Optimism
Title: Optimism
Author: naturalbluicons
Characters/Pairing: Ambrose and Cain
Rating: PG-13
Summary: "'I'd hoped we were done with this, Wyatt.' The doctor said witheringly."
Warning: Mentioned violence.
Disclaimer: I don't own Tin Man, I'm just playing in the Outer Zone
Word Count: 265
Notes: AU, a prequel to Finaqua, the asylum AU. Takes place the night before. This was requested by Erin, and I hope she enjoys it. =)
He heard the shouting and screaming from all the way down the corridor; the sound spurred him to quicken his stride. When he pulled the door open they were strapping the room's resident down to the bed. The man was fighting.
"Enough." Ambrose's tone was commanding. The room fell quiet and still.
"Doctor-" An attending started, but Ambrose made a silencing gesture.
Moving closer to the bed, Ambrose took in the sight of Wyatt Cain. The man's fingernails which should have been better kept- someone's thoughtless error- were bloody. His chest was bloody too, where he'd torn at the flesh above his heart.
"I'd hoped we were done with this, Wyatt." The doctor said witheringly. With a look, he dismissed the bulk of the people crammed into the small space.
"She's not going to come back to you, Cain." The attending said coolly.
"Out." Ambrose glared. He thought, not for the first time, that this particular attending enjoyed antagonizing Wyatt.
"He doesn't know anything! He's nothing! He's-!"
Ambrose put a hand on Wyatt's shoulder. "Take it easy." He sighed again. Sadly, the attending was right. That wouldn't help Mr. Cain now.
"It was all for them..." Wyatt murmured. His voice was horse.
"I know."
"I wanna see my son."
Ambrose sunk into a chair. "Adora won't allow that."
Cain squeezed his eyes shut, his hands clenching into fists.
"You need to get healthy, Wyatt. Until then there's nothing I can do."
"Yeah, Doc." His voice was bitter.
"Believe that you can heal." Ambrose smiled thinly. "A little optimism could do you a lot of good."
Author: naturalbluicons
Characters/Pairing: Ambrose and Cain
Rating: PG-13
Summary: "'I'd hoped we were done with this, Wyatt.' The doctor said witheringly."
Warning: Mentioned violence.
Disclaimer: I don't own Tin Man, I'm just playing in the Outer Zone
Word Count: 265
Notes: AU, a prequel to Finaqua, the asylum AU. Takes place the night before. This was requested by Erin, and I hope she enjoys it. =)
He heard the shouting and screaming from all the way down the corridor; the sound spurred him to quicken his stride. When he pulled the door open they were strapping the room's resident down to the bed. The man was fighting.
"Enough." Ambrose's tone was commanding. The room fell quiet and still.
"Doctor-" An attending started, but Ambrose made a silencing gesture.
Moving closer to the bed, Ambrose took in the sight of Wyatt Cain. The man's fingernails which should have been better kept- someone's thoughtless error- were bloody. His chest was bloody too, where he'd torn at the flesh above his heart.
"I'd hoped we were done with this, Wyatt." The doctor said witheringly. With a look, he dismissed the bulk of the people crammed into the small space.
"She's not going to come back to you, Cain." The attending said coolly.
"Out." Ambrose glared. He thought, not for the first time, that this particular attending enjoyed antagonizing Wyatt.
"He doesn't know anything! He's nothing! He's-!"
Ambrose put a hand on Wyatt's shoulder. "Take it easy." He sighed again. Sadly, the attending was right. That wouldn't help Mr. Cain now.
"It was all for them..." Wyatt murmured. His voice was horse.
"I know."
"I wanna see my son."
Ambrose sunk into a chair. "Adora won't allow that."
Cain squeezed his eyes shut, his hands clenching into fists.
"You need to get healthy, Wyatt. Until then there's nothing I can do."
"Yeah, Doc." His voice was bitter.
"Believe that you can heal." Ambrose smiled thinly. "A little optimism could do you a lot of good."