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| Take the Plunge; Sam and Gene make a splash! | |
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| Topic Started: Nov 11 2014, 08:08 PM (2,857 Views) | |
| Gene Hunt | Nov 11 2014, 08:08 PM Post #1 |
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*Gene slams his hand down on his desk - an indication that the matter is sorted. Done with.* I don't know what investigation you're following, but if you think Brooks is guilty then it damn well isn't this one. The longer we stand 'ere waffling about 'im, the longer the real scrote's out there potentially doin' more damage! Now can we please shift our focus back on track!? |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 10 2015, 09:35 PM Post #301 |
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*follows Sam, just half a step behind him. Soon he'll be sat down, he tells himself. Soon he'll be sat down and he won't have to exert himself like this... head throbbing with every step... Gene takes a breath as they walk through the station doors, turning deliberately away from the direction of the canteen and heading for the lift. He can't face food right now. Even if his stomach feels empty, he can't bear to try eating anything.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 10 2015, 09:48 PM Post #302 |
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*It's only once they're close to the lift that Gene actually walks past Sam, which is unusual... but he'll have to put that down to Gene's... 'cold', Sam resolves to call it. He hadn't really expected Gene to go to the canteen straight away (he knows a slightly nauseous person when he sees one), so he doesn't comment on that. He needs to keep reminding himself that Gene is an adult... and also that fussing over him here, at the station, would do them both no good at all. But at the moment, they're in the lift, and the doors have just closed behind them, so Sam can allow himself to reach out and place his hand, with slight hesitation, on Gene's cheek (thus also sneakily taking Gene's temperature - and yes, that's a little more heat there than is normal...)* You'll tell me if it gets worse, though. Yeah? |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 10 2015, 10:11 PM Post #303 |
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*Gene can't help leaning his cheek into Sam's hand a little - he still feels cold, but Sam's skin feels weirdly relieving despite feeling cooler than his own skin. It's an odd sensation that Gene doesn't quite know what to make of. But the actual gesture is touching and reassuring, despite it being a clear indication that Sam is worried (exactly the thing he wanted to avoid). * It won't. But if I feel about to snuff it I'll wave a flag or somethin'. *meets Sam's eyes, trying to keep a smirk on his face. He doesn't want his partner to worry... He just has a cold or a bug or something...* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 11 2015, 08:49 AM Post #304 |
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*keeps up the touch and the intent gaze for a few seconds. Then, Sam nods, stroking his thumb over Gene's skin once before pulling back his hand, just in time before the lift comes to a halt and the door opens. It's not much, but at least he managed to get that "promise" out of Gene.... it's something.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 11 2015, 04:04 PM Post #305 |
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*Gene ducks his head as Sam lets go of his cheek, missing the contact but it trying to get into the mindset for work. Whether he'll really manage it is another matter. As the doors open, Gene steps forward and starts to march towards the offices. His shoulders may be a little slumped and his walk a little slower than usual, but he's making an effort.* Time to face the madness... |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 11 2015, 09:04 PM Post #306 |
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*Sam follows Gene out of the elevator, staying right by his side, making sure that he doesn't rush ahead. The closer they come to the office, the more Sam is becoming aware of quite a commotion going on... and the second the pair of them are close enough, the door to CID bursts open and they find themselves confronted with a breathless Ray and Annie. "Guv! Thank God--" "We found 'im," Ray interjects, quickly naming the address. "Were just about to call you - this is our chance to get 'im!" Sam's eyes widen at this, and he tenses. This... this is good news, this SHOULD be good news, but why does it make him feel so terribly nervous at the same time?* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 11 2015, 09:14 PM Post #307 |
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*Gene's face hardens as he hears the news - they've found him! This is their chance! Illness forgotten for a moment as the adrenaline begins to bubble up, Gene straightens up and meets his team with a full Guv-stance. Voice only slightly croaky, Gene as though he's never felt better* Where? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 11 2015, 09:29 PM Post #308 |
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*There's a moment of startled silence at that, everyone looking at Gene. Finally, Ray says, "Er, Bishop's Lane. Down in Salford." Sam's worry spikes once more at this. Gene seems to have cast off at least part of his fatigue, but him not having heard Ray properly...? That is not good. And he can't even step in, not after it was him who cocked the whole thing up the first time around... So all he can do is bite his lip and wait for Gene to speak.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 11 2015, 09:59 PM Post #309 |
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*Gene frowns at the stares he's getting from everyone - did he say something wrong? He can't tell, with his brain foggy like it is...* ...Right. *Gene swallows and tries to keep up his calm and determined image despite feeling a light sheen of sweat beginning to break out acorss his forehead.* Well what're you all waiting for?! Let's get the hell on with it! *Gene turns and begins to hurry back out of the room and towards the lift. His mind is racing, processing the address, finding the best route there, working out escape routes, how many units he'll need to bring, where to place the backup officers... Halfway down the corridor Gene notices that something's off. The floor is tilting, like he's on a boat. It feels as though someone's suddenly opened a door to the arctic, a cold chilling his bones from within. He frowns, blinking - takes another step, and another, willing the grey spots in front of his eyes to clear up and just let him see. Heart thumping and head throbbing and with his head feeling lighter and lighter, he realises that this isn't going to end well... He told Sam he'd say something... One arm extended towards the wall and his eyes half-lidded, Gene croaks out worriedly* .... Sam... |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 11 2015, 10:35 PM Post #310 |
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*At first, everything seems okay - Gene is acting normally, though Sam notices the sweat on his brow because he's keeping such a close eye on Gene. Then, as he turns, Sam stays behind a little to talk to Annie, wanting to get the details from her -- when he hears Gene call his name. Sam spins around, the tone of Gene's voice immediately setting off alarm bells in his head. And- oh no, no no no, that doesn't look good, Gene leaning against the wall like that, faltering-- Sam is by his side in a flash, grabbing Gene's arm.* Alright Guv, I've got you--! *He knew Gene wasn't okay, but right now it looks like he's about to collapse, and that sends actual fear through Sam's system.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 11 2015, 11:00 PM Post #311 |
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*by the time Sam's at his side it's already too late to stop Gene's descent. The spots of grey become a wash of black and the tilting floor seems to flip under his feet. All strength has gone from him, his knees turning to jelly and dropping him downwards towards the ground. If Gene need what was happening, he'd be mortified. But as it is, the darkness engulfs him, making him blind to everything around him. All he can feel are the small shivers that are radiating from his bones and the fierce nausea in his core* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 11 2015, 11:14 PM Post #312 |
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*Sam lurches forward with a shout of surprise and shock, pulled down by Gene's weight before he can react properly. It's only thanks to his reflexes that he manages to keep Gene from hitting the ground entirely, going down together with him and somehow managing to at least slow their descent. On his knees and grabbing a handful of Gene's coat, Sam desperately tries to get a look at Gene's face, but all he's really able to see is his pale skin gone nearly white, and the sweat on his face.* Guv!! *Before he knows it, Ray is by their side as well as Annie, and together they help Sam to heave Gene up to his feet, Sam gasping* The office...! *Worry and fear are making Sam's insides churn as they drag Gene along as best as they can, Annie holding open the doors for them as Sam and Ray pull him into Gene's office and over to the settee. As gently as possible, they lower him down onto the sofa, and Sam kneels down immediately, taking Gene's face in both his hands, for once not even thinking to care about what that might look like to the likes of Ray.* Guv-- Gene...! *His face feels so hot, he's burning up completely... how did it get this bad so suddenly?!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 12 2015, 12:13 AM Post #313 |
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*Gene awakes slowly to the sound of muffled panicked shouts and the overwhelming sensation that he's floating away into the sky. For all he can tell, that's what's happening - he can't work out if he's horizontal, vertical, or even leaning on anything at all. For a good few moments he simply wallows, not willing to surface just yet. But then a wave of nausea washes over him and he twitches, consciousness beginning to pull him up sluggishly back into the world of the living. Struck with the unpleasantness of it, he groans. That's the only sound he can make at the moment.* Ughhh... |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 12 2015, 09:49 AM Post #314 |
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*Sam's eyes widen as he feels Gene twitch, followed moments later by that groan. His face looks ashen by then, and Sam's mind is rattling away, going through all the possibilities of what this could be other than the cold it so obviously isn't.* C'mon Gene, come back-- come back to us...! *He turns around to shout for Annie to get a glass of water and a damp cloth, but she's already gone, hopefully to fetch exactly those things. He spots Chris and a few of the other detectives hovering by the door to Gene's office, staring, while Ray next to him seems to be at a loss as well. Sam's attention snaps back to Gene, and out of the sheer need to do /something/, he lightly pats Gene's cheek, still holding his face in both his hands.* Gene....! |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 12 2015, 11:20 AM Post #315 |
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*there are hands on his face... Or at least that's what Gene thinks it might be. Wanting to be sure, he blinks open his eyes as though there're weights on them, trying hard to focus on the face beyond his own drooping eyelids. There's a shape there, definitely a person. Another shiver runs through him before he can make out who it is, and he scrunches his eyes closed again. Voice a little slurred, Gene tries to ask, * What 'appened...? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 12 2015, 02:46 PM Post #316 |
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*voice sounding strained with worry* You collapsed... c'mon, stay with me. C'mon. *Annie is back now, handing Sam a damp rug (thank god, she must've been reading his mind)which he places on Gene's forehead - he's shivering, yes, but his head is hot as anything... Sam keeps his hands to Gene's cheeks, his thumbs gently massaging his head without Sam even realising that he's doing it.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 12 2015, 08:48 PM Post #317 |
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*Gene frowns as something damp and cool settles over his forehead, flinching at the sudden sensation. He collapsed? That doesn't sound right... But here he is, apparently lying down with Sam's hands on his face and a wet towel over his forehead, head throbbing and white dots floating in front of his closed eyes.* ...No I didn't... |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 12 2015, 08:56 PM Post #318 |
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*Sam gives a shakey, disbelieving laugh at this* You bloody well did. You're in your office, on the sofa now, in case you hadn't noticed. *leans in a little further, brow creased with worry* How're you feelin' now? |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 12 2015, 09:17 PM Post #319 |
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*opens his eyes and gives Sam a bleary stare* Feel-- *coughs a little, lifting one hand to clumsily grab at the cloth on his head* -- Feel like shit from a freezer. *tries to press the flannel even more firmly to his skin, but his arm doesn't seem to have the strength* What... What happened to Brooks... |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 12 2015, 10:35 PM Post #320 |
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*shakes his head and mutters* Look like it too... *Sam is about to reach out to put his hand on top of Gene's, in order to assist him with holding down the towel, when his question makes him hesitate. He turns around to Ray, who gives a helpless shrug and says, " 'Aven't moved out yet... no orders."* He might still be at the address... *glances back at Gene, making a decision. He gets up from where he's been crouching to face Ray.* Ray, I want you to head this operation. Deploy a net of police cars around the net, make sure he doesn't do a runner. If at all possible, avoid violence - try to negotiate with 'im, coax 'im out. Take Annie, she'll know what to do. *Ray looks at him half in disbelief and half with disdain, while Annie nods, her face serious. Ray starts, "Me? But--"* *But Sam, all his thoughts already being drawing back to Gene, cuts him off with more force than necessary* Didn't you hear me?! Time's essential 'ere - get to it! *That sends them both scurrying off, out of the office. With a sigh of both relief and guilt, Sam finally turns back to Gene, kneeling down again. Finally he can give him his full attention...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 12 2015, 10:59 PM Post #321 |
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*Gene listens to Sam's commands and Ray's bewilderment and can't help feeling a little spark of amusement. Sam sounds like a regular DCI, shouting like that. A real fruit off the Gene Hunt tree. But the musing doesn't last long - a small stab of pain in his gut brings him back to the problem at hand. Once he feels Sam kneel down next to him again, Gene lets out a pained chuckle* You sound like... you're after my job. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 12 2015, 11:07 PM Post #322 |
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*Sam snorts, finally taking Gene's hand in his own, like he wanted to before.* Not like you'd ever let me have it... *exhales, trying to gather his thoughts* Now... tell me what's wrong. Are you, are you dizzy? Nauseous? Does anythin' hurt, or...? *He needs to know how bad it is... There's a voice in his head, telling him to just call an ambulance already, but part of Sam doesn't want it to be true, doesn't want Gene to be in this bad a state...!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 13 2015, 12:16 AM Post #323 |
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*Gene smiles grimly at Sam's retort, reluctant to actually get onto talking about how he feels. To catalogue everything would take an age, it seems. His face falls as he considers what to say, trying to ignore a twinge from down in his stomach. Worrying Sam was what he wanted to NOT do. But it's a bit late for that now, isn't it. Taking a deep breath, Gene concedes.* Dizzy, nauseous, stomach hurts, headache... The full works. *gives Sam an apologetic look, eyes creased with discomfort and embarrassment - he still can't believe he actually fell.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 13 2015, 07:50 AM Post #324 |
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*Sam grows pale as Gene lists his ailments - this... this is bad. He swallows, squeezing Gene's hand a little tighter. He knew he shouldn't have believed his partner when he was obviously downplaying it all... God, what a mess. Sam lets go of Gene's hand, gets up from his kneeling position.* I'm callin' a doctor. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 13 2015, 11:24 AM Post #325 |
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*Wait... what? Gene blinks at Sam as he gets up, following the slightly blurry shape with his eyes. The thought of a doctor poking at him and making him sit up, shining a light in his eyes - all that movement'll probably make him throw up, even. With a look of displeasure, Gene reaches out his hand to Sam again, trying to grab at him and keep him close.* Oh c'mon... I'll be fine in a minute... |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 13 2015, 11:42 AM Post #326 |
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*Sam hesitates when he feels Gene's hand, brushing down his arm, and he reflexively grabs a hold of it with his own hand. Still, Gene's words make him... angry.* Don't be ridiculous. You told me the same thing before and now look at you. *he squeezes Gene's hand, to take the edge off his words.* Don't make me cart you off to 'ospital. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 13 2015, 11:48 AM Post #327 |
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*Hospital. Now there's a place he really doesn't want to go. And he doesn't have the energy to argue. Looks like Sam's won this one. Gene lets go of Sam's hand with a pout, reaching up to the flannel on his forehead and pulling it down over his eyes. That's his answer I'm afraid, Sam.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 13 2015, 12:01 PM Post #328 |
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*Sam can't help but sigh at Gene's petulant reaction, but at least he isn't arguing anymore. Without another word, he moves over to Gene's desk, picking up the phone's receiver. It doesn't take long to phone up a doctor and explain the situation, and after a few minutes he hangs up again.* Doctor will be here in 10 minutes. *Sam walks back over to Gene, now carefully sitting down on the sofa as well, perching on the edge of it so as not to disturb Gene too much.* How're you feelin' now? |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 13 2015, 01:15 PM Post #329 |
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*Gene doesn't shift as Sam sits down next to him, his only motion frowning as he hears the news. A doctor's coming. To his office. How humiliating. He sighs miserably. He really does feel just awful. Maybe it really is best if he sees a doctor, though the only thing he wants to do cuddle up pathetically and sleep until it all goes away.* Like something Ray chewed up and spat in the bin. *pouts again as his stomach churns once more* Was everyone there? When I took a nosedive? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 13 2015, 01:20 PM Post #330 |
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... *Sam looks down at Gene, face pulled into a worried frown. If this is the only thing Gene is worrying about...* Just Ray and Annie. *He reaches out and gently places his hand on Gene's forehead, on top of the wet towel. He looks... pitiable.* *quietly* Why do you always have to be such a stubborn bastard? |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 13 2015, 03:27 PM Post #331 |
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*If Gene weren't still so pale he'd have a blush on his cheeks, hearing that. Ray and Annie saw him collapse. They saw him faint like a swooning damsel. He closes his eyes and breathes out slowly, trying to let go of the humiliation. Feeling Sam's hand on his forehead, Gene turns his head slightly to press more firmly into Sam's touch. And Sam's question - he doesn't think there's really an answer he can give that wouldn't make Sam roll his eyes, so he mumbles,* Don't pretend y'don't love it. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 13 2015, 03:31 PM Post #332 |
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*snorts* Right now I don't really, no. *takes a breath, glancing over to the door. It's gotten quiet in CID - everyone else has gone to catch Brooks, like Sam told them to. At least that means Gene won't have to go through anything else that he might perceive as humiliation... Turning back to Gene, he asks quietly* D'you wanna try drink some water? |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 14 2015, 12:45 AM Post #333 |
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*closes his eyes again, mouth fixed in a grim line. The mere thought of drinking makes him feel queasy. But then he can't even remember the last time he drank anything - the sip of tea this morning probably doesn't count. He supposes he'll have to. But first he'll have to sit up. Gene begins to clumsily push himself up until his head is at an angle where he knows he won't choke, the now-lukewarm flannel slipping onto his shoulder. The motion makes him feel a little dizzy again, but once he's there he's there.* *voice light and thin* Nghh... I'd prefer a pint of bitter but I s'pose water'll do. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 14 2015, 09:26 AM Post #334 |
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*When Gene starts pushing himself up, Sam gets up as well, catching the towel as it falls down and putting it away. He wants to reach out and help Gene sitting up as well, but then he's already there, and Sam just so manages not to roll his eyes.* It'll be a while before I let you 'ave a pint of bitter again... *He takes the glass and sits down next to Gene again, holding it out for Gene to take it. He knows that if he's too overbearing with the help he offers, his partner will just clam up and refuse all of it... so Sam will let him hold the glass on his own, if Gene's able to manage that.* 'ere. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 14 2015, 12:08 PM Post #335 |
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*takes a deep breath as he reaches for the water, just about managing to hold it. He'd felt weak before his collapse, but now he feels even more like a day-old kitten, feeling the strain in his muscles as he lifts the glass shakily up to his mouth. As the glass touches his lips, Gene hesitates. He really doesn't want to throw up... But he must be becoming dehydrated by now. He'll have to suck it up and try it. He tips the glass a little, taking a couple of small gulps and then holding the glass back out to Sam - that's enough, he can't do any more.* *mutters, an uncomfortable expression on his face* That better not come back up to say hello... |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 14 2015, 12:12 PM Post #336 |
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*Sam takes the glass back as soon as he realises that Gene won't drink any more - his hand is shaking even as he holds the glass.... Sam's throat constricts with the worry, and crap actor that he is (and he isn't even trying to hide anything), it must show on his face.* That bad? |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 14 2015, 12:37 PM Post #337 |
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*Gene sinks even further into the sofa, swallowing convulsively. He probably won't be sick... But until the nausea dissipates, he's going to worry about it. Seeing the worry in Sam's face, though, Gene shakes his head minutely. It can't be that serious... Sam shouldn't worry.* Don't worry about it. And if I do throw my onions I'll aim away from your pretty face. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 14 2015, 12:39 PM Post #338 |
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*Sam merely shakes his head at this, looking away. Then he gets up, walks over to the bin and peers down at it. Luckily there is nothing in it, so he just picks it up and walks back over to the settee, putting the bin down next to Gene, before sitting back down himself.* *without humour* Better safe than sorry. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 14 2015, 08:23 PM Post #339 |
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*Looks at the bin now sitting next to him with a raised eyebrow, then focuses back on closing his eyes and breathing through the stomach ache and sickness* You gonna hold my hair back? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 14 2015, 08:32 PM Post #340 |
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*raises an eyebrow* If you want me to. *As he speaks, Sam looks up - he can hear footsteps, approaching the office. He gets up from the sofa and walks a few steps away from it (just to make sure). And sure enough, a few moments later, there's a knock on the door, and a doctor enters, holding a massive bag. "Doctor Barnslow... I was told to come up 'ere?"* Yes, thank you for coming. *They shake hands, and then Sam gestures over to Gene. "DCI Hunt, eh." The doctor says, plonking his bag down next to the sofa and pulling over a chair so that he can sit down right next to Gene. "What is the problem 'ere?"* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 14 2015, 09:10 PM Post #341 |
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*Gene blinks his eyes open as Sam trails off. Why the pause...? And then he twigs, probably slower than he should. The doctor must be here... Great. Awkward questions to answer and being poked about. He just wants to go to bed and go to sleep. Sleep until his stomach doesn't stab at him any more, or until the sofa underneath him doesn't sway in that unsettling way. And his guess is right - he can hear Sam and the doctor speaking. As the man approaches, Gene can't find the enthusiasm or the energy to greet him, so instead he merely pouts and hugs his arms over his middle, waiting for the uncomfortable questions to begin. And the first one almost makes him laugh.* What does it look like? *He knows he's white as a sheet, has sweat on his forehead and is shivering a little still - any idiot could see what the problem was!* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 14 2015, 09:33 PM Post #342 |
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*The doctor frowns and looks over at Sam, who is already rolling his eyes in exasperation.* God is in the detail, Guv. *Without giving Gene another chance to speak, Sam addresses the doctor.* He collapsed earlier in the hallway. It looked like it was just a common cold yesterday, but it got worse this morning. Nausea, dizziness, an aching stomach apparently. Feels like he's got a fever as well. *The doctor nods, still frowning, and looks back at Gene. "When did you start feeling all these symptoms?"* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 14 2015, 09:52 PM Post #343 |
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*Gene's face creases in humiliation as he hears Sam rattle off his symptoms. God, he sounds like a right weakling. And he doesn't have the energy to even protest. And now, here's the awkward part. He's not felt right since he dragged Sam out of the water. Not ill, per-say... Just tired and sore. And then at the hospital, he just didn't feel right. Not that he'd mentioned it to Sam - Sam had much bigger mountains to overcome. Gene avoids both Sam's and the doctor's gaze as he sighs his answer* Felt a bit knackered the last couple of days... But yesterday's when it all started going tits-up. And then half an hour ago... *gestures limply down at himself pathetically as though saying 'taa-daa!'* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 14 2015, 10:28 PM Post #344 |
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*"Mmhm, I see." Nodding, the doctor leans down to open his bag, starting to rummage for the stethoscope. "Was there anything that brought the change about - a period of being exposed to the cold for a long time, or..." Guilt immediately starts to stir within Sam - a couple of days... it must have started with his accident. So he interjects, before Gene can wave it off* He'd been in the river. *The doctor turns to Sam again, his eyebrows raised this time. Sam can feel himself flush a little.* It was an accident. It required him to jump into the canal to... to get someone out. Save them from drowning. *Barnslow nods again, a thoughtful look crossing his face. "I see... So chances are you ended up with a good couple mouthfuls of river water, yes?" He addresses Gene again with that question.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 14 2015, 11:32 PM Post #345 |
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*As Sam talks, Gene zones out a little, his focus switching back to the shivers coursing through his body - the flushes of hot and cold that course through him simultaneously. It's an odd sensation - but hugely unpleasant by itself, but convinced with everything else it proves to be horribly distracting. One detail does catch him, though - Sam says he'd had to dive in to save 'someone'. That's odd... Why does Sam not mention himself? In answer to the doctor, Gene sighs, his conversational energy suffering* Yeah... A few. Can't remember how much... I was a tad distracted. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 14 2015, 11:37 PM Post #346 |
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*Barnslow nods, knowlingly this time. "Well that explains a lot then. Now..." He leans in, opening Gene's shirt a little before readying the stethoscope's head, rubbing st it a little. "This is going to be a bit cold, but please try to breathe normally for me for a few seconds..." Sam watches on, half relieved that Gene is finally going to be diagnosed and get treatment, but also growing increasingly guilty. Gene looks horrible - like he's got a case of the flu, but worse... And he got that because he had to jump in and save Sam. It's Sam's fault Gene is like this at the moment.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 15 2015, 12:42 AM Post #347 |
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*Gene looks extremely displeased as Barnslow starts pulling his shirt apart, but he can't be bothered to argue. He flinches a little as the cool head of the stethoscope touches his skin, hissing at the shock of it. With his temperature all screwed up anyway any little adjustment seems overwhelming. He breathes in and out a few times, watching the man's face carefully for any hints. After few seconds though, he has to ask, voice a little rough* Well? Is me heart still beating or have I copped it? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 15 2015, 10:08 AM Post #348 |
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*The doctor half responds to Gene's snarky comment. "It is beating, yes, but a little too fast for my liking. Breathing has a slight rattle to it..." He pulls back, dropping the stethoscope into his bag and pulling out a blood pressure gauge next, asking Gene to roll up his sleeve as far as he can. He talks as he attaches the meter to Gene's arm, quite obviously sensing just how tense and worried Sam is. "So far, this looks like a textbook flu in reaction to the cold water, possibly with an added upset stomach due to the nature of the water... Nothing life-threatening, but definitely quite uncomfortable. Relax your arm, please..."* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 15 2015, 01:18 PM Post #349 |
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*flu...? This doesn't feel like merely flu. Although to be fair, Gene's not caught it from a river before. And it's relieving that there's unlikely to be anything more sinister going on. At least not that they know about. Sniffing, he watches as the doctor fixes the blood pressure cuff to his arm. Now that he's aware of it, he can feel the way his heart is pumping just a little too fast, and the way that his breaths bubble just slightly when he inhales fully. Hopefully that doesn't get any worse...* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 15 2015, 02:16 PM Post #350 |
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*Barnslow lets the cuff constrict as far as it's needed, and then nods a little as the meter gives him the readings. "Hmm yes, low blood pressure. That would explain the fainting." He removes the meter from Gene's arm entirely, pulling out a small wooden spatula and an equally small torch, leaning in. "Say 'aaaah'." Sam is following these proceedings with a mixture of guilt and amusement - both of those mostly over how humiliating all of this must be for Gene. Sam will be getting an earful after this... But it's necessary.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 15 2015, 03:22 PM Post #351 |
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*Gene drops his head back in frustration, regretting it immediately as his brain seems to slosh about in his skull and remind him of his brewing headache. He just wants to tell the guy to bugger off and leave him to die slowly and horribly in peace, but with a tired sigh he instead opens his mouth and grunts, letting the man move in. Sam'd better not be smiling. Gene can't bring himself to look over at him right now - if he was, he'd have to force himself up and give Sam a smack!* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 15 2015, 03:44 PM Post #352 |
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*The doctor doesn't draw out Gene's suffering for too long, retreating quickly and disposing of the spatula before saying, "One last question. Your... colleague mentioned a stomach ache? Where exactly does it hurt, and how would you describe the pain?"* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 15 2015, 08:01 PM Post #353 |
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*grits his teeth and nods down at his middle, one hand coming to rest over his stomach.* All over 'ere... Feels like a hive of bees's had a party in there. Constant ache with the occasional stabbing. *The stomach ache came on so fast...* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 15 2015, 08:08 PM Post #354 |
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*Barnslow frowns at this, reaching out. "May I...?" He moves Gene's hand to the side a little before gently pressing down on Gene's stomach with two fingers. "Tell me if this makes it worse or not." And he keeps repeating that, moving his fingers across Gene's stomach to poke at different places. Sam in the background is uncrossing his arms, half expecting Gene to really lash out on the doctor now.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 15 2015, 08:28 PM Post #355 |
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*Gene tenses as Barnslow begins feeling about his middle, every touch bringing about a new pang of discomfort. It hurts, but it's not unbearable... Until the man presses down right in the middle.* Agh! *flinches, shifting a couple of centimetres up the sofa as he does* Bloody--! Yes, that's worse. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 15 2015, 08:33 PM Post #356 |
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*"Mmh." Barnslow withdraws, leaning back in his chair and remaining silent for a moment. Then he nods. "It's as I thought. You got yourself a flu, caused by the river water - which also is the source of your tummy problems. As I said, nothing life threatening. You need at least a week's rest, stay in bed, make sure you drink enough liquid - herbal teas are best for that - and most of all make sure that you keep warm. The stomach pain should pass soon enough, if you stay on a light diet of toast, with maybe a bit of butter on it.... and if you feel a little better, you can expand that to clear soup." Sam is weirdly relieved to hear this.* So... he's not poisoned. The water didn't... *The doctor shakes his head. "As far as I can tell at the moment, no. But if it doesn't get better, make sure to call me again. In any case, I wish you a speedy recovery, DCI Hunt." He gets up, picking up his bag as he goes. Sam shakes his hand, thanking him for coming so quickly... and then, he and Gene are alone again in the office, the receeding footsteps leaving them in silence. Sam doesn't quite know what to say.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 15 2015, 09:33 PM Post #357 |
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*Well then. Flu and an upset stomach. Great. Gene closes his eyes and drops his head back again, exhausted. He's shakey and weak, sore and miserable. All because he jumped in a sodding river. Because he swallowed dirty, stinking water and didn't get checked out properly afterwards. And now he's going to feel like shit for how long? If only Sam hadn't left the sodding station. Then this wouldn't have happened. Sam wouldn't have drowned. He wouldn't be feeling this hideous. Gene sighs miserably, not really knowing what to say either. But finally he has to say something.* .... So. That's a bit shit, innit. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 15 2015, 09:37 PM Post #358 |
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Mmh. *Sam stares down at the floor for a moment, before looking up.* I'll drive you 'ome. *he walks up to the settee* Do you think you can stand up again? *Because what Gene now needs is his bed... and a good cup of tea... and peace and quiet. Not the stress of the station, the ongoing hunt for Brooks... he needs to rest. Hopefully he won't resist too much...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 16 2015, 01:12 AM Post #359 |
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*feeling useless and pathetic, Gene has no choice but to agree. Being at the station isn't going to help at all, and he'll just be a hindrance, however much he hates the idea of that. He's going to have to go home. With an uncomfortable clearing of his throat, Gene begins to push himself up again. It's hard going and his legs don't feel too cooperative, but after a moment of grunting and almost overbalancing, he makes it onto his feet. The floor still feels unsteady under him, but he'll have to hang onto Sam won't he. At least everyone else has gone out and won't see this sorry state he's in...* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 16 2015, 09:50 AM Post #360 |
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*The moment Gene starts getting up, Sam moves forward, positioning himself so that Gene can lean onto him, winding one arm around his back and using the other to further stabilise Gene against him.* That's it, easy does it... *Not wanting to push Gene to go any faster than he can, Sam waits for Gene to move forward, ready to gently help him along.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 17 2015, 12:12 AM Post #361 |
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*holds onto Sam as soon as he's able, using him as a crutch to combat the slight swaying of the floor beneath him. His head feels light still, and the change of position isn't helping. Swallowing down a stab of sickness, Gene groans lightly and presses a hand to his stomach.* Let's get the hell out of 'ere before I decorate the carpet, shall we? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 17 2015, 08:45 AM Post #362 |
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*Oh dear.* Okay. *So Sam helps Gene along, pushing gently, but trying his best not to jostle him too much. He even grips Gene that little bit tighter, feeling how his partner is swaying and pitching slightly. This is bad... the doctor said it was something that would pass soon, and it probably only got this bad because Gene kept insisting that he was alright, but still... Sam can't help but feel concerned. Seeing Gene, weak as a kitten, struggling not to throw up... it squeezes Sam's heart uncomfortably.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 17 2015, 12:15 PM Post #363 |
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*Gene totters out of the office, hanging onto Sam tightly. There are chills flooding through him causing him to shiver. He shouldn't have held this back so long. He's been suppressing his symptoms for too long, and now that floodgates have opened. As they make their way out of CID, Gene finds himself immensely grateful that nobody's around to see. He can't see himself of course, but he has an idea of what he looks like, hanging off his DI like a wet fish. And suddenly Gene finds himself even more grateful that nobody's around to see - there's a churning in his stomach, a creeping sensation crawling up his throat... Shit!! Letting go of Sam quickly, Gene makes a sharp left and stumbles through the nearby toilet door, bursting into a cubicle and all but collapsing in front of the toilet, painfully heaving up the measly contents of his stomach. Heart beating hard in his ears and his breath coming in short sharp gasps, he spits and tries to gain control of his aching stomach, each spasm causing a jolt of pain that he can't prevent* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 17 2015, 12:47 PM Post #364 |
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*Sam is about to steer Gene over to the lift when his partner suddenly breaks away, over to-- Oh, oh bloody hell. Sam follows after Gene as fast as he can, squeezing himself into the cubicle just as Gene crashes to his knees... and in the end, he does end up holding back Gene's hair, Sam's hand on his forehead, the other on Gene's back, stroking soothingly.* Alright, you're alright..... just let it out.... *Even as he speaks, and even though he tries to maintain a calm voice, Sam's inside are tight with worry. The doctor said that chances of some kind of poisoning were low... but what if... what if...... no, he can't think that. Sam shakes his head a little, resuming to stroke Gene's back, trying to soothe him through the spasms and the coughs.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 17 2015, 05:52 PM Post #365 |
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*splutters and spits, trying desperately not to heave again. There can't be anything left in him to expel - he's not eaten, and the only thing he's drunk is a sip of water. But still his inside clench and spasm, trying to force something up. After a long few moments, Gene finds himself settling, though breathless and tired. Finally satisfied that he's done, he flops back against Sam bonelessly. Swallowing hurts, and his voice comes out rough and thin as he speaks* There goes that water.... |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 17 2015, 06:11 PM Post #366 |
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*When Gene seems to finally settle, Sam reaches out quickly to flush the toilet, and not a moment too soon. Gene sags back against him, and Sam does his best to steady him, stroking back the hair from his sweaty forehead, his other hand gently massaging Gene's chest, in an effort to help him breathe normally again and relax a little.* *voice quiet and concerned* Shush... you just catch your breath. S'okay, you're alright now. I've got you. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 17 2015, 11:27 PM Post #367 |
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*Takes Sam's advice, abandoning speech and just sucking in deep breaths instead, closing his eyes. Sam's hand is all he focuses on - the gentle rubbing on his chest, massaging and calming, slowing his racing heart. How could this happen? Both of them collapsed on the floor of the CID bathroom, Gene's guts twitching and threatening to send him into a second spill at any moment... It's horrible. When he's finally calmed down enough to feel safe talking without upsetting his diaphragm again, Gene sighs in frustration and discomfort. He hasn't felt this ill in a long, long time.* *hiccups slightly, trying to squash back the urge to turn and bury his face into Sam's chest - he's just been sick and he can't tell whether his face is messy or not... But he's sure that his eyes have been watering, much to his humiliation* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 18 2015, 11:39 AM Post #368 |
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*Sam continues to gently stroke Gene's chest, after a few moments sliding his hand down a little to lightly rest against Gene's stomach, performing gentle circular motions there as well - his mum always used to do that when Sam felt sick as a child, and he found that it always helped. Pressing a kiss to the back of Gene's head, Sam murmurs after a little while* ... Better...? |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 18 2015, 12:24 PM Post #369 |
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*As Sam's hand slides down onto his stomach, Gene takes one final deep breath, finally settling his breathing back into its normal pattern. Shivering against Sam's front Gene relaxes fully, molding into Sam like putty. He should get up. They both should. But he could fall asleep right here right now, sat awkwardly on the cubicle floor, he's that tired. Eyes closed, Gene grunts in response to Sam's question, following that up with a throaty sigh* I just three me guts up... Feel like shit. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 18 2015, 08:31 PM Post #370 |
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*When Gene relaxes even more against Sam, completely resting against him, Sam feels his guts twist with worry again. Gene's utterly exhausted... he needs to get him home, and fast. But at the same time, Sam doesn't want to rush him... not when he's this weak... Keeping his hand on Gene's stomach, Sam kisses him again, stroking through his hair with his other hand.* C'mon, let's get you cleaned up... I'll take you 'ome an' you can lie down an' let me cater to your every need. How's that sound? |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 18 2015, 10:07 PM Post #371 |
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*despite the dreadful sensations surging through him, he's able to huff a little laugh at Sam's proposal. And joking aside, lying down and just letting Sam take care of him really does sound wonderfully appealing. He just wishes Sam could somehow drag him out to the car and get him home without him having to move. But that can't happen... And he can't stay on the cold floor of the toilet much longer. Already he's shivery and fevered - he needs warmth. Too tired to try and make a joke, Gene just nods and replies in a thin voice* Sounds nice. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 18 2015, 10:21 PM Post #372 |
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*As Sam realises that he managed to lift Gene's mood a little, he smiles with relief and satisfaction. This is a good start, at least! * Good. Ey up, then. *Sam's hands coming to rest against Gene's shoulders, gripping them just enough to hold Gene steady, Sam shifts, doing his best not to jostle his partner, until he's kneeling behind him. Then he adjusts his grip, ready to help Gene up as soon as he feels able to move.* No rush, take as much time as you need... |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 18 2015, 10:45 PM Post #373 |
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*Gene leans forward a little to let Sam disentangle himself and then starts to try and get himself to his feet. Using Sam as a crutch and with a few little stumbles he manages to make it up into a hunched position, hanging off his partner for support. He takes little comfort from the fact that even if the vertical position made him need to throw up again he has nothing left to expel. Luckily, the waves of nausea are smaller this time. Not wanting to look even worse in front of Sam, Gene wipes at his eyes to get rid of any moisture left there and sniffs. His mouth tastes foul and his skin must be greyish, but the last thing he wants is to look like he was crying on top of it all* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 18 2015, 10:51 PM Post #374 |
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*Sam assists Gene as much as he can, helping him stand properly before gently steering him over to the basins. He looks miserable, so washing his mouth and face will surely improve the situation a little more... And this is all Sam wants right now - make this situation better in all the little ways he possibly can. * |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 18 2015, 10:57 PM Post #375 |
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*Gene grabs onto the sink as he nears it, turning the hot tap on. Hoping that his balance doesn't suffer for it, he leans down over the basin and sucks in a mouthful of water from the tap. The feeling of water in his mouth almost sets him off again, but he spits it out as soon as his mouth feels clean once again, finishing the ritual off with a splash of water over his face. Lacking a towel, he rubs his face on his sleeve. It's nothing like a proper wash, but maybe he'll have a bath or something later... All this sweating means he'll probably be forced to have one anyway. Swallowing and nodding once, he looks at Sam. It's time to try and get out of here again.* Okay. Attempt number two... |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 19 2015, 08:53 AM Post #376 |
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*Sam maintains his hold on Gene, making sure he doesn't just topple over. Rubbing at Gene's shoulder a little, Sam nods, trying to be encouraging. * In your own time. *adjusting his grip, Sam makes sure to give Gene as much support as he needs, without going too fast for him. * |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 19 2015, 08:41 PM Post #377 |
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*mumbles* We go in my own time and we'll end up gettin' home next week. *But, he's on the move with Sam's help. It takes a mountainous effort, but Gene manages to drag himself along and out of the corridor, relying on Sam to help pull him along. Finally they make it to the lift and stumble inside. The short journey down to the ground level is a bit uncomfortable - the drop causes Gene's stomach to flip and his hands to grip at Sam's jacket a little tighter. By the time the lift settles and the doors open, Gene's looking distinctly green - but he hasn't thrown up again, so that's something positive! He doesn't look at Phyllis's desk as they move past - he can't speak right now, and he doesn't want to delay getting to the car. Sorry, Phyllis - Gene'll have to snark at you next time!* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 19 2015, 08:45 PM Post #378 |
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*Sam notices how Gene's grip on him tightens of course, and he does his best to support Gene as much as he can without actually carrying him. As they move past Phyllis, Sam does look up at her, calling over* I'm takin' 'im home - 'e needs lookin' after. Call 'is number soon as there's news on the case! *Phyllis nods, her eyebrows knotted together both sceptically and in a concerned way at just how poorly Gene looks... because right now, he really isn't a pretty picture. With a nod of thanks, Sam turns his head back to look ahead of then, reaching out to push open the door.* There we go, some fresh air should make you feel a bit better... |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 20 2015, 12:45 PM Post #379 |
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*Gene ignores Sam's calls to Phyllis, not wanting to see her look of pity or disgust or worry or whatever it is she's doing right now. He just wants to shut himself off from everyone until he feels able to face the world again without the risk of spewing all over them. So he squeezes through the door and takes a deep breath in, testing the air as Sam suggested. Thankfully it does seem to help a bit, flushing away a little of his green pallor.* *with an edge of humour to his weakened voice,* Mmm. There's something about the whiff of car exhaust and city smog, eh. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 20 2015, 01:37 PM Post #380 |
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*Sam huffs out a small laugh, but the smile is replaced with a worried frown again near immediately.* Absolutely. *He leads them away from the station, carefully taking the stairs step by step - luckily, he parked the car fairly close to the entrance, and he's still got the car keys as well... So as soon as he's able, Sam reaches out to open the passenger door, ready to help Gene sit down.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 20 2015, 11:00 PM Post #381 |
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*Silently, Gene heads over to the car with Sam's help, ducking and gently lowering himself into the passenger seat - his stomach couldn't cope with any sharper motion than that, and the last thing he wants is to be sick in his precious car. When he's sat down properly, he rests back against the seat and closes with eyes with a sigh. He's going to get home okay. He's not going to be ill on the way back. He's going to be fine.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 21 2015, 09:21 AM Post #382 |
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*Sam waits patiently until Gene is sitting down properly before closing the door and then hurrying over to his side of the car. Once he's seated as well, he turns over to Gene, hesitating for a moment (and glancing around to see if no one's there) before gently putting his hand on Gene's shoulder. * You tell me if I need to stop the car straight away. Alright? |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 21 2015, 12:31 PM Post #383 |
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*Determined not to make himself feel sick again, Gene doesn't nod. Instead he grunts a reply with his eyes still closed* Yeah, m'not exactly up for redecorating my apholstry. I'll give you fair warning. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 21 2015, 02:10 PM Post #384 |
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*pulls hours gave into a sympathetic grimace * Right. Good. *one more second of hesitation, but then Sam starts up the car and carefully reverses out and away from the station. He drives carefully, not too fast - the priority is to make this easy on Gene, not to get him home as quickly as possible. The first is much easier to accomplish than the latter without having any... Accidents... * |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 21 2015, 08:36 PM Post #385 |
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*Gene holds onto the window handle as Sam pulls off slowly, one hand up above his head and the other settled over his stomach. Despite Sam's efforts to keep the car slow and steady, even this small amount of movement means Gene's on edge the whole way back, swallowing to keep his throat relaxed and his insides under control. It's been a long time that a car ride's had this effect on him, and it's unsettling considering how much he usually loves to drive. But at the moment he couldn't even think about opening his eyes and speeding up. Luckily, he makes it back with a minimal of sickness and no attempts to flag Sam down - his deep breathing and closed eyes seem to help somewhat. As they approach Gene's house, Gene finally blinks his eyes open. Thank god, they're almost there. He's almost in bed.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 21 2015, 08:45 PM Post #386 |
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*Sam keeps glancing over at Gene as they drive, and every time he sees the pale-grey-greenish colour of his face, his own insides clench with worry and sympathy. This... he's never seen Gene in such a bad condition. Not even when he was physically injured... It makes him do his best to drive as fast as he can without starting to throw the car about, and when he pulls up to Gene's house, he brakes so gently that they come to a halt with the most minimal of lurches. Sam is out of the car in no time, opening the door for Gene once more, holding out his hand to help his partner up.* Nearly there... |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 22 2015, 11:07 PM Post #387 |
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*Gene keeps his eyes shut for most of the journey, trying to keep the realisation that they're moving from hitting him. Motion at the moment means sickness, so he just keeps his focus inwards and ignores everything going on outside. It's a testament to Sam's good driving that Gene's successful in this, having managed not to spew up on the drive back. In fact Gene's so busy keeping himself as shut down as possible that he doesn't even really notice Sam slowing the car to a stop, only jumping and opening his eyes when he feels the cold air hit him from his door being opened. Groggily he blinks at the surroundings - his house, thank god. He's so close now.* Feels like you flew us back on a ruddy magic carpet, you drive so smoothly. *reaches out and takes Sam's hand in a weak grip, using it to lever himself up* I owe her suspension a good going over when I'm fit again! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 23 2015, 01:27 PM Post #388 |
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*feels a stab of guilt as he sees Gene startle like this - he hadn't meant to do that - but then he can't help a grin at the compliment he received.* Blimey, you must be bad off to compliment my drivin'. *He takes a good hold of Gene's hand, reaching out with his other one as well to help Gene out and support him on their way over to the door. Once there, he quickly searches his pockets - there, the key. Sam unlocks the door, opening it up and leading Gene inside.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 23 2015, 11:57 PM Post #389 |
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Don't get too cocky. I'll repay you in insults when I'm back to normal. *both trembling hands holding his coat tight around himself to keep the warmth in, Gene follows Sam to the door and waits as he unlocks it. It's weird, feeling both hot and cold simultaneously, and Gene doesn't quite know what to do with it. On one hand all he wants to do when he gets in is sink into a hot bath... But on the other hand, he just wants to lie there with a cold flannel on his forehead. Either way, however he ends up he's not going to want to move afterwards! With a sniff, Gene steps inside the house and starts to make a wobbly b-line towards the lounge and sweet rest.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 24 2015, 07:43 AM Post #390 |
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*mutters only half-sarcastically * Can't wait. *realising that Gene wants to get over to the lounge, Sam's first instinct is to protest. Gene should go to bed straight away... Possibly have a shower or a bath first, but the sooner he lies down properly, the better... Then again, right now he probably just wants to sit down... Which is fair enough. Still, he needs to voice his concerns... * Listen, are you sure you don't just want to head straight to bed? Lie down? |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 24 2015, 01:16 PM Post #391 |
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*Gene pauses at Sam's words, considering what he says. He does want to lie down... But where's Sam going to be while he's up there? As much as he does just want to hibernate, curl up and feel sorry for himself until all these symptoms go away, he doesn't want to be locked up there by himself. Slightly sheepishly, Gene mutters* You're gonna be down 'ere though, right? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 24 2015, 01:54 PM Post #392 |
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*Sam blinks - that question seems a little... Odd to him... * Yeah ... Of course I will. *Is Gene worried that Sam will go back into work? Because there's no chance he'll leave Gene alone right now... * I'll call the station and tell them you need lookin' after... I'll stay. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 24 2015, 02:06 PM Post #393 |
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*So Sam's going to stay... That's good. In that case, maybe he really will be alright upstairs. If Sam was leaving again then he wouldn't want to be stuck up there on his own. With a slightly embarrassed nod, Gene changes his direction and starts to slowly and shakily climb the stairs, one hand latched firmly onto the banister just in case. His balance is still a bit wonky, and with his head already trying to pound his brain into mush and his internal temperature going nuts the last thing he wants is to fall down the stairs!* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 24 2015, 02:28 PM Post #394 |
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*Sam is right by Gene's side, supporting him from the other side and helping him up the stairs, step by step. There is no way on he'll that he's letting Gene collapse again, or even worse, fall down the stairs.... One they reach the upper landing, Sam gently squeezes Gene's arm and quietly asks* D'you wanna go to the bathroom first? Brush your teeth, wash up a little... *with how much he's been sweating, that should make him feel at least a little bit better.... * |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 24 2015, 10:48 PM Post #395 |
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*Gene swallows as he considers, looking between the bathroom and the bedroom indecisively. He feels like he won't be able to stand up much longer, but cleaning his teeth actually sounds like a really good idea. Feeling fluey and sick is bad enough, but feeling disgusting on top just makes it that much worse, especially when he knows the majority of the disgusting things happened at work. Shame tuns through him at the thought, so he turns his foggy brain towards Sam's suggestion instead, croaking out his reply* Yeah, I'd better - Mouth tastes like a badger's arse. *takes a deep, unhappy breath which bubbles a little as he reaches the limit of his lungs.* What're you gonna do? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 25 2015, 12:27 AM Post #396 |
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*without hesitation* Hold back your hair. *then, with the slightest smile* Stay with you, of course. I'm not letting you out of sight again... *As he talks, he encourages Gene on, towards the bathroom door, nudging it open and switching on the light.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 25 2015, 08:15 PM Post #397 |
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*Gene's grateful for Sam staying close - collapsing unconscious on the floor isn't something that he wants to repeat, but if he does happen to do it again he'd rather have someone there. And feeling as rotten as he is, he's even able to admit to himself that he just wants the reassurance of having Sam there. Not that he'd ever tell Sam that.* So he stays silent, accepting Sam's help without a word and shuffling into the bathroom. First things first, his teeth need cleaning. If he doesn't get this taste out of his mouth, he'll end up sick again just from that. Taking his toothbrush and the toothpaste in his hands, he starts shakily squeezing the paste onto the bristles* Y'know, this is the first time I'm actually lookin' forward to the taste of Colgate. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 25 2015, 08:20 PM Post #398 |
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*Sam takes Gene's silence for what it is - unspoken gratitude - and leads him to the sink. There, he lets up his grip a little, though he stays close to Gene, just in case... At Gene's joke, Sam huffs out a chuckle, looking away for a moment.* I bet. Should definitely help at any rate... |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 25 2015, 09:11 PM Post #399 |
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*Grunts in acknowledgement as he starts brushing his teeth, finally ridding himself of that acrid revolting taste in his mouth. He swishes, spits, then leans down to take a large mouthful of water from the tap and swishes again. When he's finally done, he spits and wipes his mouth on his sleeve, backing up and sitting down tiredly on the closed lid of the toilet, breathless already. Reluctant now to stand up again, Gene leans back and sighs.* Ugh... This isn't summat you can catch, is it? Not gonna bring you down with me, am I...? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 25 2015, 09:41 PM Post #400 |
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*having moved over to stand in front of Gene, one hand resting lightly on his partner's shoulder, Sam shakes his head* No. They gave me shots when they checked me over... I'm immune to river diseases now. *trails off, not quite knowing what to say - it's not fair that Gene is suffering like this when it was all Sam's fault in the first place... After a few moments, Sam gives Gene a little pat* D'you want to 'ave a quick bath? If not, I suggest you go get changed and lie down... The sooner the better. |
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