#chaoticallycosmic

Even though Timur already knew, hearing Derya confirm that he'd been in an accident somehow made the reality worse. "I sort of remember that there was an accident but... did the doctors say anything about me? Is anything broken? Is everything okay?" His eyes moved from her to his body, which was covered in a blanket and he was in a hospital gown. There was really no telling how bad the extent of his injuries were without the doctor confirming them. When Derya tried to get him to stop moving, and lay back, he very nearly protested but the pain had increased when he had tried moving, so he settled back down.

His gaze returned to her concerned face. "I would like some water, actually, if you wouldn't mind," he replied. For a moment he was silent, before he spoke again, his voice still sounding strange. "So, you're still my emergency contact? That must have been a great feeling, getting that call." He considered that he would likely need to change that after all of this madness was over. "Sorry about that." Not that there was much else he could say to her with regards to having her still listed as his emergency contact. Just then a nurse entered the room, seeing he was awake, they bustled around him asking questions and checking all his vitals before they assured him that doctor would be coming in soon to speak with him.

Usher let out a soft sigh as she assured him the nose was broken, making it obvious that he couldn’t lie to her. And his face was probably swollen a bit right now as well as he breathed through his parted lips, even with the loud music in the distance he could hear just how ragged his breathing was. “So, no mosh pits for us anymore?”he asked with a short chuckle. “You got quite a kick, though, for such petite woman.”Usher commented. He hated the thought of her being worried about him once they part so he gave her a quick nod. “A registered nurse? Guess in this mess luck has turned to my side.”he murmured and carefully pushed himself to stand up with one hand while the other was still pressed to his nose. “Lead the way, stranger.”he mused, in all this bloody mess, literally, they didn’t even introduce themselves to one another. 

Nate wasn’t the best at surprises, but he was always trying to show Addy he cared by making time for her in his busy schedule. That was why he’d reached out to his secretary the moment his girlfriend mentioned the show. Not because she’d asked but because he wanted to support her, asking his secretary about making sure end of month finance meetings weren’t pushed up a week like he sometimes did. Quarterly reports came out at the beginning of July, meaning there was nothing new to talk about that really couldn’t have been in an email. That’s how the work went though and Nathaniel could at least appreciate his secretary’s effort to keep the meetings to a minimum. A plane ride later he was in Europe, a weekender bag and perfectly tailored suit in hand. He’d pulled some strings, a decent seat at the end of the runway ready to watch Adelaide walk. It was all worth it when she saw him smiling up at her, garnering a few stares as he chuckled in his seat. Nate, with Cosmo, would wait there for her after the show, but in that moment the world stopped and it was just them.

Cara’s routine on her weeks with Nora were always a carefully worked, a color coded schedule on her phone. She did her best to keep it revolving around Nora on the weeks she had her, but it meant that the weeks she didn’t she was doubling up on meetings and preparing her cases. The trade off with Drew usually between their houses, but the soon-to-be first grader was now adamant that she become a ballerina. Cara was indulgent, had called and found a rec center nearby to add Nora to classes. Nora was skipping toward her, Drew standing on the sidewalk with his hands in his pockets. New swap spot? He’d asked and Cara nodded with a quick. “As long as she likes it.” With a quick hug to the behemoth of a best friend and co-godparent of Nora, she promised to text him pictures and slipped inside. With no one at the welcome desk she held Nora’s hand waiting until she caught movement in the door behind the desk, “Excuse me? Can you tell me where to go for the little kid’s ballet classes?... and, um, we registered over the phone, so I guess I need to pay and if there’s paperwork... and now I’m rambling at a wall.” She squeezed Nora’s hand. “Just a minute longer, princess, okay?”

Florence, one of the most romantic cities in the world. One Addycake getting birthday cake and a whirlwind celebratory weekend full of drinks, dancing, food, copious amounts of very expensive presents in the form of lingerie and designer clothes... and maybe a tattoo or two.