Schmoop Bingo - Blackout
Title: Urgent Care
Author: Redsirenfiction
Fandom: CWRPS (J2)
Schmoop: Blackout
Prompt: Anniversary - one partner sick
Medium: Fic
Rating: PG-13.
Warnings: Will rot your teeth.
Disclaimer: Don't own them. This is all a mirage.
Summary: Anniversary? What Anniversary? |SOUNDTRACK|
Word Count: 1725
“What the hell died in here? Oh, right, that would be you.” Jared smiles warmly as he walks back into the little curtained-off room in the Urgent Care unit of the hospital. E.R.'s are strictly for trauma in Canada, or at least that's how it seems to Jared as he gives a quick peek around the curtain before pulling it back around the bed and wheeling stool and taking a seat by Jensen's hip.
“I hate you more than pickles. WAY more.” Jensen shoots back, his voice sounding like he's got a garburator stuck in his throat. His answer only serves to make Jared laugh and lean in to press a gentle kiss to his clammy forehead.
“Don't. You're gonna catch it.” Jensen mutters, trying and failing to push Jared away from the general vicinity of his face.
“Me? Jen, I'm a walking GNC. Only thing I'm catching is insults.” Despite the jokes, Jared is worried about his boyfriend's condition. It had been a normal cold about three days ago, but when Jensen woke this morning with a fever of 105, they both knew it was time to head to the doctor's. Once the fever broke, Jared bundled his boyfriend up as much as he could without making Jensen look ridiculous in the Spring heat that had blanketed Vancouver, and drove them off to the closest hospital.
He's already been told three times how good it is that he's brought Jensen in, as catching it early greatly expedites healing time. Jared will smack the next person that says this as though Jensen's got cancer or something. He's already freaked out enough; adding even the vaguest hint of the C word into the mix will seriously fuck with his calm.
“So fuckin' cold in here.” Jensen cuts through Jared's thoughts and looking down he sees that, despite the two straight-from-the-heating-rack blankets that they've laid over him, Jensen is shivering enough to rattle the IV against the pole with a little metallic clink-clink.
A crease forms between his eyebrows and Jared takes off his own jacket before pulling back the blankets and placing it on Jensen. Once that's done, he pulls the bedding back up and begins rubbing his hand up and down the shaking back of the man he's so insanely in love with, it's ridiculous.
“Results should be here soon, babe. Try and rest until then. I'm sure the doc's just looking over your X-rays.” Jared assures, his free hand burrowing under the blankets to find Jensen's and hold on tight.
“What if it's really bad, Jay? God, I've gotta quit smoking. Promise me you'll throw out the pack of B&H's in the glove box the second we get home?” Jared can sense an Ackles freakout a mile away, and with the way his boyfriend's eyes are widening, a massive one is only seconds away.
“They're already in the bin out back.” Jared gives Jensen a too-big grin, thrilled at finally having an excuse to get rid of the Benson & Hedges Gold that Jensen smokes whenever he's not in the public eye.
The answer seems to deflate any anxiety Jensen is harboring and he relaxes against the pillow, still miserable but a little more at ease knowing his one vice is gone for good.
Anything either is about to say is silenced when the curtain is pulled back and Dr. Smiley-it took Jared a good fifteen minutes to stop snickering after he was introduced to the man-gives them both a nod, eyes still perusing Jensen's chart.
“The good news is that you're not gonna die. The bad news is that you're gonna be down for the count for about three weeks. You've got Pneumonia, Mr. Ackles. It was very good of your boyfriend to bring you in when he did; Catching it early makes it easier to treat.” Jared's hand twitches in Jensen's, the little jolt running all the way up to his face where he gives a half grimace as though Jensen's playing Uncle under the blankets.
“Make sure he stays hydrated and fed and do NOT let him do any hard manual labor-and that includes stunts if you two are still filming-and yes, I'm well aware of who you both are, no, I won't tell anyone you two are 'together' and yes, my daughters love the show and will kill me if I come home autograph-less. They're in cahoots with the Coroner so they won't ever find my body if it comes to that. Please, do not let it come to that.” Despite the seriousness of his tone, the doctor is smiling as he looks at the two and neither Jared nor Jensen can stop from chuckling softly even if they wanted to.
“We're not in the business of of getting people killed, doc. Where're the mags?” Jared asks, still grinning, the break in all the medical talk he'd been overhearing for the last five hours a welcome break.
Dr. Smiley hands over two copies of the latest issue of the Supernatural magazine and a Sharpie. Jared writes out a personal message to each girl, making the one for the 'Sam girl' just a little longer and giving her his usual response to the knowledge that she prefers his character over Jensen's:
You've got good taste, you'll go far.
It's become a joke between them and their fans and he's more than happy to continue it for as long as their audience finds funny. Jensen sits up slowly and does the same as Jared, though he takes twice as long in his current state. Far from bothered, he gives the doc a weak but sincere smile when he's finished.
“The nurse will be around in a bit with the prescriptions, more detailed instructions and some gauze to get that IV out. You take care of yourselves and thank you for making me father of the year. Your show's about the only time we all sit down as a family, so thank you for that.” And suddenly, the autographs seem like a small price to pay for a diagnosis and a sincere appreciation for what they provide one night a week to audiences around the world.
Humbled, Jared extends his hand to the doctor, who gives him a good, firm handshake back.
Once they're in the relative privacy of the curtain again, Jared turns to get Jensen's clothes, his face more relaxed than its been all day. They share a smile as he approaches the bed and slowly unties the string holding Jensen's hospital gown closed at the nape of his neck.
“You look hot, babe.” Jared can't help but joke in a whisper. Surprisingly, instead of the usual eye-roll or light tap to the arm Jensen usually gives him, his boyfriend merely smiles tiredly up at him.
“I feel hot. Ready for some hot doctor sex.” He murmurs before coughing into his balled-up hospital gown. Jared winces and rubs his back until the fit passes.
Jensen manages to lift his arms up shakily and snake them around Jared's torso before pulling him close and resting his forehead-which is blessedly cool-against Jared's chest. Jared hugs him back without hesitation, kissing Jensen's head and silently thanking whomever's upstairs that it's nothing more than Pneumonia.
He helps Jensen dress, leaving the navy t-shirt for last as they can't put it on until the nurse comes to unhook him from the IV. As they wait, Jared stands between Jensen's legs, holding him close and smoothing a hand through his hair over and over in a soft, affectionate touch.
“I'm gonna make it up to you. We'll go somewhere this year. Two years together deserves a vacation.” Jensen speaks softly into the cotton of Jared's shirt, the movement tickling the skin over his sternum and making him smile just a little more.
“I'd have to agree with you there. Where're we going?” He asks against Jensen's hair, which smells faintly of sweat and the Aveda shampoo that Sera gave him as a joke and has no idea he actually uses.
“England. Maybe Italy. A little cottage somewhere and then a beach.” Jensen nods to himself, and Jared knows he's already making plans for their hiatus time.
“And lots of sex.” He adds as an afterthought, making Jared crack up just as the nurse comes in. To her credit, she simply smiles, having already gotten over their stardom when they came through the doors like any other normal human beings; Worried and a little panicked.
“And lots of sex.” Jared whispers, the words a promise as he watches Jensen's nurse expertly remove the IV and put a band-aid snugly over the spot.
Walking back out through the same big revolving door they came in, Jared feels the weight of distress lift from his chest. He's gonna drive Jensen home, get him settled and then head back out to get dinner and stop by Shoppers for the prescriptions. He'll dawdle along the aisles until the little buzzer-thing they hand out starts flashing and buzzing like some pissed off sex toy and then he'll pay, go home and tuck in for a night of listening to Jensen hack, spit, and whine a little bit. He'll hold him close despite protest, and he'll fall asleep curled up around his boyfriend like some sort of big turtle shell that's all tanned muscle. It'll be good and he can't think of a single reason to be upset with the turn of events the day-and now early evening-has brought them.
Just before they reach the Tundra-which he got an earful for driving instead of his own car-Jared hears Jensen's voice carry through the still-crisp night air.
“Happy Anniversary, by the way.” Despite looking like an overcooked TV dinner, Jensen's smirking mischievously at Jared, hands in his pockets and shoulders bunched up a little; All in all, he looks adorable.
“Happy Anniversary, babe.” Jared's smile crinkles his nose before turning into an outright laugh that Jensen joins in on.
It wasn't the original plan, far from it, but Jared knows he'll remember this anniversary as one of the more eventful ones they'll have in their time together. And Europe in the spring is just about the best rain check a guy can ask for.
Author: Redsirenfiction
Fandom: CWRPS (J2)
Schmoop: Blackout
Prompt: Anniversary - one partner sick
Medium: Fic
Rating: PG-13.
Warnings: Will rot your teeth.
Disclaimer: Don't own them. This is all a mirage.
Summary: Anniversary? What Anniversary? |SOUNDTRACK|
Word Count: 1725
“What the hell died in here? Oh, right, that would be you.” Jared smiles warmly as he walks back into the little curtained-off room in the Urgent Care unit of the hospital. E.R.'s are strictly for trauma in Canada, or at least that's how it seems to Jared as he gives a quick peek around the curtain before pulling it back around the bed and wheeling stool and taking a seat by Jensen's hip.
“I hate you more than pickles. WAY more.” Jensen shoots back, his voice sounding like he's got a garburator stuck in his throat. His answer only serves to make Jared laugh and lean in to press a gentle kiss to his clammy forehead.
“Don't. You're gonna catch it.” Jensen mutters, trying and failing to push Jared away from the general vicinity of his face.
“Me? Jen, I'm a walking GNC. Only thing I'm catching is insults.” Despite the jokes, Jared is worried about his boyfriend's condition. It had been a normal cold about three days ago, but when Jensen woke this morning with a fever of 105, they both knew it was time to head to the doctor's. Once the fever broke, Jared bundled his boyfriend up as much as he could without making Jensen look ridiculous in the Spring heat that had blanketed Vancouver, and drove them off to the closest hospital.
He's already been told three times how good it is that he's brought Jensen in, as catching it early greatly expedites healing time. Jared will smack the next person that says this as though Jensen's got cancer or something. He's already freaked out enough; adding even the vaguest hint of the C word into the mix will seriously fuck with his calm.
“So fuckin' cold in here.” Jensen cuts through Jared's thoughts and looking down he sees that, despite the two straight-from-the-heating-rack blankets that they've laid over him, Jensen is shivering enough to rattle the IV against the pole with a little metallic clink-clink.
A crease forms between his eyebrows and Jared takes off his own jacket before pulling back the blankets and placing it on Jensen. Once that's done, he pulls the bedding back up and begins rubbing his hand up and down the shaking back of the man he's so insanely in love with, it's ridiculous.
“Results should be here soon, babe. Try and rest until then. I'm sure the doc's just looking over your X-rays.” Jared assures, his free hand burrowing under the blankets to find Jensen's and hold on tight.
“What if it's really bad, Jay? God, I've gotta quit smoking. Promise me you'll throw out the pack of B&H's in the glove box the second we get home?” Jared can sense an Ackles freakout a mile away, and with the way his boyfriend's eyes are widening, a massive one is only seconds away.
“They're already in the bin out back.” Jared gives Jensen a too-big grin, thrilled at finally having an excuse to get rid of the Benson & Hedges Gold that Jensen smokes whenever he's not in the public eye.
The answer seems to deflate any anxiety Jensen is harboring and he relaxes against the pillow, still miserable but a little more at ease knowing his one vice is gone for good.
Anything either is about to say is silenced when the curtain is pulled back and Dr. Smiley-it took Jared a good fifteen minutes to stop snickering after he was introduced to the man-gives them both a nod, eyes still perusing Jensen's chart.
“The good news is that you're not gonna die. The bad news is that you're gonna be down for the count for about three weeks. You've got Pneumonia, Mr. Ackles. It was very good of your boyfriend to bring you in when he did; Catching it early makes it easier to treat.” Jared's hand twitches in Jensen's, the little jolt running all the way up to his face where he gives a half grimace as though Jensen's playing Uncle under the blankets.
“Make sure he stays hydrated and fed and do NOT let him do any hard manual labor-and that includes stunts if you two are still filming-and yes, I'm well aware of who you both are, no, I won't tell anyone you two are 'together' and yes, my daughters love the show and will kill me if I come home autograph-less. They're in cahoots with the Coroner so they won't ever find my body if it comes to that. Please, do not let it come to that.” Despite the seriousness of his tone, the doctor is smiling as he looks at the two and neither Jared nor Jensen can stop from chuckling softly even if they wanted to.
“We're not in the business of of getting people killed, doc. Where're the mags?” Jared asks, still grinning, the break in all the medical talk he'd been overhearing for the last five hours a welcome break.
Dr. Smiley hands over two copies of the latest issue of the Supernatural magazine and a Sharpie. Jared writes out a personal message to each girl, making the one for the 'Sam girl' just a little longer and giving her his usual response to the knowledge that she prefers his character over Jensen's:
You've got good taste, you'll go far.
It's become a joke between them and their fans and he's more than happy to continue it for as long as their audience finds funny. Jensen sits up slowly and does the same as Jared, though he takes twice as long in his current state. Far from bothered, he gives the doc a weak but sincere smile when he's finished.
“The nurse will be around in a bit with the prescriptions, more detailed instructions and some gauze to get that IV out. You take care of yourselves and thank you for making me father of the year. Your show's about the only time we all sit down as a family, so thank you for that.” And suddenly, the autographs seem like a small price to pay for a diagnosis and a sincere appreciation for what they provide one night a week to audiences around the world.
Humbled, Jared extends his hand to the doctor, who gives him a good, firm handshake back.
Once they're in the relative privacy of the curtain again, Jared turns to get Jensen's clothes, his face more relaxed than its been all day. They share a smile as he approaches the bed and slowly unties the string holding Jensen's hospital gown closed at the nape of his neck.
“You look hot, babe.” Jared can't help but joke in a whisper. Surprisingly, instead of the usual eye-roll or light tap to the arm Jensen usually gives him, his boyfriend merely smiles tiredly up at him.
“I feel hot. Ready for some hot doctor sex.” He murmurs before coughing into his balled-up hospital gown. Jared winces and rubs his back until the fit passes.
Jensen manages to lift his arms up shakily and snake them around Jared's torso before pulling him close and resting his forehead-which is blessedly cool-against Jared's chest. Jared hugs him back without hesitation, kissing Jensen's head and silently thanking whomever's upstairs that it's nothing more than Pneumonia.
He helps Jensen dress, leaving the navy t-shirt for last as they can't put it on until the nurse comes to unhook him from the IV. As they wait, Jared stands between Jensen's legs, holding him close and smoothing a hand through his hair over and over in a soft, affectionate touch.
“I'm gonna make it up to you. We'll go somewhere this year. Two years together deserves a vacation.” Jensen speaks softly into the cotton of Jared's shirt, the movement tickling the skin over his sternum and making him smile just a little more.
“I'd have to agree with you there. Where're we going?” He asks against Jensen's hair, which smells faintly of sweat and the Aveda shampoo that Sera gave him as a joke and has no idea he actually uses.
“England. Maybe Italy. A little cottage somewhere and then a beach.” Jensen nods to himself, and Jared knows he's already making plans for their hiatus time.
“And lots of sex.” He adds as an afterthought, making Jared crack up just as the nurse comes in. To her credit, she simply smiles, having already gotten over their stardom when they came through the doors like any other normal human beings; Worried and a little panicked.
“And lots of sex.” Jared whispers, the words a promise as he watches Jensen's nurse expertly remove the IV and put a band-aid snugly over the spot.
Walking back out through the same big revolving door they came in, Jared feels the weight of distress lift from his chest. He's gonna drive Jensen home, get him settled and then head back out to get dinner and stop by Shoppers for the prescriptions. He'll dawdle along the aisles until the little buzzer-thing they hand out starts flashing and buzzing like some pissed off sex toy and then he'll pay, go home and tuck in for a night of listening to Jensen hack, spit, and whine a little bit. He'll hold him close despite protest, and he'll fall asleep curled up around his boyfriend like some sort of big turtle shell that's all tanned muscle. It'll be good and he can't think of a single reason to be upset with the turn of events the day-and now early evening-has brought them.
Just before they reach the Tundra-which he got an earful for driving instead of his own car-Jared hears Jensen's voice carry through the still-crisp night air.
“Happy Anniversary, by the way.” Despite looking like an overcooked TV dinner, Jensen's smirking mischievously at Jared, hands in his pockets and shoulders bunched up a little; All in all, he looks adorable.
“Happy Anniversary, babe.” Jared's smile crinkles his nose before turning into an outright laugh that Jensen joins in on.
It wasn't the original plan, far from it, but Jared knows he'll remember this anniversary as one of the more eventful ones they'll have in their time together. And Europe in the spring is just about the best rain check a guy can ask for.