MULTI MUSE

"Don’t look back."

"I missed you."

"It’s too late."

"Please don’t go."

"You promised me."

"Who did this?"

"I forgive you."

"We were gods."

"Leave me alone."

"They found us."

"Trust me, please."

"I need help."

"Run. Don’t stop."

"It wasn’t me."

"I remember everything."

"Burn it all."

"Tell me why."

"You never called."

"It’s just rain."

"You owe me."

"She’s not breathing."

"Is that blood?"

"You were right."

"It ends now."

"We start over."

"Stay with me."

"Nothing feels real."

"I hate this."

"Do it now."

"They're watching us."

"Make it stop."

"It's not yours."

"I was waiting."

"He’s behind you."

"They’re all gone."

"Time is up."

"Bring them back."

"It’s our turn."

"This is wrong."

"Don’t let go."

"We are cursed."

"No one knows."

"You're not real."

"Don’t say it."

"I saw everything."

"Nothing ever changes."

"Call it off."

"What are you?"

"I found it."

 As soon as Lei found himself on the bed, he stood up and threw his arms around Matt's neck, hugging him tightly as though they'd been separated for days. Matt, thanks to the lingering grogginess, couldn't react fast enough to soften the impact, and just let out a quiet 'oof', before wrapping one arm around his son.

 "I'm alright," he said softly, reaffirming Robby's words in an attempt to calm him down. Carefully prying the arms off from around his neck, he instead made Lei sit down on his lap, kissing the top of his head, before turning his attention back to Robby.

 "Still. You didn't have to go through all of that extra trouble. I doubt it's part of your job description. So... Thank you." Letting his gaze drop, he ran his fingers through Lei's hair and met his gaze with a tired smile, whenever he looked up at him.

 None of this was over yet, was it? They'd only gotten started, now that the clan had found them. They knew where they were. They weren't safe. Perhaps not even here.

 "For your sake, I hope they never will be reversed," Matt muttered, then cleared his throat. "Tell him I apologize. I know I have a pretty mean punch. And if he wants to press charges, I—I'd understand."

 Whenever Robby addressed Lei, he just stared at the doctor for a long moment, before looking up at Matt as though seeking for approval. "It's okay, you can go." Nodding his head, Matt gave him a gentle pat on the back, then looked back up at the other. "He doesn't speak English all that well yet. So you might have to have a little patience when he's trying to say something. But he knows how to get his point across, and he'll understand you, as long as you don't speak too fast. We're still... Working on it."

“Careful. Don’t put all your weight against him, he’s still a little hurt.” Robby tells the child gently to ensure that he doesn’t agitate any wounds that may still hurt, or pull any stitches on accident. As far as Robby knows, the guy hasn’t had any pain meds, so he must be in an incredible amount of pain right now. 

“He won’t press charges. He understands.” Not to mention, he’d seen the wounds on Matt’s body. It was only natural the guy went into defense mode, with or without a child being thrown into the mix. Robby may have had a talk with him, too, but he won’t admit that to Matt. 

“I do have an officer outside, though. Not my security – an actual police officer. I haven’t told him many details, just that you could still be in danger, and I’m not going to tell him anything.” Whatever Matt has gotten himself into, it’s pretty clear that he needs some sort of protection and the cop hadn’t asked a whole lot of questions – Robby will ensure it stays that way. 

Whatever Matt is involved with, he’s afraid that asking questions would spook the man and that’s not what they need right now. Spooking Matt could end up in some severe injuries with stitches busted open as he tries to make an quick panicked escape, but he also needs protection posted outside his hospital room, Robby can only hope he understands that instead of taking it as a threat. 

“That’s alright. We’ll be just fine, won’t we, kiddo?” Robby moves to grab the nurse call button to make sure Matt has it at his bedside, sticking it down near the railing and onto the mattress. “If you need anything, pain medicine, food, anything at all – hit that button. One of the nurses will come. Be nice to them, Dana isn’t as forgiving as I am.”

That last part is a joke; he doesn’t think Matt is any danger to anyone at all, which is why he’s not in restraints right now, when that is typically the protocol. “Trust me, we’ll be fine. If working this job has taught me anything, it’s to have a little patience. Teaching med students is kind of like teaching toddlers.” 

He reaches his hand out for Lei to take. He’d pick him up if it were his own child, but kids can be a little easy to scare, and some strange man (in the child’s eyes) picking him up all of a sudden might freak Lei out. That’s the last thing he wants. 

“Come on.” He nods his head in the direction of the door, “We can go see what the cafeteria has. Whatever you want. I hear they have some pretty great Jell-O.” He gives Lei a gentle smile, hoping to be reassuring. 

He pauses before he reaches up to take the stethoscope from his neck to offer it to Lei, if he has questions about the device, he can ask them and Robby will answer them.

It looks beautiful against her skin.

Though, by the look on her face. the one she angles at him once he drew away, promises retribution. Just as he anticipated to happen. Sonar knows her well enough already; a few well-placed touches here and there, a coo in her ear about how good she was being, and she'd break apart, worked up beyond relief and drag him to the nearest private corner to make him finish what he started.

The fun part was to see just how long she can last.

So she doesn't have to keep standing, he finds them an empty, private booth to keep to themselves, letting her slide in comfortably like she owned the place. "Any preference for your strong drink? A couple shots? A specific bottle? A fruity ass drink like I'm planning on getting?" Because, honestly, a Mai Tai sounded fucking incredible right now.

Courtney knows exactly what he’s doing, and two can play at this game. She’s competitive, so if this is the game he wants to play? So be it. Which one of them will break first? She’d be lying if she didn’t say she’s thrilled to find out. 

The mischievous look in her eyes promises she is up to no good, despite how docile she seems right now. If she works him up enough, maybe the bat will come out regardless; she doesn’t have to be good. 

But she also knows how to toe that line between good and bad.  

As she slides into the booth, she shifts, throwing her legs up on the table with one ankle crossed over the other. If anyone says anything to her – well, they can just fuck off, can’t they? 

She stretches her arms out across the back of the booth, head tilting slightly as she stares at Sonar for a moment. The throbbing in her skin from the bite is delicious, and it gives her something to focus on that isn’t the throbbing between her thighs. 

Fucking Sonar. 

“You and your fruit. God, please tell me you’re not about to spend 3k on a fruity drink, too?” Do they even make mixed drinks that cost that much? It’s money she would never know what to do with and it still feels so weird to hear anything about being spoiled. 

She’s torn between wanting to enjoy it and being uncomfortable with so much money being spent on her when she’s spent her whole life poor, when she wasn’t swindling men out of money.  

Maybe it isn’t so bad...? She has no problem taking men’s money in the past and he’s just offering it like it’s nothing. It’s not as if she’s stealing it from him, she shouldn’t feel so weird about it. 

Maybe she should let him spoil her? Especially when it seems to make him happy? 

“That one you’d argue was a result of ‘self-destructive tendencies’. I call it when a dispute quickly escalates into a felony.” He laughed a bit dryly at his own terrible joke. “Was a couple weeks ago. Philips swore he could talk the guy down without any issues. Terrible idea by the way, guy went and panicked, took hostages, and didn’t know shit on how to fire a gun so a stray from his .9 clipped me. All ‘cause the bank wouldn’t budge on his mortgage payments.”  

Not the craziest of stories he had under his belt, but it was the freshest. Visible. The rest were probably either forgotten, scabbed memories, or were so common to the average healthcare worker it was pretty easy to overlook. 

That was ignoring the obvious bunch, of course. Stumpy scar tissue wasn’t exactly sexy anyways. 

Jesus. 

He had assumed it was recent, just from first glance, but he didn’t realize it was that recent. How the hell had he not noticed? Maybe because it wasn’t too bad of a wound, if he hadn’t been dragging his lips across Jack’s skin he might have not noticed at all. 

Robby drags his lips over it again, softer and slower this time. One of these days, that job is going to land Jack in the hospital with an life threatening injury. Robby dreads that day, hopes he never sees it, but knows the likelihood of it is very high. 

He tries not to think about that and instead focuses on Jack and pressing his lips to his other shoulder.  

“I mean -” Robby’s cut off by Jack pressing his lips to his own in a proper kiss, earning a pleased hum into Jack’s mouth. When they part, he finishes his thought. “Unless you really want to go to the store?” He could spend hours trying to find the scars on Jack’s body, pretending like he doesn’t know where some of them are, kissing each and every one.