[By the time Eddie has considered him fed enough Waylon is beyond miserable. He just wants to feel nothing.]
Yes—
[His voice wavers, let's not start weeping again, c'mon Waylon. The yes could be an answer to Eddie's questions, but maybe Waylon is just looking forward to being healed. To not hurting anymore. Or it's the sedative he's happy for. He doesn't even feel it, but looks at the man who seems so eager to care for him.]
Thank you...
[For giving him some reprieve from the pain. Sleep blessedly doesn't take long to come after that. For some days that's how it goes. The pain is too much for him to sleep on his own, Eddie has to sedate him to give him any real rest. Waylon doesn't know how many days he's been here, at least not at first. After some time he's able to start figuring out ways to keep track of it.
The times Eddie comes down, the extended periods of time when he's not here, must be at the hospital, must be working... when he's home and taking care of his needs. It becomes a pretty set schedule more or less. Except on Eddie's days off. He sees much more of him then.
Honestly he's started to prefer his presence, because left to his own thoughts he might just go crazy. Sometimes he's left in silence and that's the worst, other times Eddie leaves programs on for him, old black and white tv shows with the perfect nuclear families and the doting wife and hard working husband. Usually at least one child if not a daughter and a son. Studious god fearing people. He's memorized some of the episodes by now, it seems to depend on how Eddie feels that day which show he has him watch, which episodes he leaves him with. Some he's only seen once, other multiple. Does it mean anything?
The pain has lessoned enough that he can shift on the bed some, even lay on his side if he wants, which is nice. He's always been a filthy side sleeper. Waylon is pretty sure he's been here at least three weeks... probably a little more than that, but that's just a rough guess from what he thinks are the days going by. He's close. More like a month.]
... how was work?
[It's dinner time again, Eddie always brings him down dinner on a tray in his apron. His mind thinks it's so nice of his husband to do this for him while he's healing... wait his husband? No— no that's just what Eddie calls himself, they're not... Waylon skewers a piece of chicken on his fork with some green beans, before bringing them to his mouth. He can much more easily sit up on his own now too, feed himself. Though Eddie still will dotingly wipe at his face if he happens to make a mess.]
You've been late the last few nights, are they short staffed?
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Yes—
[His voice wavers, let's not start weeping again, c'mon Waylon. The yes could be an answer to Eddie's questions, but maybe Waylon is just looking forward to being healed. To not hurting anymore. Or it's the sedative he's happy for. He doesn't even feel it, but looks at the man who seems so eager to care for him.]
Thank you...
[For giving him some reprieve from the pain. Sleep blessedly doesn't take long to come after that. For some days that's how it goes. The pain is too much for him to sleep on his own, Eddie has to sedate him to give him any real rest. Waylon doesn't know how many days he's been here, at least not at first. After some time he's able to start figuring out ways to keep track of it.
The times Eddie comes down, the extended periods of time when he's not here, must be at the hospital, must be working... when he's home and taking care of his needs. It becomes a pretty set schedule more or less. Except on Eddie's days off. He sees much more of him then.
Honestly he's started to prefer his presence, because left to his own thoughts he might just go crazy. Sometimes he's left in silence and that's the worst, other times Eddie leaves programs on for him, old black and white tv shows with the perfect nuclear families and the doting wife and hard working husband. Usually at least one child if not a daughter and a son. Studious god fearing people. He's memorized some of the episodes by now, it seems to depend on how Eddie feels that day which show he has him watch, which episodes he leaves him with. Some he's only seen once, other multiple. Does it mean anything?
The pain has lessoned enough that he can shift on the bed some, even lay on his side if he wants, which is nice. He's always been a filthy side sleeper. Waylon is pretty sure he's been here at least three weeks... probably a little more than that, but that's just a rough guess from what he thinks are the days going by. He's close. More like a month.]
... how was work?
[It's dinner time again, Eddie always brings him down dinner on a tray in his apron. His mind thinks it's so nice of his husband to do this for him while he's healing... wait his husband? No— no that's just what Eddie calls himself, they're not... Waylon skewers a piece of chicken on his fork with some green beans, before bringing them to his mouth. He can much more easily sit up on his own now too, feed himself. Though Eddie still will dotingly wipe at his face if he happens to make a mess.]
You've been late the last few nights, are they short staffed?