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Being in a hospital makes me want to write about people being in hospitals. Doesn't help that I'm covering various inpatient units. >> Lots of extremely small pieces.
"I want nothing so much as you home with me," Will told Tharkay, kissing his fingertips, where the tape from the IV could not dull the feeling of Will's lips on his skin. "And I know you will be soon."
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For a moment, the dazed, hollow expression cleared from her eyes. Julius could see the spark of recognition return once more to her gaze, alighting on him and filling him with a wary joy; it will not last, he told himself, but the thought was hard to keep in mind when Kay was looking at him with such fondness. Her voice wavering, she murmured, "Jules?"
She didn't say anything else when he answered, "Yes, my dear. I'm here," only stared at him with tears in her eyes until her wits faded again.
He resolved to remember to tell her that he loved her, the next time she knew him enough to react with something other than a blank glance. But she did not again emerge, as a ship from the fog, and died six weeks later.
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"They won't let you up for love or money," Archie told William, willing levity into his voice. "I already asked if I could help you up when you needed it, and they said no. So you might as well lie back and listen to me talk for now."
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"You had me worried there," Kay informed him, sounding like she was trying to keep her voice from wobbling and failing miserably. Julius longed to hold more than her hand just then, and damn the monitors keeping him from doing it. "I thought I'd have to start thinking up my own ways out of plot holes."
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Will came into the room tentatively, as though Tharkay would be at all unhappy to see him, holding a single white rose in a narrow vase. Setting it on the tray next to Tharkay's bed, Will leaned down to brush a kiss over his forehead. "Good morning. How have you been?"
Terribly lonely, Tharkay wanted to tell him. Longing to fall asleep next to you, not a heart monitor. Instead, he reached for Will's hand the moment he pulled up a chair and said lightly, "Much better now you're here. They wouldn't let me call you last night."
"Whyever not?" Will asked, clearly affronted, and so obvious about it that Tharkay's heart swelled with pleasure at his expression. Everything else could be the past if only Will would be indignant on his behalf just now. "They must know I'd have taken your call."
"You will have to tell them that," Tharkay said, stroking Will's fingers. "They told me three in the morning was too late for telephoning anyone, husbands included."
"I want nothing so much as you home with me," Will told Tharkay, kissing his fingertips, where the tape from the IV could not dull the feeling of Will's lips on his skin. "And I know you will be soon."
-
For a moment, the dazed, hollow expression cleared from her eyes. Julius could see the spark of recognition return once more to her gaze, alighting on him and filling him with a wary joy; it will not last, he told himself, but the thought was hard to keep in mind when Kay was looking at him with such fondness. Her voice wavering, she murmured, "Jules?"
She didn't say anything else when he answered, "Yes, my dear. I'm here," only stared at him with tears in her eyes until her wits faded again.
He resolved to remember to tell her that he loved her, the next time she knew him enough to react with something other than a blank glance. But she did not again emerge, as a ship from the fog, and died six weeks later.
-
"They won't let you up for love or money," Archie told William, willing levity into his voice. "I already asked if I could help you up when you needed it, and they said no. So you might as well lie back and listen to me talk for now."
-
"You had me worried there," Kay informed him, sounding like she was trying to keep her voice from wobbling and failing miserably. Julius longed to hold more than her hand just then, and damn the monitors keeping him from doing it. "I thought I'd have to start thinking up my own ways out of plot holes."
-
Will came into the room tentatively, as though Tharkay would be at all unhappy to see him, holding a single white rose in a narrow vase. Setting it on the tray next to Tharkay's bed, Will leaned down to brush a kiss over his forehead. "Good morning. How have you been?"
Terribly lonely, Tharkay wanted to tell him. Longing to fall asleep next to you, not a heart monitor. Instead, he reached for Will's hand the moment he pulled up a chair and said lightly, "Much better now you're here. They wouldn't let me call you last night."
"Whyever not?" Will asked, clearly affronted, and so obvious about it that Tharkay's heart swelled with pleasure at his expression. Everything else could be the past if only Will would be indignant on his behalf just now. "They must know I'd have taken your call."
"You will have to tell them that," Tharkay said, stroking Will's fingers. "They told me three in the morning was too late for telephoning anyone, husbands included."
