp it weakly in reassurance. His speech is slurred slightly and comes slower than normal, but he's coherent.] I'm told I am doing magnificently.

[tofindthesun]

You are alive and awake. That is well enough. [a weak sort of smile, but he returns thranduil's grip firmly, as if he could transfear heat from one body to another just by linking hands. and maybe wishing idly that he could.]

[elvenking]

Perhaps you should speak for yourself. [grump grump. But he seems to relax at, or at least be soothed by, the touch of his son's hand.] I might advise you to wait till you know what it is like, but I would rather advise you never to find out what it is like at all.

[tofindthesun]

Like an arrow. [musingly, as he looks towards the bandaged thigh hidden under the covers.] ..But worse, I imagine. Splinters and broken heads.

[downsides to being family or next-of-kin: you get to hear the details on what the hell happened. fun. but he's trying not to speak too gravely of it, if only because thranduil is being dour enough for the both of them.]

You will be fine. [said as much for thranduil's sake as it is for his own.]

[elvenking]

That is true. [His eyes slide closed and he shifts slightly, relaxing under the new warmth.] Thank you for your obedience.

[tofindthesun]

What else could I do? [it makes him feel a tad helpless, being unable to help his father heal, or deal with his attacker. or even to have been unable to help him get to the medbay.

but the cycle of distress and helplessness is as pervasive in legolas as it is in thranduil. he realizes what he has said only after he says it, and ducks his head in silent apology, pressing a quick kiss to his father's temple before helping spread out the extra sheets with his free hand.]

[elvenking]

You might have sought me out. [He's muttering now, voice going soft.] You are a great warrior. I am proud of this. Proud of you indeed. But these guns are a cheat. Too deadly and too easy to use, too swift to kill. Killing should at least require one to work for it. It should not be easy. I will not let such a thing happen to you. To one I love.

[Not words he says often. He'd like to think there's never been any doubt, but he's more of a "show, don't tell" sort of person, and his "showing" has a degree of restraint. This is a sign of how drugged, and how frightened, he really is.]

[tofindthesun]

You told me not to. I would not have done otherwise. [but he says nothing more (can't say anything more).

he knows how thranduil is. knows that he isn't as verbal or forthcoming about some things, knows not to expect too much from him in that area. knows, maybe, that it's the medicine or drugs or whatever they've given his father that's making him ramble like this or this much. he won't complain, though. it's not as though he's ever considered that thranduil might have thought otherwise of him.

and legolas likes having warm fuzzy feelings.]

You should sleep now, ada. I will be here when you wake again.

[elvenking]

I know. [Heavy eyelids drift closed. His grips loosens around Legolas' hand, but does not release. The next sentence comes out in a mumble.] Did they stop him?

[tofindthesun]

[thranduil's grip may loosen, but that just makes legolas's tighten all the more.]

They must have. Or they will, soon enough.

[elvenking]

Wake me when you know. I fear I cannot stay awake much longer.

[tofindthesun]

I will. [he won't. he rushes stray hair off of thranduil's brow with a soft smile.] Sleep now, my Lord.

[elvenking]

[Thranduil releases a long breath and goes quiet for a short time before mumbling again.]

Do not over-worry yourself. I'll not go anywhere while I sleep. Stand up and walk about, or to and fro. Be sure to eat.

[tofindthesun]

I will, but I will be here also. [as uncomfortable it is to be surrounded by metal. thranduil's here, at least, and.. kili, to a mildly lesser extent of comfort.] Do not worry for me.

[elvenking]

And do not worry for me. I'll be h...here.

[The last syllable is barely even vocalized.]

[tofindthesun]

[legolas falls quiet for a moment. despite his promise to eat and take care of himself, he stays for a while longer, humming a tune from the slightly better days of his childhood.]