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Name Day's eyes crack open and he coughs, blood dribbling down his chin as they slide over towards Creius, "Av… Avgust…"
"Is safe," Creius reassures, "he's not hurt."
"Good," Name Day murmurs, and then coughs again, spitting up even more blood, "hurts…"
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When Name Day is nearly killed in a seemingly random attack, Creius finds that it's his turn to sit in the chair and aid the man he loves with his recovery, no matter how hard it gets.
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He knows Creius feels similarly, even if he isn't as open with his feelings, but Name Day has come to learn to read him, and respect the space he asks for when it comes to the emotions he feels. He sits and offers, but leaves it up to Creius to accept the guidance and love he is more than willing to give. In the beginning, he was often refused, but now, after everything, the answer is more often yes than no, and it warms Name Day's heart to be one of Creius' trusted people.
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Name Day contemplates his relationship (in a good way).
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"I need you, now." Medicine Pocket interrupts, grabbing the communicator and stumbling in the direction of their labs bathroom. "Urgently."
"I'm on my way." Hissabeth says and the call disconnects.
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An accident occurs in Medicine Pocket's lab, Hissabeth helps in the aftermath.
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"I ran into the table!" Name Day exclaims loudly and Creius winces at the volume as he shouts right next to his ear.
"I can see that," Creius says and then asks X, "how much did he drink?"
The young man claps his hands together, "look, I'm going to be honest, we stopped counting when the shots started happening. A lot? If he's not hungover tomorrow, I'll be impressed."
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Creius has exactly two things to do on his list tonight: 1. Don't lose at boardgame night, and 2. Put his drunken lover to bed.
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Something must've been showing on his face, because Creius asked, "is there a problem, Paravyan?"
Paravyan swallowed uneasily and spoke, "did you know, sir, that in some parts of Australia, there are two kinds of crocodiles lurking in the waters? Freshwaters, which are small and will leave you alone, and saltwaters, which are massive and will deathroll you if they get a hold of you?"
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The XII Squad gets sent overseas for a job. It... doesn't go as planned.
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They think back to the last time they saw her, two days ago for lunch, and doesn't recall anything being amiss, but it's hard to tell with someone who wears her emotions on her sleeve.
Medicine Pocket is someone who hides behind their anger; Hissabeth is someone who hides behind her smiles.
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Something is wrong with Hissabeth, and Medicine Pocket gives her the comfort she needs.
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"If he tries to gouge his eyes out—not literally—it just means he needs pressure," Yermolai was saying to Name Day, "and if he complains about a stiff neck you just have to decapitate him—also not literally."
Silenced followed his words as Yermolai no doubt demonstrated what he meant. Name Day hummed and rested a hand on Creius' knee, a welcome presence. "Anything else?"
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Creius wakes with a migraine; Name Day tends to him.
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It's fine, they tell themself, up until it isn't.
It's fine, they tell those around them as they do it over and over again.
It's fine, they tell themself, as they lay in a bed in the medical wing.-----
Medicine Pocket is hurting. Hissabeth gives them the love they need.
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"I have realised that whatever our relationship is, it's not what everyone expects of us."
Medicine Pocket shifts their head and gently bites her finger to get her to move her hand, which she does and they ask, "why does it matter to you?"
"It just does, I can't explain it," Hissabeth says honestly, "I don't mind not putting a label on it, but between us at least, I need to define it. Is it just sex, or is there something more?"-----
After a hookup leads to some casual sex between friends, Hissabeth finds herself questioning if she wants more.
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Creius went still, brow furrowed, and slowly lifted his head, eyes landing on Name Day's arm. The furrow deepened before finally, his eyes went wide, "what happened?"
From the couch, Yermolai laughed, "I was wondering how long it would take you to notice."
"Shut up," Creius huffed before he stood and came over to stand in front of Name Day, asking again, "what happened?"-----
Name Day breaks his arm and Creius dotes on him.
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Name Day shakes his head and squeezes his eyes shut, the words he so desperately needs to say on the tip of his tongue and yet the dog claws them back down his throat, refusing to let them free. It wants him to suffer, to drown, despite Name Day's silent pleas for it to let him go. "I…"
His throat closes up the second he tries to say more, but Enigma just waits. He just waits.
The tears are running down Name Day's face before he can stop them, and it's only then, that he can get the words out, "I need help. I can't get up the slope on my own."
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Name Day finds himself struggling, worse than he has in a long time, and those around him, try to keep him from shattering.
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Creius is talking to someone in a Foundation uniform and normally that would make Name Day pause, but he's not thinking rationally right now and he needs Creius, he needs someone safe, and Creius is that someone.
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"What happened to you?" Yermolai said to him the moment his eyes landed on Paravyan's drenched form.
He sighed, "got caught in the rain."
"Looks a bit more than that, you're all scratched up."
"Oh, there was an incident with a child on skates. She lost control and crashed into me, but she's okay." Paravyan said, moving down the hall towards his room, only to be stopped by Marsha. He jerked back from her reaching hands. "I'm okay too."-----
Paravyan gets injured helping someone, but rather than tell anyone, he hides the injury instead.
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"How much of a pillow do you want?" Hissabeth asks.
Medicine Pocket just sits up and gives Hissabeth the space to slip further onto the couch, slotting themselves between her legs, much like how they had a couple of nights ago, but this time they lay on their side—partially on their stomach—and press their face into her stomach. "Like this is good."
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Medicine Pocket is testing a new drug, and there are some side effects.
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Creius nodded and then let out a sigh, "I have to go make sure we have everything we need for when we leave. I'll see you tonight?"
"Of course," Name Day and quickly raised a hand when Creius leaned in closer to try and steal a kiss, "the children are staring."-----
Name Day accompanies the XII Squad on a job. There's a... slight mishap.
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She picked up the shirt, "you don't mind I stay another night?"
Medicine Pocket scowled at her, "you're gonna do it anyway, just don't hog all the blankets this time."
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Hissabeth finds herself watching over Medicine Pocket as they heal.
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X goes very still, but the researcher is gone, storming back to their companion before he can even formulate an answer. Useless? His inventions aren't useless, they're fun, they're unique, and he's well earnt the right to build whatever he wants with everything he's given to Laplace and the Foundation over the years.
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X has a bad day at work.
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"Talk to me, Creius," Name Day says softly, running his other hand up and down Creius' side.
"I—" he breaks off and forces himself to take a slow breath, "I—control. I don't have control."
Name Day blinks and tilts his head, hair falling over his shoulder where it has come out of its ponytail. "You have control, still."
Creius frowns.-----
Creius feels himself losing control of the game he's spent years playing, and Name Day helps to give back some of that control.
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"I was arguing with Ulrich." Medicine Pocket said, and relief crossed Hissabeth's face.
"Indeed you were. Although, we weren't expecting you to just collapse mid-sentence." Hissabeth said. "I don't think Ulrich was either, it's the first time I've seen him speechless."
"Good, fish bowl needs to shut up more." Medicine Pocket let their eyes slip shut, but a gentle pinch forced them into opening them again.-----
Nobody said being the head of the biological department meant that they were healthy.
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"Saw you struggling on the bank, then you both disappeared and figured something was wrong."
"He's afraid of water," Paravyan says quickly in a single breath.
"Of fucking course he is," Yermolai huffs, "maybe we should get Laplace to make him a floaty, then if he drowns he just drowns himself."
Paravyan snorts at the idea.-----
A mission goes wrong the the XII Squad find themselves taking an unexpected swim.