muse_shuffle | April Disc Two
15. She's everything I want
She's everything I'm not
[‘Kate’ - Ben Folds Five]
Follows THIS
The drive from PPTH to home was exhausting enough for Chase. It seemed to take triple the time to get there than it normally did and because he was so tired, he found it difficult to focus on the scenes passing by, so he just closed his eyes and rested his head against the window. Remy, Cameron and Logan had been at the house when they got there, but Chase didn’t really have the energy to protest. He just made a half-hearted joke about them needing to eat dog food if they got hungry because they hadn’t planned on a party and then curled up in a weak ball on the sofa and fell asleep. He was oblivious to what happened in the hours following that.
When he woke up later, it was dark outside. He had a blanket tucked around him and the room was dimmed with the TV volume low so it could just be heard without disturbing him. It really all went rapidly downhill from there. He had tried to sit up to get himself a drink, but it was a mistake. The nausea didn’t offer much warning before he started to vomit all over himself, the blanket, and the carpet. Rogue and Remy were at his side to try and help, but the sheer suddenness of it had them both helpless and unable to really know what to do. It felt like once he started, he couldn’t stop. Remy appeared with a small trash can, but the damage was already done. It did soon stop, but Chase was left drained and dazed in the wake of it, somehow managing by miracle not to break down and cry. But he was in a horrible mess and he couldn’t even find it in him to care or be embarrassed. He had just looked down at himself and wondered how the hell he was going to stay on his feet long enough to shower.
It didn’t actually matter in the long run because he spent the duration of the shower knelt on the floor of the cubicle over the drain in another wave of sickness. The hot water beat down on him, but it was soothing, if nothing else. Rogue did everything she could to help him, but they both knew they just had to deal through it. It would pass soon enough. He didn’t know how long he was on the floor of the shower, but it did pass enough for him to get washed and then make it to their bed wrapped in a towel. He had to sit there for another few minutes, but again, Rogue stepped in and took over the drying for him, followed by helping him dress in just some boxers and a t-shirt to sleep in. All he wanted to do was sleep. Rogue only let him lie down after he drunk some water, remembering both Wilson and the nurses’ advice that keeping him hydrated was extremely important. He could see the fear and worry in her eyes, and her hands were visibly shaking, seen even with the gloves. So he just took her hand and held it, trying to let her know he was okay. And he would be, as long as he knew she was with him.
He became aware just how much Rogue had been taking the medical advice in. There were even new sheets on the bed; pure cotton with satin pillow slips because his skin and scalp might become sensitive or sore. She had bought in healthy foods but prepared them in small portions and soups on the off chance he felt hungry. Their usual shampoo had been replaced with a more mild organic variety. She even gently rubbed some moisturiser into his skin after the shower. Not a thing had slipped under his wife’s maternal and caring radar, even through her own emotional strain.
Remy had stepped in again with babysitting duties so when Chase finally laid down in their bed after being subjected to the uncomfortable hospital one for days following his surgery, Rogue carefully laid down beside him, making sure the covers were tucked around him before kissing his shoulder settling in to watch him until he fell asleep. Even after that, she would probably keep watching. Chase knew her well enough, and would never have enough words to cover the love he had for his wife right at the painful yet intimate moment between them. It was the start of a battle, but he knew the way their fingers linked together on his chest that neither of them were fighting it alone.
All muses referenced with permission. Rogue [justalilcontact] and Remy LeBeau [dontdotricks] used with permission.
Word Count | 769
She's everything I'm not
[‘Kate’ - Ben Folds Five]
Follows THIS
The drive from PPTH to home was exhausting enough for Chase. It seemed to take triple the time to get there than it normally did and because he was so tired, he found it difficult to focus on the scenes passing by, so he just closed his eyes and rested his head against the window. Remy, Cameron and Logan had been at the house when they got there, but Chase didn’t really have the energy to protest. He just made a half-hearted joke about them needing to eat dog food if they got hungry because they hadn’t planned on a party and then curled up in a weak ball on the sofa and fell asleep. He was oblivious to what happened in the hours following that.
When he woke up later, it was dark outside. He had a blanket tucked around him and the room was dimmed with the TV volume low so it could just be heard without disturbing him. It really all went rapidly downhill from there. He had tried to sit up to get himself a drink, but it was a mistake. The nausea didn’t offer much warning before he started to vomit all over himself, the blanket, and the carpet. Rogue and Remy were at his side to try and help, but the sheer suddenness of it had them both helpless and unable to really know what to do. It felt like once he started, he couldn’t stop. Remy appeared with a small trash can, but the damage was already done. It did soon stop, but Chase was left drained and dazed in the wake of it, somehow managing by miracle not to break down and cry. But he was in a horrible mess and he couldn’t even find it in him to care or be embarrassed. He had just looked down at himself and wondered how the hell he was going to stay on his feet long enough to shower.
It didn’t actually matter in the long run because he spent the duration of the shower knelt on the floor of the cubicle over the drain in another wave of sickness. The hot water beat down on him, but it was soothing, if nothing else. Rogue did everything she could to help him, but they both knew they just had to deal through it. It would pass soon enough. He didn’t know how long he was on the floor of the shower, but it did pass enough for him to get washed and then make it to their bed wrapped in a towel. He had to sit there for another few minutes, but again, Rogue stepped in and took over the drying for him, followed by helping him dress in just some boxers and a t-shirt to sleep in. All he wanted to do was sleep. Rogue only let him lie down after he drunk some water, remembering both Wilson and the nurses’ advice that keeping him hydrated was extremely important. He could see the fear and worry in her eyes, and her hands were visibly shaking, seen even with the gloves. So he just took her hand and held it, trying to let her know he was okay. And he would be, as long as he knew she was with him.
He became aware just how much Rogue had been taking the medical advice in. There were even new sheets on the bed; pure cotton with satin pillow slips because his skin and scalp might become sensitive or sore. She had bought in healthy foods but prepared them in small portions and soups on the off chance he felt hungry. Their usual shampoo had been replaced with a more mild organic variety. She even gently rubbed some moisturiser into his skin after the shower. Not a thing had slipped under his wife’s maternal and caring radar, even through her own emotional strain.
Remy had stepped in again with babysitting duties so when Chase finally laid down in their bed after being subjected to the uncomfortable hospital one for days following his surgery, Rogue carefully laid down beside him, making sure the covers were tucked around him before kissing his shoulder settling in to watch him until he fell asleep. Even after that, she would probably keep watching. Chase knew her well enough, and would never have enough words to cover the love he had for his wife right at the painful yet intimate moment between them. It was the start of a battle, but he knew the way their fingers linked together on his chest that neither of them were fighting it alone.
All muses referenced with permission. Rogue [justalilcontact] and Remy LeBeau [dontdotricks] used with permission.
Word Count | 769