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[forthedog]

It hasn't made things any better. It's keeping him in bed and that's the best he thinks he can hope for right now.

At first he hadn't known what was going on; there had only been a sense of confusion and fear, people running through the halls, once or twice a faint scream. He hadn't know what was going on, and then all at once he'd come face to face with it, one of the doctors stopping and giving him a clipped explanation and then a flurry of panic and trying to get up and then some unknown time later... Chris and Lennox. And what they were carrying.

They'd put her in bed next to him. He had moved as much as he could. His leg is still painful, but moveable at least, if he's careful.

So it's happened before. So last time everyone was fine. So fucking what. This is Eostre and she's pregnant and he's fucking sick of the island doing this to him, making him feel this kind of fear.

He lies next to her and rests his head against her shoulder.

His hand hasn't left her belly in hours. He hasn't slept in he doesn't know how long. He counts his breaths and hers, and measures out the remaining time until he knows. One way or the other.

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[chris-cutter.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, sure," Chris said with a nod, and it was clear that he did plan to come back. If only to occasionally check on Eostre. Not that he doubted Mike would be just fine doing that on his own, but Eostre's... she's Eostre. And the Veggies.

"Take care, okay?"

He didn't wait for a response, though, shooting Hobbes one last quick look before turning to head out again.

[out-of-realm.livejournal.com]

Hobbes gave Chris a polite nod to say goodbye but didn't say anything. He couldn't be fucked to bother. He looked down at Mike and at Eostre-and-Mike and forced a grin for Pinocchio, rubbing his good shin firmly up and down.

"Yeah," he says, "Yeah I'll stay 'til you conk out." He swallowed. "Just wake up, yeah?"

[m-pinocchio.livejournal.com]

"I'll try." He reaches down blindly, looking for a hand to grip, because that's in the back of his mind, too; if he falls asleep he might stay that way, and he needs an anchor.

At least he can sleep at all, now. Now that he knows there's two tiny heartbeats.

"Just give'm a chance," he murmurs, already drifting. "Please. For me."

[out-of-realm.livejournal.com]

Hobbes slid his hand into Pinocchio's, squeezing hard. He licked his lips, looking down at Mike's sleepy face, feeling the familiar stretch in his chest at the sight of him so at ease and vulnerable. He really did smile, then.

"...'m trying," he said, and meant 'I already did'. He squeezed Mike's hand again. "Just sleep it off, man. Morning will look better."