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[Okay, so. Post-draft, he's given himself a few days of seclusion and bed-rest (apparently being infected with a zombie virus is exhausting), and even Billy can freely admit to himself that he's been pretty depressed lately, a fact for which he feels no shame considering that depression was well and truly earned. One can only spend so much time fretting, moping, and dwelling on one's own misery for so long, however, and today? He's decided that enough is enough. Billy will be going out today, limping around the village and visiting the people who were on the draft whose fate he's still uncertain of. The ones he can't find or has no reason to actually visit, he'll check with a light location spell, and he'll spend a few hours at Seventh Heaven people-watching out the window while he doodles in a book that Teddy had given him containing a series of patterns (much like this) that resemble inkblogs, and bit by bit Billy's turning them into something like this instead. It's been a tiring week, though, so you could always catch him napping on the table, instead.
At some point he'll attempt to find Peter, and when both a location spell and a teleport fails, he tries to teleport to the apartment he'd been staying at instead, finding it almost completely emptied. All he manages to dig up is a small cartridge that, after a moment of scrutiny, he identifies as a web fluid cartridge. His fanboyish glee at the discovery is tempered by the fact that the empty apartment means one more piece of bad news.
After his visits and window-watching is done, he'll return home to make the announcement, along with one more message-]
Hey out there... just wanted to let his friends know that Peter Parker went home. So... sorry. Yeah.
[Locked to Loki]
...We still on for tomorrow, or do you want to take a break? Because... you know. [Draft. Awfulness all around. He wouldn't blame Loki if he wanted to take a week off.
Later on in the evening he'll be over at Ben's barbeque, if anyone wants to bother him while he's there.]
At some point he'll attempt to find Peter, and when both a location spell and a teleport fails, he tries to teleport to the apartment he'd been staying at instead, finding it almost completely emptied. All he manages to dig up is a small cartridge that, after a moment of scrutiny, he identifies as a web fluid cartridge. His fanboyish glee at the discovery is tempered by the fact that the empty apartment means one more piece of bad news.
After his visits and window-watching is done, he'll return home to make the announcement, along with one more message-]
Hey out there... just wanted to let his friends know that Peter Parker went home. So... sorry. Yeah.
[Locked to Loki]
...We still on for tomorrow, or do you want to take a break? Because... you know. [Draft. Awfulness all around. He wouldn't blame Loki if he wanted to take a week off.
Later on in the evening he'll be over at Ben's barbeque, if anyone wants to bother him while he's there.]
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[And there's another incredulous look, because really Billy. Really. His tastes might be insulted.
Once Teddy gets a look at that bandage, he really can't hold back the wince. He'd seen much worse on the draft, yes, but it's still pretty nasty. And there's an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of his stomach; not from the sight, but for the fact that it's still there, was even there in the first place.
Yeah, he still feels awful about that.]
It's okay. [He shoots him a little smile despite that, and he rubs one hand up and down Billy's leg while looking at the wound again.] Like I said before, Nurse Altman is on it. So, what do I do?
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...yeah, no. Book. Focusing on the book.]
Well... how's it look? Uh, besides the obvious. You're supposed to wash it with the clean water and check for signs of infection- if it's inflamed around the edges, or there's... you know. Pus.
[He makes a face. Gross. But understandable- the conditions of where he'd gotten the injury were about as unclean as things could get, besides walking in a sewer or something.]
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[Teddy's hoping to lighten the mood with that. Still, he'll get to work, wetting the cloth with one hand and holding Billy's leg steady with the other, then begins to wash the wound. It's very careful, to the point where he's barely touching it at first. But, realizing that he's not getting anywhere with that, he applies a bit more pressure as he cleans, just enough to actually get something done rather than just. You know, touch it.
After a moment of that, he takes a break to bend down and get a good look at the wound for himself. Yeah, it's gross, and being this close does make that uncomfortable feeling in his stomach grow, but he can handle it. He's doing something good for someone else, after all. Teddy isn't entirely sure what he's looking for, but he at least doesn't see inflammation or, ew, pus.]
It looks a little... pink. But otherwise, still gross. In a not infected way.
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[Joking. Joking is good, joking is safe. It brings a very slight, short-lived lilt to his voice even if it doesn't show in his expression. That lightness is something he needs right now, especially moving on to the next part.]
Okay... ah... you get to use your super-senses for this one: does the skin around it feel warmer than the rest of my leg? And does it. Uh. Smell?
[He's really hoping he doesn't have a stinky leg. Bad enough that there's a big chunk bitten right out of it. He's trying so hard not to be stupid and vain about this - injuries happen, and they're never attractive - but he doesn't like this bout of unsexy grossness when his boyfriend is right here to witness it in the worst way.]
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Speaking of this, though, time for his ability to actually come in handy. With his hands clean, Teddy sets the cloth down and covers the wound with his hand instead, and he shuts his eyes and presses his lips to Billy's knee, breathing in and taking in the scent.
He's still close to the wound, but who cares? It's not like it was Billy's fault he got this, and he's still beautiful even with it. If Billy can look at him even in midshift and not even flinch, even hold his arms while it happens, then he can do this without complaint, too. And it's okay. Good times and the bad, right?
Once he's sure he has his answer, Teddy leaves a kiss on Billy's knee and allows his thumb to lightly caress a bit outside of the wound.]
The good news is, your fantastic leg isn't going to fall off. [And with a softer smile:] You're just fine, Billy.
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S... stoppit. That's nasty, T.
[It's touching, though. He should've figured that he's just overthinking things- Teddy's not the type to kick up a fuss over this.]
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[And as if to make do on that, Teddy leans in to kiss his leg again, a little below the knee this time, and keeps his hand where it is.]
It's healing fine. You probably just walked around on it too much. I prescribe rest and lots of TLC from a qualified nurse.
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Um. Between the two of us it sounds like we're in for a busy night.
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Mm. But after we get that wound of yours covered up again. [He scoots forward, holding the back of Billy's foot with one hand while the other waits for further instruction.] So do we bandage it up now, or something else?
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Okay... once the wound's clean and it isn't infected, we need the first aid kit. Gauze first, then fresh bandages. Wouldn't hurt to use a little disinfectant on the gauze to keep it clean.
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[He pokes around the first-aid kit for a moment, before he holds up thick white strips of cloth and raises an eyebrow.] This, right?
[As if satisfied, he takes the disinfectant and
and
figures he shouldn't soak it
so after holding up both items like he's making an important decision between them, he slowly begins to pour a bit of disinfectant on the gauze. Oh god is he doing this right]
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that's
probably alright?
His experience is mostly with the antiseptic gel, so even Billy looks a bit lost, watching him work. It can't hurt, though, so after a moment he reaches out to tap Teddy's hand, indicating that it's enough. He's so determined and focused, though- it's kind of adorable.]
This next part's probably going to hurt. I know it'll be hard, but at least try not to feel guilty about it, okay?
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8[ Billyyyyyy
Teddy looks at him with concerned eyes, then down at the gauze, then up at Billy again. What's this about hurting him oh no whyyy]
Wait, it is? Why?
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Teddy. I've got a hole in my leg. Sometimes injuries just hurt, no matter how gentle you are. It's part of being human.
[Come on, you spent days with a sprained wrist, you ought to understand this now so don't give me funny looks 8|]
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Not exactly my finest moment, huh? [Okay okay, so let's steady Billy's leg again, get in a good position, and - ]
So this will probably hurt. [ - and start to press the gauze against the wound.]
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It's... not like the washing and bandage-removal and whatnot didn't hurt, so... this can't be worse, right?
Of course, now that Teddy's aware of the pain he's probably actively watching for it, which just makes Billy more determined to not show any pain at all. When the gauze touches the wound, he does three things: he narrows his eyes, bites his lip, and curls his fingers tightly around the edge of the tub, attempting to make a face that says "serious" but probably comes across as more like "this is unpleasant".]
Um- the bandage. Just wrap it around like the one you took off was tied.
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Mm. You got this, B. [Teddy's trying to be gentle, he is, but it seems pain's inevitable. He'll at least wrap the bandage around his leg, though it doesn't look near as professional as the last one did. At one point he even pauses, frowns, then undoes the bandage a little to redo the job. Stupid simple task that he ought to know.]
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[His voice is a little strained, but it's calm enough to indicate that it's not like he's in agony. It's a low, stinging pain when he feels pressure on unsealed flesh, tender muscle and sensitive nerves. He'd been bitten by a dog before, back in Central Park, been rushed by a paranoid first-time mother to get it properly cared for and receive a rabies shot or whatever. But dogs bite to warn, to hurt, to frighten away- they broke the skin if you really deserved it, but usually not much more.
Zombies bite to eat. That makes all the difference.]
You're doing really good, though. It doesn't have to be perfect, it just has to stay on.
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And sure enough, after several more passes with the bandage, Teddy secures it in place, then runs a hand down it, satisfied that it seems to fit snugly. Not too tight, but not too loose.]
How's that?
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[Billy gives his leg a light shake, then smiles faintly, easing back in his spot and closing his eyes, relieved and pleased by both the results and the fact that it's over. Teddy was gentle, of course, and it feels like he did just fine, but treating injuries kind of sucks in general.]
Perfect. I think I'd better promote you to Doctor Altman for treatment this fine.
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[But he still smiles at the praise. It means a lot, knowing that Billy's got faith in him, would let him deal with a wound like that... heh.]
So, where to next? Couch or bed?
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[That can even be interpreted as an invitation to help him get there- pride is one thing, but he knows it's okay to be pampered, too. And no one's better at that than Teddy.]
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[It's an invitation Teddy picks up on, and of course he jumps on it. He loves any opportunity to carry Billy, even if the latter were more joking about it than anything.
So he leans in and, with a kiss to Billy's cheek, he slides his arms under his knees and around his shoulders, then easily slides him against his torso as he straightens out of his kneel and stands.]
Don't forget, I promised TLC for you, too. [He says as he nudges the door open with his foot and heads towards Billy's room.]
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He's no one's princess. But Teddy is, in fact, a prince.]
Mm-hm. Like I said- busy night.
[His tone expresses just how much the idea bothers him- that is, not at all.]
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Yeah, Billy is no one's princess. But that doesn't mean Teddy can't spoil him and treat him like a prince every once in a while.
Teddy grins in response to that, and soon enough, they're in the room that might as well be his as well, for as much as he hangs out and sleeps there. Once he makes it to the bed, he sets Billy down, carefully of course, and climbs up on his knees beside him.]
So.
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