#post bt

@shizaze

Joseph didn’t like to stay far from Caesar for too long. The blond was getting better but he wasn’t 100% yet. He’d been really scared those first few weeks, every time their had been an irregular heart beat, with how soft and week his voice had been. The thought of loosing Caesar tore his heart to pieces and watching him seemingly struggle to keep living and knowing how little he could help, was a harder fight than he’d had with any of the pillar men. That was why he’d busied himself getting things for his love, while he was forced out of the Italian’s room. “Sorry I wasn’t here when you woke, the nurse forced me to leave. Can you believe that?” He asked scowling at the door as if he could somehow cast a glare at the offending nurse beyond it. The brit then returned to gazing at Caesar with a bright smile. “I went out and bought you some clothes for when they let you out. I also got you this cute stuffed puppy for when you can’t cuddle me and...” At this point the brunette’s voice dropped to a whisper as he cupped the side of he’s mouth. “I smuggled this in for you!” He stated setting the other gift down on the corner of the bed to reveal a silver food tray with a lid underneath it. 

@shizaze

The first thing he had done after Suzie Q found him beaten and battered but victorious after defeating Kars, was beg the woman to search for Caesar, to save him if she could. As he’d lay in his hospital bed a new hand being graphed to his wrist... courtesy of his Uncle Speedwagon, He was told they had found him, he was alive. He wasn’t allowed to see him though, Suzie Q had told him he was in no state to move himself.

It was torture in a way, Caesar was so close and he couldn’t see him, couldn’t hear his voice or hear his breathing... He could touch him ether. He’d bit his lip and even tried to see him a few times before being dragged back before they gave him a guard. It wasn’t until he was given the ok to move freely that he went to see Caesar but not without a little something...

A box of chocolates, it was a expensive brand too, one he’d seen the Italian enjoy in the past. He’d picked it specially for him, no one else even knew he was still alive yet and here he was with a box of sweets for a man that may not even be a wake or capable of eating. The thought made him tear up as he entered the room. Blue eyes meeting green, Caesar was awake, but as his name left the other man’s lips it twisted his heart in knots to hear how weak it was. The gift he put on the shelf forgotten as he held back a flood of tears.