It's About Balance - OTA

[prince_of_nymphs]

His new show had finally been announced, and he'd done a small round of press this morning. Radio, mostly. Just little interviews, mostly about his return to telly and the fact that he was starring in the reboot of a classic and beloved show. Nothing taxing, nothing thrilling. Just boring media- The side of the job Fin sort of wished he could skip. He managed to be his charming self though, deflecting when the questions got too personal, all while flirting shamelessly with a few of the interviewers. The public loved that, he'd found, and he wasn't shy about playing it up. 

Mid-day found him wandering Covent Garden, two small shopping bags in one hand, Starbucks in the other. He was clean shaven, and his hair was getting a bit ridiculous again, just touching his shoulders as he walked, and occasionally getting in his face when he stopped to peek in shop windows. All and all, a dreadfully normal day. ...At least, it had been.

He'd been having little pains lately, ever since New Years. Nothing dreadful, but... Discomfort that was a bit too familiar. If felt like... It felt like his heart. Though it couldn't be, could it? Not now. not with his enchanted heart and fae blood. It had to be something mundane. Heartburn, perhaps. Something innocent.

That's what he kept telling himself- Even now when the pain returned. It was sudden and sharp, enough that he dropped his shopping and doubled over slightly, holding his chest and panicking a bit. He couldn't go to the hospital, couldn't risk them checking his blood... He had to do something though, and he pulled out his phone. Hand shaking, he wasn't sure which number he'd called. Wasn't even sure he'd managed to make a call.

(OTA- If you're friends with Fin, feel free to assume he called you! He's not well and could have easily called anyone in his contacts. ;) If you don't know Fin or your pup wouldn't be reachable for whatever reason, feel free to simply be in the right place at the right time. LT/ST very welcome. <3)

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[goodfellow]

Robin looked at the number on the phone when he picked it up, and then after only the briefest hesitation, answered. "Yes Fin?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin wasn't sure who he'd meant to call, but he didn't think it had been Robin- Though he was unbelievably glad to have gotten an answer.

"Something's wrong with me," he said quietly, sounding pained and breathless. "I don't know what to do."

His breath caught again, weak and tight sounding down the phone.

"...I think it's my heart."

[goodfellow]

Robin's first reaction was, why are you calling me?! But he tempered it a bit and said, "Fin, you need a doctor. Do you need me to find one for you?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I can't go to the hospital," Fin insisted, breath catching again. He closed his eyes, trying to push through the lingering pain, then spoke again.

"I know I got drunk on New Years, and I made a mistake- A big mistake- And I'm sorry, I am. Truly. ...But I need you. Please, Robin. Please, come get me."

The pain had faded slightly, and he managed to gather his bags, but he was exhausted, and only made it as far as a nearby bench.

[goodfellow]

"Fin, it's not about - " But then Robin cut himself off. Clearly Fin wasn't thinking straight. "Where are you?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Covent Garden," Fin said quietly. "I'm right... I'm near, um... I'm across from Saint Paul's. I think- I can make it to the street, I think. I just feel a bit dizzy."

[goodfellow]

"Sit," said Robin. "I'll be there in ten minutes." And he hung up, and went to get his car.

He was there in eight, parked illegally, and found Fin. Good, he wasn't passed out or anything.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Looking up at Rob, Fin seemed unsteady as he stood. His coffee was discarded, and he held his small bit of shopping as if he thought he might drop it.

"Thank you," he said softly- His gaze deeply cloudy for the first time in a bit. He could see, but only just barely.

[goodfellow]

Robin took Fin's arm, holding him up.

"I know doctors," he said, "who know about us. I can take you to one."

[drfeelbad]

House had come out of surgery perhaps 10 minutes before. He didn't like being the one to perform them himself if he could help it, but when it came to his own patients this days he didn't always trust the competence of others.

He'd just gotten his things out of his locker when his phone rang. When he saw that it was Fin, he answered it. "Hi," he said. "Can I call you back? I've just gotten out of surgery - "

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin barely took in what the other man was saying, only latching onto the fact that it was Greg- And Greg might be able to help.

"There's something wrong," Fin said, voice tight and breathless. "...I think it's my heart."

He stumbled a little, nearly dropping his phone, but made his way to a bench.

[drfeelbad]

"What?" Suddenly he had House's full attention. "Where are you? I'll call an ambulance, have them bring you here to the hospital."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I can't- I can't go to the hospital. You know I can't," he said softly, panicking a little as his vision started to fade. "You saw my blood work."

[drfeelbad]

"But - " began House, wanting to say that once he was here, he could see to him. But he knew that once an ambulance was involved, that wouldn't be the case. They'd take him straight to the ER.

"Okay, tell me where you are. I'll come get you."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Covent Garden... I'm across from Saint Paul's," Fin said, voice tight and weak sounding. "I can make it to the road, I think. I just- I feel... It hurts," he confessed, fear clear in his voice.

[drfeelbad]

"I'm on my way," said House tersely. "But if you get worse before I get there you call a fucking ambulance." And he hung up the phone.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin didn't have a chance to reply, and he was sort of thankful for it. He felt so lightheaded, and his magic had shifted from aiding his sight to aiding his heart, leaving him blind and exhausted.

[willysilver]

Willy had come to understand not every call meant he was summoned to Fin's side. Sometimes it was just to check in or to chat a minute. And so he hardly thought at all about it as he swiped the call and answered.

"Finlay," he said warmly. "Are you done with your press?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Something's wrong," Fin said quietly, voice tight and breathless. "Something's happened to my heart, Will... I need you. Please."

[willysilver]

That was all it took for him to will himself across distance, bound as he was to Fin that he could find him anywhere. He hadn't even put his phone away.

"Your heart," he said. He put the device in his pocket then so he could take hold of Fin with both hands. "Can it be so?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin fumbled with his phone, his vision going dark as he put it away.

"...I can't see anything either," he admitted, looking pale and worn down. Slightly grey, actually.

[willysilver]

A hospital never crossed Will's mind. Only one place would serve them now.

"Home," he replied and pulled Fin into his arms. The world sifted for them and where they once been in the garden, now they were in the safety of their own flat. The lingering smell of pot and wine, flowers and leather were all around them. And Keats was instantly at Fin's heel attending to him.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin reached down, letting his fingers rake through the soft and familiar fur, scratching Keats and looking unsteady. He was home though. Home with Will. Home safe... His magic was very aware of that, and took over for a moment, doing what it thought was best.

The shift into the fox was instant, and the little white creature seemed startled as it looked around the flat. ...Oh, it could see though. Fox could see.

Better like this. Safe like this. No pain. Pretty fox, healthy fox...

Keats leaned over, nudging Fin with his nose, and the little fox fell over. ...Okay, so he was still a bit weak.

[willysilver]

"Tut, tut, my friend," Willy said as he gently pushed Keats away a little. He scooped Fin up and held him to his chest. "Come, I will make tea," he told him, carrying him to the kitchen.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin wriggled a little in Will's hold, nipping at his fingers- Though there was nothing vicious or angry about it. If anything, it was affectionate.

Why am I better now? he asked Will, looking up and whining softly. He couldn't live his whole life as a fox, but- All that pain simply faded away in this form, and his vision no longer required his magic to work. It was a freeing feeling.