"Every time I look at you, I just don't know what to do."

[nickthewarbler.livejournal.com]

Who: warble_on_jeff and nickthewarbler with a side order of justwants2dance (posting order)
What: That awkward moment where you think you care
Where: Jackson Memorial Hospital, Miami
When: A couple of weeks after THIS
Rating: Who knows

The elevator incident was probably always destined to go down the toilet. Nothing could could come out of being locked in a small space with Jeff Hinton. First the damn thing breaks down, then there is angry sex with was basically a power struggle with results Nick couldn't quit analyse effectively, but he was putting it down to being sick. Then there was this. Waking up in a hospital a week later after hitting diabetic ketoacidosis in there and falling into a coma in the ambulance on the way to the hospital. He only heard after the fact that Jeff had apparently freaked the fuck out after Nick passed out and they ended up fixing the elevator at emergency speed, with the ambulance waiting for him by the time they got it open again.

Nick had spent a week unconscious, and then a few more days in a groggy haze. He had been aware of family and friends coming and going for visits, but these past couple of days were the first time after it all that he was starting to feel like a human again. There was some sensations of being worse for wear, and he was tired all the time, but he was getting better now he had been hit with intensive insulin therapy running constantly on an IV drip. He must have dozed off mid-conversation with Mike and woke up slowly again finding Mike sitting there holding his hand. Nick gave him a sleepy smile and squeezed his hand back gently, grateful of the company. They weren't dating, but they were room mates with a distinct friends-with-benefits thing going on. It was like a stopover for them until they found something else, and it worked. Mike was a caring guy, though, and he had been visiting daily since Nick landed in hospital. They didn't even need to have constant conversation. It was just companionship, and Nick was grateful because being in hospital? Sucked giant balls.

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[warble-on-jeff.livejournal.com]

"Oh, yeah. I've watched it for years... My dad's a huge fan, too, and he taught me a lot of stuff about it. He played in college. Football for us was kinda what surfing was for you and your dad, I guess. We both loved it, and bonded over it. I just never quite grew up to be football player material. I guess I could've been a kicker, but that never played out." He nodded at that. "That's right... I think I knew that... Leave it to me to not remember anything. Do you like Miami, or are you thinking you'd eventually like to head back closer to home?" A small laugh escaped Jeff. "I'll bet. I've got the world's worst case of ADHD, so I'd be screwed. How much longer are they gonna keep you in here?"

"You're probably right," Jeff replied. "Maybe understanding why we were dicks to each other isn't as important as just not being dicks to each other anymore. Which... I'm kind of down with," he admitted. "You actually... are a really cool guy. I never thought I'd be saying that." Pausing just a moment, he glanced down at his watch. "Hey, I gotta get going... I'm supposed to meet Mercedes for dinner. But I'll... I guess I'll talk to you again soon." He paused, offering Nick a playful smirk. "By the way... I couldn't walk properly for quite a while after the elevator thing... Just thought you might like to know... It must be true what they say about smaller guys being the best hung."

[nickthewarbler.livejournal.com]

"You sound pretty set on it. What are you going to do if you don't get it? Do you have a Plan B?" Nick laughed and shook his head. "No, no. I'm not heading back home. I need to be based in Miami. Most of my work is here. I love it, it's just an extension of home, really. It's all Florida, so no big deal. I love the beach here, and it's bigger than Jacksonville. Plus, all my friends are here now. I've travelled so far and so much, I don't really feel rooted in any one place. I can quite happily freely move around whenever I need to. In fact, I get bored when I'm stuck somewhere too long. I love the drive home, so that's no big deal. They'll keep me in until my blood sugar is stable. Then it will be a few weeks off work because I do travel with it and they don't want me being an insurance liability."

He gave a small gesture with his hand. "Blaine deserves us to at least make an effort. And Kurt for that matter. If it all works out with them, my world and your world are pretty much going to be firmly connected. Same parties, same hang outs, same get-togethers. It's just the way it will roll. And honestly, I'm too tired to maintain any old negativity." He just gave him a faint smile, but chose not to actually touch the ass comment seeing as Jeff was going to leave. It was a subject you just opened and ran by any means.. "I'll catch you around them."