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He'd gone traveling that day when The Doctor and Ace had turned up. It was The Doctor's way of saying he was sorry, taking Hex to Scutari to be useful during the Crimean war. He was there a month, knee deep in blood and a slave to time. He tried to help the soldiers but he didn't have the tools. It was hard even to get the rest of the medics to wash their bloody hands. He was there a month, a month into the siege, and up turned Florence Nightengale. His idol. It was a biography of her that had spurred him into nursing in the first place. And things went along until The Doctor turned up again and he and Ace brought everything to a head...and that was when Hex got shot. A musket ball pierced his chest and he knew he was dying. The technology and supplies of the time couldn't save him, but it was nothing for 2016 so The Doctor and Ace got him into the TARDIS and back to London. He was treated in his own A&E, given the best of care, and patched up in no time. When he was out of surgery he got his phone from Ace and sent off a text, a long one, just to let them know.

But he had to stay and stay in bed as much as he could stand it. He was bored as could be and sat up in bed, picking at his bread pudding and mashed potatoes. The telly was on and he saw the news about a bomb blast in Lahore and it reminded him too much of what he'd seen in the war. Blood and death.

He clicked the tv off just as the door opened. It was too soon for more medication so he sat up straighter and looked to see who it was.

{One off and EP all in one.

Date: 2016-03-27 09:35 pm (UTC)
london_spy: (worry)
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Danny had come as soon as he'd heard, and he stood awkwardly in the doorway. A mixture of worry and concern painted his features, causing his shoulders to slope forward slightly and his brow to crease. The fear he felt caused lines to appear across his forehead- Faint, but very much there, making him appear older than he was.

He'd never known anyone who'd been shot before, and he didn't honestly know what to say. 'Are you okay?' seemed like a stupid question, but rather than think of something better, Danny blurted out words he hadn't had time to mull over.

"Did you really get shot? Like, actually shot?" he asked, his voice sharper than usual as his worry made his throat tighten.

Had he caused this? By getting close to Hex... Had he put the man in danger?

Date: 2016-03-28 01:00 pm (UTC)
london_spy: (sit)
From: [personal profile] london_spy
There was a chair in the corner, and Danny started to pull it over, wincing at the loud sound it made. It felt so disruptive in such a quiet setting, and eventually he picked it up instead, bringing it to Hex's bedside and perching himself right on the edge.

"I can't believe you're laughing," he said, sounding slightly in awe of the other man. "I don't think I'd be laughing."

He seemed unsure of where to put his hands, folding them in his lap at first, then reaching out to take Hex's hand and give it a firm squeeze- And though it seemed like an act of comfort, the truth was it was really quite selfish. Danny's way of reassuring himself that Hex was here, and that he seemed okay. ...Considering.

"What happened?" he asked quietly.
Edited Date: 2016-03-28 02:18 pm (UTC)

Date: 2016-03-29 02:22 am (UTC)
london_spy: (down)
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"Just since Friday," Danny said softly. "I thought... I assumed you were working overtime. I should have called, I should have checked. God, I'm such an idiot. ...I swear, if I'd known you were in trouble, or in danger, I would have looked for you."

Date: 2016-03-29 02:30 am (UTC)
london_spy: (down)
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Danny nodded, but it didn't really ease his guilt.

"Is there anything I can do? I mean- Are you going to be in here long? Should I pack a bag for you? ...I should have brought your pyjamas, I just- I sort of panicked and came right here," he admitted.

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Date: 2016-03-28 05:14 am (UTC)
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"Good to see you're awake and bored as all get out," Remus grinned, peering from around the door, before the rest of his lanky body soon joined him. He looked at Hex, at the hospital food, at the curtains, and crossed to open them, spilling light into the room. Bored was something he knew how to handle.

"I didn't bring flowers," he murmured, looking about the room to see if anyone else had. "Are we at the bringing flowers stage of dating? If so, I apologise." He was a whirlwind of fussing, from straightening Hex's blankets to pouring him another glass of water to resting a hand on Hex's forehead to feel his temperature and then check his pulse, timing it with a glance at his very old-fashioned watch.

Finally, he dragged a chair over to Hex's bedside, and flopped down into it, folding his arms on the bed and planting his chin there to look at Hex, a bit sulky and concerned. "I was worried about you, dear. Whatever happened?"

Date: 2016-03-30 02:23 am (UTC)
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"Guns. Terrible things," Remus observed, casting his eyes over Hex's body as if he could observe the damage and the pain done to him. He couldn't, of course, but that didn't mean he wasn't about to tut-tut about Muggles and their weapons. "Good to know you're patched up, though. And healing well, from what I can see?"

Date: 2016-03-30 04:52 am (UTC)
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"Good to know. If you need someone to ease you around, give a holler?" Remus could help him in and out of wheelchairs or with his crutches, it was no trouble if help was needed.

Besides, it wasn't like he had anything else to do.

"Want some chocolate?" he asked, fishing in a blazer pocket for his foil-wrapped supply. (But not the emergency supply in his inner pocket, no.)

Date: 2016-04-09 08:52 am (UTC)
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Remus chuckled, breaking off a couple of pieces and feeding them to Hex. "You're a nurse too, you must make a brilliant patient..." Glancing about the room, he'd never liked hospitals much.

"Have you had lots of well wishers?" he enquired. Hex seemed - not solitary, not really - but self-contained. He didn't seem to need people. But Remus liked the idea that he still had them, whether he needed them or not.

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Date: 2016-03-28 12:57 pm (UTC)
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Of course Jag had come, after getting a text from Hex letting him know. What was it with people getting fucking shot these days? He could have gladly never been in a hospital again, but this was less bad than when it had happened to Em, at least. He'd never had Hex's blood all over his hands, for one thing.

He knocked on the door then pushed it open, peering in to give the wounded man a small smile when he saw that he was awake. "Hey. Up for a visit?"

Date: 2016-03-29 11:56 am (UTC)
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"Definitely, yeah, thank you," Jag confirmed, walking in and holding up the plastic bag he was carrying. "And I brought you a fish and chips, you want some real food for a change."

Date: 2016-03-29 02:55 pm (UTC)
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"You won't have to ask me twice," Jag agreed, and sat on the edge of the bed beside Hex, opening the bag and pulling the food out. "How long are you laid up for?"

He could keep the 'what the fuck happened' at bay for a little while longer, probably.

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Date: 2016-04-09 06:44 am (UTC)
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"Hey," Bobby said, hovering in the doorway. "How are you feeling?" He didn't want to intrude if Hex wanted to rest, but he knew from recent experience how boring being stuck in bed was and how welcome company could be.

Date: 2016-04-09 12:56 pm (UTC)
cold_blueeyes: (boy next door)
From: [personal profile] cold_blueeyes
Bobby laughed and shook his head, stepping the rest of the way into the room and approaching the bed. "Yeah, no, I'm not gonna do that, sorry. Although I could get a curry and smuggle it in to you..."

Date: 2016-04-13 09:48 am (UTC)
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Bobby perched on the edge of the bed. "Well, it's not like I was gonna ask someone if it was okay. That would be where the smuggling part comes in," he teased, smiling. "And I know the feeling. I'll just have to soldier on without you until you're cleared to come back." He gave Hex a look of concern. "But you're gonna be okay?"

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