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I'll be mellow when I'm dead. >.[

Yet again, this particular Xerxes Break has spent a solid three days mostly asleep. This time, however, it’s not because he’s passed the week being all domestic and sewing dresses for a local wedding. It’s because he’s just passed the week in the mansion’s version of the Abyss -- exhausted, hungry, and injured for most of that time. To be perfectly honest, it’s very likely that the only reason he survived at all was that Hatter was there to take care of him. Break is entirely willing, even glad, to admit that.

And Hatter’s still taking care of him now that he’s home -- which is what the mansion is, really, at least for the moment. Break was just as relieved to see his bed and his pillow nest and his pot of singing flowers as he would have been to see his apartment in his own world, which is an issue he’ll surely have to think long and hard about later on. For now, however, he is only concerned with recovering; and after spending three days waking up halfway solely to have his leg looked at and to eat whatever was put in front of him that wasn't broccoli, he is already much stronger.

So much stronger, in fact, that he is starting to get testy. The minor aches have all faded. The slight fever he had developed has been firmly fought off. The scratches across his leg are healing jaggedly owing to lack of stitching, but with no signs of infection, and he’s not dizzy, and he doesn’t have a migraine, and his appetite is -- well, he hadn't thought he could be any more of a bottomless pit than he was already, but apparently it is indeed possible.

This all being the case, why will no one let him out of bed yet?!

[ooc: Forward-dated to a few days after the end of the Abyss event. Posting early because I am going to have to be slow when the time comes, so I figured I’d best get crackin’. LATE PEOPLE ARE WELCOME as always; prose and action both accepted.]



May. 12th, 2011 12:17 am (UTC)
Liam brings in a tray of food, something he's been doing since they got out of the Abyss and he saw the condition of Xerxes' leg. He's managed to avoid thinking about the Abyss, though he hasn't done much sleeping lately. Instead he's been reading cookbooks.

But this is the first time he's come in with Break completely conscious.

He comes bearing chicken--and he's experimented with herbs on it--rice, and asparagus that he found in the fridge and looked like someone had harvested it fresh from outside.

"You're looking a bit better."
May. 12th, 2011 12:35 am (UTC)
"I feel better," Break announces. "I want to go for a walk."

At the moment, however, the food is here, so Xerxes might consider staying for a while before he limps off into the glorious sunset. He leans over to peer at the tray -- and catches sight of the asparagus.

Dubious Break is dubious.

"What is that suspiciously broccoli-looking stuff?"
May. 12th, 2011 12:42 am (UTC)
"Maybe. You'll need to be careful. That leg is pretty bad, and you don't want to set the healing back, especially since there are no stitches to keep it closed."

Liam puts the tray on Xerxes' bedside table. It also has a teapot and teacup. One. Indicating that Liam isn't going to have tea.

"It's asparagus. I assume it grows somewhere on the grounds. It looked freshly harvested. It's rather good."
May. 12th, 2011 12:49 am (UTC)
"No shit. But I have already been going on seeeecret walks anyway, to and from my bafroom," Break informs him loftily, leaning over further to continue glowering at the asparagus. "Because I am Xerxes fuckin' Break, and I piss when I please."

It's just as well that Liam doesn't seem to intend to stay. Someone is very obviously in a mood.

"It's ravver good, says you. My Liam actually enjoys eating broccoli. I do not know if I trust you where vegetables are concerned."
May. 12th, 2011 01:05 am (UTC)
"I'm shocked." He is unimpressed, Xerxes. And a bit tetchy. "You're injured, not an invalid."

He starts preparing the tea for Xerxes.

"Yes, yes. You're Xerxes Break. You'd rather eat cookies. I didn't realize a vegetable could fell you. But, then, I didn't expect you to be afraid of frogs, either."
May. 12th, 2011 01:14 am (UTC)
"Damn straight." Viciously, Break stabs the chicken with his fork, and then proceeds to take bites from it while it's on the fork instead of cutting it up like a civilized person. "Someone can carry me to and from the bafroom when I am eighty. And even then they won't 'cause I'll have a bloody walker and go zooming around wiv it, so there."

Guess which Chain has been carrying Break to and from the bathroom lately.

"And I am not afraid of frogs. They give me the heebie-jeebies, which are entirely different. We've been frough this."
May. 12th, 2011 01:35 am (UTC)
"Would you like me to poke around in the attic and find you a walker? Or maybe a wheelchair? Then you can run over people's toes and roll down the stairs."

He adds the sugar. Liam will be ignoring Break's poor table manners. As long as he eats, Liam doesn't care.

"I didn't believe that when I was eight and I don't believe it now."
May. 12th, 2011 01:46 am (UTC)
Break shoots Liam a flat, but patient, look. "Liam. You don't ride wheelchairs down the stairs. That is dangerous. You slide down the banister."

Table manners are for tables. Break is eating in bed, so bugger that. Tiring of the chicken for the moment, he waves the fork up and down until it falls back onto the plate and dives into his rice.

"Doesn't matter whevver you believe it or not, it's truuuuuuue~"
May. 12th, 2011 02:01 am (UTC)
More patient than Liam is feeling at this point. "So much less dangerous."

He holds the teacup out for Break.

"Yeah, sure. I'll pretend to believe you if it makes you feel better."
May. 12th, 2011 02:13 am (UTC)
Teeeeeea. Break reeeeeeeeaches for the tea.

"I had one of me lungs chopped out once, and that was bloody terrifyin'," he says calmly. "Therefore, I am not scared of sissy fings like frogs."

Far, far more terrifying was almost losing his own Liam, but. Not sayin' that out loud ever.
May. 12th, 2011 02:17 am (UTC)
Well, that's one way to find out something so horrifying. It just adds more horrifying to what he saw in the Abyss. It's a good thing Break takes the tea before Liam drops it.

He needs a chair, and so he goes and sits down. It's quite a while before he asks,

"Your lung?"
May. 12th, 2011 02:24 am (UTC)
It did occur to Break, more or less as soon as the words were out of his mouth, that they might not be as easy to take as he'd imagined. But, well. His mood is foul and Liam isn't helping it, and he'd probably have found out sooner or later anyway.

Still, he makes light of it.

"Yes, my lung. It went bad, so my doctors took it out, and it hurt like a bitch for six straight months after." He pauses to point to his wounded leg. The injury is hidden beneath his beloved purple plaid pajama pants. "See this? This wound is a sissy wound, and I should not have to stay in bed for it."
May. 12th, 2011 02:38 am (UTC)
"So that's how you 'got better.'"

This is said very softly. Liam takes off his glasses and just rubs the bridge of his nose.

When he speaks again, his voice is tired and somewhat defeated.

"I'm sure it's comparatively minor, but we don't have the sort of medical treatment you're used to, and your wounds aren't stitched. If you feel you're able to be out of bed, fine. But if you reopen those wounds, you could get infected again, and the scars will be worse."
May. 12th, 2011 02:52 am (UTC)
"I've been stabbed and not had 'em stitched before. And this isn't the first time I've been cut up here, eiver. I know how to be hurt, Liam; stop fussing.

Haven't I done alright by you and your wounds?"
May. 12th, 2011 02:58 am (UTC)
"Then if you think they're fine to walk on--and Hatter lets you--go ahead."

Liam gets up, not looking at Break. He wants to retreat from this now.

"You did, yes. But I fuss, Xerxes. That's about all I can do."
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And when they put me in the ground,
I’ll start pounding the lid,
Saying, "I haven’t finished yet —
I still have a tattoo to get
That says ‘I’m living in the moment’.”
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