It was still pitch black when Geoff jerked awake. For a moment he just lay there, listening to the slow breathing of his wife -who was still asleep beside him- unsure of what had roused him. Although, this in itself wasn't exactly new to Geoff- his years serving in the military, combined with his natural keen hearing and being a parent, had turned him into a very light sleeper. It was not unheard of for him to be awoken by the sound of his daughter, Millie, turning over in her sleep in the room next door.
The reason behind tonight's disturbance quickly became apparent, however, when the phone rang down the hall, deafening to his sensitive ears, in the otherwise silent house.
Groaning, Geoff forced himself to roll out of bed and checked the time. Who the FUCK was calling at half two in the fucking morning!? Grumbling to himself, he trudged to the phone, kneading the heels of his palms into his heavy lidded eyes sleepily. Picking up the receiver, he mumbled an unintelligible greeting into the phone, trying and failing to muster up the energy to sound as pissed off as he felt.
'Hi, am I speaking to a Mr Geoffrey...Laser...Ramsay?'
Geoff grunted non-committaly in response. It was WAY to fucking early to deal with this crap!
'Mr Ramsay, I'm sorry to call you so late, but I'm Nurse Hemley from Victory Medical Center, Austin-'
Geoff blinked, instantly more awake now.
'-we have a Mr Gavin David Free here, who is insisting on leaving out care- against recommendation I might add- right away, and you are listed as his contact in this situation. Would you-'
'I'll come get him right away!' Geoff cut her off
'Great, how soon should Mr Free expect you?'
'I'll be there in 15 minutes.'
'Excellent, I'll let him know. Sorry again for calling so late, but Mr Free was insistent.'
'No, don't worry about it. I'll leave right away. Goodbye.' Geoff ended the conversation hurriedly and hung up.
He ran to the bathroom, stumbling a little in his haste. Filling up the sink, he grabbed a near-by flannel, and dunked it in the cold water, and proceeded to vigorously rub his face with it, hoping the coldness of the water combined with the roughness of the flannel would be enough to keep him alery enough to drive. When he felt more with-it, he rushed back into the bedroom, somehow managing to keep his speed, and yet still be careful and quiet, so as not to wake his wife. He put on jeans over his pyjama pants, and pulled on the first shirt he grabbed, whilst throwning a hastily scribbled note -pickin gav up frm hosp, back soon, luv u xx- onto his pillow, on the off-chance Griffon wakes up before he got back.
He only just remembered to stuff his feet into shoes, before heading out of the house and starting up the car. He glanced at his watch, and was only minorly surprised to see that he had only hung up the phone three minutes ago.

He arrived at the hospital in record time, and was forced to stand impatiently in the reception to wait for Gavin. Soon enough, the doors opened to reveal Gavin, scowling up at the nurse who was pushing the wheelchair he was in. Geoff was about to panic and ask why Gav needed a chair, when he noticed the vice-like grip the nurse currently had on his shoulder, and guessed that his legs where in fact, perfectly functional, and he was simply being forced to leave in a wheelchair due to hospital policy.
This assumption proved to be correct as Gav and the nurse approached him.
'I can walk perfectly fine! Geoff, tell her I can bloody well leave on my own two legs!'
Geoff couldn't help but let out a bark of laughter as the Brit stared up at him imploringly, eyes wide. He nodded to the nurse, who smiled at him gratefully before scurrying off back to her duties.
Before Gav could do more than let out an indignant 'HEY!' of protest, Geoff had gently but firmly pushed him back down into the chair he had be just about to get up from, seized the handles, and wheeled the protesting man out of the hospital.

Geoff parked the car haphazardly, too tired to care that it was actually more covering the lawn rather than the gravel of the driveway (he would almost certainly pay for that in the morning when Griffon noticed, but right now he couldn't find the energy to give a fuck) and unlocked the front door. Gavin pretty much launched himself into the house as soon as the door was opened, and had already dumping his jacket unceremoniously on the floor in front of the coat hook and made his way into the living room, before Geoff had even fully shut the door behind him. He trudged after him, shrugging of his own coat and depositing it on top of Gavs (another thing to care about later) and joined the Brit on the sofa.
Geoff desperately wanted to ask if Gavin was ok- if he remembered anything from his ordeal that would help him track down the arsehole that hurt him, but instead only stared at the floor awkwardly, not wanting to trigger another panic attack in the man.
The silence stretched on until Geoff could stand it no more, and looked up at Gavin, intending to ask him if he wanted a drink, or a meal, or anything to break the silence, but he found the young man already staring at him with a confused look on his face.
'Um...Geoff?' Gavin spoke before Geoff could ask 'not that I'm judging you or anything... but did you really think picking me up from the hospital was the ideal time and place for such a plunging neckline?'
Geoff furrowed his brow in confusion, and looked down at himself to find that he was in fact wearing his wifes favourite royal blue v-neck tank top. 'God fucking damn it. Griffon is gonna be PISSED when she wakes up!'
Giggling softly, Gavin repositioned himself so he was lying across the sofa with his head on Geoffs lap. His giggles turned to gentle hums and sighs of contentment as Geoff softly ran his fingers through the Brits wild mane of hair, whispering reassuringly.
Gav found himself dozing, not really listening to the words the older man was saying, just recognising the tone as safe and comforting. Just as he was about to nod off, two of the words Geoff had been murmuring, suddenly broke through the drowsy haze, and pierced his protective bubble.
Yelping and flailing wildly, he wrenched away from the other man, launching himself off of the sofa and into the corner of the room. Geoff had been half asleep himself, and could only blink, mouth partially open in shock as Gavin curled himself into a ball, and rocked backwards and forwards, sobbing as though he would never stop. The boys hands were clamped over his ears, eyes squeezed tightly shut.
It was only when he heard Griffon running down the stairs, that Geoff shook himself out of his own panic enough to realise the words that Gavin was shouting through his sobs.

'I'm NOT your Creeper Boy! I'm NOT, I'm NOT!'