[Thankfully, Teddy's worst fears did not come true. The cure had been made before the bomb went off or Loki arrived to kill them both. Teddy had insisted that Billy get it first, as he needed it the most, before he himself got it too. And while he wanted to carry Billy out himself, he knew he was too weak and injured for that.
So now they're both back in Luceti, in the clinic now. Teddy, with his abilities back, had recovered quite a bit due to his healing (which he's extremely happy to have back, by the way). But the deterioration on the draft had made the ability slow, like it was waking up from a long sleep. It had started out way too slowly for his taste, but now, most of his injuries had been healed completely, save for a few here and there. His whole right arm had been badly damaged on the draft, so that's still in a careful, temporary splint, and there's still a bandage around his head from where he was clubbed in the temple.
He doesn't think about either of these things, though. No, what he's thinking about is the teenager with his head in his lap, still sleeping from both the sedative and the cure. The signs of infection were totally gone, though his own injuries still remain and had to be treated at the clinic. They assured Teddy that he'd be okay.
But as he sits in place of the pillow and strokes his boyfriend's cheek with his good hand, he knows that he won't stop worrying until those brown eyes open, clear and okay and alive.]
Late October 31st
So now they're both back in Luceti, in the clinic now. Teddy, with his abilities back, had recovered quite a bit due to his healing (which he's extremely happy to have back, by the way). But the deterioration on the draft had made the ability slow, like it was waking up from a long sleep. It had started out way too slowly for his taste, but now, most of his injuries had been healed completely, save for a few here and there. His whole right arm had been badly damaged on the draft, so that's still in a careful, temporary splint, and there's still a bandage around his head from where he was clubbed in the temple.
He doesn't think about either of these things, though. No, what he's thinking about is the teenager with his head in his lap, still sleeping from both the sedative and the cure. The signs of infection were totally gone, though his own injuries still remain and had to be treated at the clinic. They assured Teddy that he'd be okay.
But as he sits in place of the pillow and strokes his boyfriend's cheek with his good hand, he knows that he won't stop worrying until those brown eyes open, clear and okay and alive.]