A/N: So I 'd like to say- two chapters going up today. It was gonna be three since chaoter 3 is so short. But chap 5 has mysteriously disappeared off my computer O.o No worries though I just got to retype it, I haven't written on paper...somewhere. I'd just like to say in all the flashback chapters- which is every one but the hospitalo scenes- Chibs and Tig are NOT together, at least not yet. and I mean NOT. Like no sex, no "what the fuck are we doing?" none of that. Just plain friends and brothers.
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Chapter 3- A Cot with your Sadness?
He shook his head in a start as a nurse drifted in, "Would you like a cot sir?" Chibs stared blankly for a moment. "Sir?" He shook his head, more in hopes of concentration then rejection. This nurse was one of the nice ones, a woman not much younger than himself but definitely still looking like she was 26. A pretty brunette with a fake smile plastered on most of the day, tired of the daily hassle of the hospital. She always had a genuine smile for Chibs however; she seemed to feel sorry for him but without pity. Just genuinely sorry for the pain he was obviously going through and how unfair the world was to some people in general- including herself.
"No, no I'm fine. The chairs fine." He gave her a weak smile. One she returned with a bit of hesitance, concern flashing in her eyes. He must look like shit, he couldn't remember the last time he slept, or had a shower for that matter, and he was pretty sure he hadn't eaten for at least a day.
The nurse disappeared into the dimly lit hall, and true to her credit returned with the cot Chibs had denied and set it up in the corner closest to the bed. She gave Chibs a comforting squeeze of the shoulder before walking out, closing the door behind her.
Chibs stood and stretched, joints popping from the stiffness; he'd been in that chair for hours. He removed his cut laying it on another chair, placing it next to the folded one already there. He then rolled into the cot, kicking his feet out and squirming around till he was comfortable.
His chocolate eyes focused on the rise and fall of the man's chest, occasionally flicking to the monitor that showed heart rate. He watched till he was satisfied the heart wouldn't stop when he looked away; he then let his eyelids slip shut. Mind wandering but coming to the events that led to being at the hospital. Tripping over the memories as he tried to analyze every part, trying to figure out what could have gone different.
A/N: Short chapter I know, number 4 is a bit longer and mysterious. I just love to mess with Tig! Then hate myself for it later. Anyway I recommend you little readers watch the show. Ihave atendency to talk about it and I don't want my blabbering to ruin it for you.
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