Love is for the Uneducated

Oh? What cute blonde nurse is this?

Good! Just let me know if you need anything, even just coffee or whatever. What exactly happened that day? Maisie doesn’t remember much but what you told her afterwards and I’m - it’s a morbid sort of curiosity that comes with declaring myself her bodyguard if she ever needs one (and being friends with both of you.)

Well he’s got a twin, and he’s pretty tall. 

Text: Tired mainly!  It’s a little better as long as I don’t try to move.  How are you?

Text: I’m staying with Robin for a few days if you need to find me.

Text: Maybe but I didn’t dislocate anything, I just have a lot of bruises to deal with.  I’m glad Asher has been around.  Do you have everything you need?

Text: Perhaps but that won’t be for quite some time, it hurts if I laugh just now.

Text: And you cracked your head. That’s pretty major Maze. I do. My sling’s off now and I can do most things again. Still pretty sore but I didn’t think that would just go away over night. 

Oh I’d be happy to, Sir!

Jeepers darlin’, you are just full of joys.  I think we are done here.

Oh I am a ball of joy waiting to explode. Especially if you know where to stroke. 

Gus, I’m so sorry! Yes, the best thing for you is rest. I’m sure your fellow students have already bombarded you with well-wishes, but if I can help in any way, let me know, dear.

Nah, it’s all good. Shit happens, Maze and I will be fine in the long run. Just a little bit of pain right now. 

That’s what friends are for and I am not responsible for them.

Friends don’t need you, need you. They’ll live if you die. Sure they’ll be sad but give or take a month or two and your tombstone won’t be visited again. Maybe after a year they’ll do a little morning thing but after that you’re lucky if a bird shits on it. 

Maisie told me what happened! Do you need anything?! How are you feeling?!

Not surprised, nah I’m doing pretty good. I have a cute little blonde nurse taking care of me. 

Limp arm? What happened?

Text: Tired mainly!  It’s a little better as long as I don’t try to move.  How are you?

Text: I’m staying with Robin for a few days if you need to find me.

Text: You are well ahead of me if you’ve actually got out of bed.  How long do you need the sling for?  Has Asher been looking after you?

Text: They wouldn’t let me out of the infirmary at first unless I had someone to stay with.  I hope you are right, I don’t think I will see the funny side of this for quite a while.

Text: I also didn’t get hit as hard as you. My bodies sore but no more then a hard day in the field had me. Sling comes off tomorrow and yes, he’s checked in on me everyday. He’s a good boy. 

There’s ways to avoid the nausea, Sir. No one should have to deal with pain. I think I’m going to make you some veggie soup. Always makes me feel better

Is everything alright?

Yeah, just gotta deal with this limp arm for the rest of the week and stay doped up. 

Why on earth would I want to look after something else?  I have enough work taking care of myself.

Because it’s rewarding to know without you, that something would miss you and need you. 

But if they’re going to make you feel better, Sir, you should take them. Maybe it’s okay to rest for a few days

I think I’d rather just deal with the pain then feel nauseated and sleepy all the time. 

Asher walked carefully, balancing himself and Gus so he wouldn’t hurt the man further. He shook his head, glad Gus was out of it so he wouldn’t see the way Asher winced slightly at Ember’s name. “It’s okay, Daddy. You’re hurt. I’ll take care of you,” he murmured. Finally they reached Gus’s room, and he helped the switch onto his bed, propping him up on pillows. “Are you hungry, Daddy?”

Text: Tired mainly!  It’s a little better as long as I don’t try to move.  How are you?

Text: I’m staying with Robin for a few days if you need to find me.

Well….kittens can be cute and all but I would hate to have an animal to look after.

Why though? Do you not like taking care of other things? 

He waited patiently for Gus to realize what he’d meant, the arm around his waist slowly stroking his back. Once he started moving, Asher shifted with him, helping Gus to his feet and keeping against him so the switch had someone to lean on. “Okay, Daddy. We can go slow, there’s no rush,” he said softly, his voice warm and caring.