Sliding Moments

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.

Who: nickthewarbler and warble_on_jeff
What: Keep calm and... ah fuck it!
Where: A building that has too many floors
When: Saturday, after lunch
Rating: Probably high Definitely high

It was the afternoon before Blaine's big date that night, and with Puck apparently at work, Blaine texted Nick in a panic about the whole thing. Nick had a translating job he needed to see to for a hotel manager, but he agreed to meet Blaine at Starbucks for coffee after it to try and play peacemaker for his friend who was in desperate need for a date but was probably at risk of screwing it all up if he didn't calm down. The job was a favour, and not formal by any means, so Nick was dressed casually in a pair of Diesel jeans with a white tank top and leather jacket over the top. Red Doc Martins completed the look and his hair was swept back with some product. He exited the hotel room on the eleventh floor of the French woman he had just been translating for who was trying to accuse hotel staff of stealing from her room, and now that Nick had passed on everything she wanted to say (without police present), he was free to leave.

He hurried down the hall, checking his watch. Shit, he was already late, so he took his iPhone out and sent Blaine a text to tell him he was coming, but he could be a few more minutes - and not to freak out. He was just hitting send as he approached the elevators just as they dinged and the doors started to swing shut. "Shit," he cursed softly. "Hold the door!" he quickly called out and skidded up to them just as a hand slipped between them and pushed them back open.

Nick darted inside the cubicle just in time, shoving his phone back into his pocket with a breathless, "Thanks for that." He glanced up gratefully at the person who had stopped the doors, ready for it to just be a passing glance. Instead, he did a complete double-take, his eyes widening in response as the doors swung firmly shut and the elevator began to descend. He had no escape. "Cazzo! Figlio di putana!" he swore in Italian, the cussing falling from his lips reactionary.