“Ah,” Tom exclaimed, his eyes widening and his eyebrows lifting. He pulled up a chair and settled in next to the man. “Hero hair. That’s hilarious,” Tom paused and leaned his arms and chin on the railing of the bed. “Definitely more than stitches for you, my friend. That’s a nasal cannula, by the way. It’s ensuring you’re getting plenty of oxygen. Oh, and the tubes? That’s probably something to keep you hydrated and something else to keep the pain away.” He realized he was rambling on about medical jargon and he wasn’t even on the clock.
“Of course I’ll stay! And my friend is fine,” he motioned, waving his hand “He had his appendix removed. Nothing crazy. I’ll be back around the hospital tomorrow for work anyway, so I’ll visit in the morning before my shift.”
“Well that’s what his brother calls it at least” Gerald said smiling as he watched the adorable man sit beside him and prop himself up on the rails of the bed humming lightly he watched Tom curiously nodding showing that he understood blushing and smiling even more feeling his face grow hot at the idea someone as nice and cute as Tom wanted to spend time with him and not out of fear of his father “my name is Gerald mikaelson by the way I don’t know if I introduced myself..and I appreciate the company”
“Well, it’s very nice to meet you, Gerald. I’m glad I can keep you company.” Tom kept his head leaned on the bed rail, tilting it so his cheek was leaning rather than his chin. He looked up at the medical equipment, looking at the heartrate and O2 monitor like he would do if he was working. It was like he couldn’t get away, but he was actually okay with it. “What brought you here, then? Everything okay with you?” Tom paused before starting again. “I mean, if you want to share. I know sometimes things can be traumatic, so no need to share if you don’t want,” he rambled, sitting up a little
“What brought me here? I have no idea to be honest with you um…maybe I got stuck in a fire I think I remember flames or something I think I breathed in a lot of smoke and I think I Remember a heavy weight On me I don’t remember Much Tom, it’s not that I don’t wanna remember it’s just I don’t” Gerald said looking to the other humming lightly.
Tom nodded, humming in understanding. “That explains the oxygen, then. And the saline and pain medication. I wouldn’t be surprised if you have some bruising from that heavy weight you talk about. Maybe on your chest or back. I heard the call on the radio earlier. You’re lucky to be alive,” Tom said gently, with great appreciation. “Very lucky.”
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