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Of Wolf and Man; Who let the dogs out, who, who, who?
Topic Started: Mar 12 2016, 06:14 PM (14,170 Views)
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*Being a werewolf isn't easy. And neither is being under the thumb of a werewolf hunter. Someone who knows your secret and is only just barely holding back from tracking you down and putting a silver bullet between your eyes for the one reason that you're more valuable to him alive than dead. At the moment, anyway. And it's not like the relationship isn't mutually beneficial in some way. Even though Gene despises taking the money, he has no choice. It's live and live well with all the information he needs or die and end up someone's throw rug.

It's been this way for years, between Warren and Gene. It's routine. And so far Gene's fairly sure Warren's the only one who knows. His colleagues don't. They only know that he's unavailable for evening drinks once a month because of "wife commitments", though none of them have been brave enough to point out that they haven't seen his missus in years. Sam definitely doesn't know. It'd blow his little mind,considering how he's already a little peculiar.

But of course, like he always does, here's Sam bloody Tyler - his best mate, his right hand, his deputy dog - putting all of this at risk. He doesn't know the specific nature of the danger he's putting them both in, how could he. And Warren would never DO anything about it, he knows that Warren needs Gene too much. Having a DCI at your beck and call is nothing to throw away just because of some uppity little twerp rocking the boat. Right?? *
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*Gene stays quiet for the short ride, waiting for the van to stop rattling about and to pull up outside his house.

And when it does, Gene can't help feeling slightly anxious at the prospect of getting out. The neighbours... He has a certain reputation around here... And if they see him wheeled about like an invalid...

But thankfully the way is clear, and Sam seems to be rushing to get him inside as quick as he can.

And once Sam's got the door open, Gene can see the ramp. He has to do a double take at first.*

What-? Where'd that come from!
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*There's something about Gene's reaction that gives Sam a rush of both pride and slight embarrassment. Of course he feels accomplished for having constructed something that's going to help Gene in the next few days - it took a couple of hours to work out exactly how he'd have to cut the wood so that it wouldn't slide away underneath the wheels - but at the same time, Sam doesn't really want to... to look like he's gloating, or even just hashing for Gene's approval.

So he remains silent at first, concentrating on getting Gene up the ramp. Once they're past the door, Sam finally says, slightly out of breath*

... I made it. Nelson 'ad some planks lying around, said I could use 'em.

*Sam hangs back for a moment, picking up the ramp and carrying it inside - he doesn't want it getting rained on, and somehow he knows that Gene wouldn't appreciate it being there in full view at all times. Leaning it against the wall, he finally turns to face Gene, looking slightly insecure.*

I... thought it would come in handy. Spare you those few steps.
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*Jesus, Sam actually BUILT that for him? That's.... Impressive!*

Well aren't you the little handyman!

*then, noticing the way Sam's slightly out of breath*

It might spare me a step or two, but all these ramps are gonna knacker you!
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*Sam shrugs a little sheepishly, moving over to close the door and then hanging up his jacket on the coat-rack.*

I'll cope.

*He steps back into Gene's line of view, sitting down on the stairs leading to the upper floor. That way, Sam gets to rest for a moment, and Gene doesn't have to look up at him.*

Right - do you want to stay in the lounge for a while, or go straight up?

*he turns slightly, eyeing the staircase*

I couldn't have done a ramp for this one, s'too steep... *turns back, expression apologetic* Sorry.
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*God, Sam's puffed out enough to need a sit down... And that's enough for Gene to make his decision.*

Wouldn't have expected you to! It'd be more like a bleedin' runway than a ramp. Naah, let's stay down here for a bit. Reckon we could both use a breather before tacking the alps.
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*Sam's lips twitch into a little smile. Gene is right, he's grateful for the reprieve... Helping Gene up the stairs will be a difficult task, if getting him into the wheelchair is anything to go by.*

All right then.

*He pulls himself back up by the bannister, stepping around the chair and pushing it into the lounge.

He's rearranged the furniture there slightly - made the telly easily viewable from both a lying position on the sofa and a sitting one on the arm chair, for one. The little sofa table is propped up on a few wooden blocks, now easily reachable without having to lean down. And all in all there's just enough space to manoeuvre the wheelchair about. Both the sofa and the armchair are fitted with cushions, and Sam stops about midway between both of them.*

Which do you fancy? Proper lie-down, or sitting up?
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*Gene stares - his living room is different. There's more space...

Sam did all this? The table's the right height, the sofa is piled with cushions, the TV is adjusted slightly... He's really put thought into this...

He's speechless for a moment.*

Uh... Let's go with sitting... See if I conk out..
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*Sam is aware of the moment of silence that goes on for a little bit too long - of how Gene seems to be... somewhat speechless? So he must have noticed the changes Sam made. And if he didn't like them, he would've already said so...

So Sam must have done a good thing.

A little glow of pride starting to warm his chest, Sam nods.*

Okay.

*He wheels Gene as close to the armchair as he possibly can, trying to manoeuvre it so that Gene will have to cross the least distance. Then, putting the breaks on the wheels first, Sam moves around to Gene's front, suddenly looking slightly lost.*

... right, erm... how do we do this...

*He knows what's hidden underneath Gene's clothes... there's small swathes of bandages poking out from underneath the collar of his shirt even... Sam is scared of hurting Gene inadvertently. Properly scared. Earlier, it was all right, with the nurse helping out and knowing what she was doing...*
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*... How do we do this indeed... Gene looks between his own legs and the sofa, lip twisted in concentration. This is going to be how it is now isn't it... getting up and sitting down are going to be mammoth and uncomfortable chores.

He'd better just get on with it hadn't he.

Suddenly very aware of his damaged arm and chest muscles, Gene takes a deep breath.*

Give me back a shove...

*He leans forward, grimacing in pain as he bends in an attempt to manouver himself forwards. His hands loosely grip at the armrests, but he's unable to put any weight down. All strength has to come from his legs and his core. And even without the muscle damage, he's still low on general strength.

But a few moments of straining later, Gene's onto his legs and almost bent double. One more manouver and he'll be there...*
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Right...

*Far from giving Gene's back a shove, Sam moves in as Gene begins to lean forward, his hand sliding down to the small of his back, trying to give Gene both stability and a bit of gentle momentum. But Sam can see it, the lines of pain, the way Gene's eyes are squeezed shut against it... The way his arms are trembling.

It reminds him of how it had been back in that basement.

Swallowing hard, Sam keeps his grip as stable as he can, trying to coax Gene to the side. If only he could provide some support for Gene's front... But Sam doesn't dare to touch him there. The wounds must still be too fresh... *

Right, just... Turn to your right a bit, then one step back, and you can sit yourself down... I've got you.
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*Gene's first instinct is to snap - 'I know how to sit on my own arse thanks very much! I'm practically a professional!'

But his teeth are gritted, and any response is stifled behind his tongue. And he knows that Sam's trying to help. He's tried so, so hard. And he has helped. God, without Sam... Where the hell would he be? Dead is the obvious answer, but even just if Sam hadn't come home with him... How the hell would he manage?

He's so grateful Sam decided to come back with him.

Finally with a stiff shuffle, Gene manages to back his way onto the sofa, a grim sound of pain hissing through his teeth as he lowers himself down.*
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*It's slow going, and evidently painful, but finally, Gene is sitting down. Sam reaches out to adjust the cushions behind him, to make sure Gene will at least be comfortable sitting here...

Then he crouches down, one hand on Gene's knee, and tries to get a look at his friend's face. He's unaware of Gene's thought process just then, but Sam is under no illusion that this must be one of the hardest things Gene's had to go through... And Sam knows that he's in danger of coming across as overbearing, and too eager...

But he's worried. He wants Gene to be okay. The question - "All right?" - is on the tip of his tongue, but he knows that Gene isn't, not right now.

So instead, his voice soft, Sam asks*

... anything I can get you?
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**Gene breathes through the pain, the colour slowly starting to return to his cheeks. Sam's hand is on his knee, he can feel it - but rather than pushing it away, Gene leaves it there. It grounds him - makes him feel steady. Safe.

And that question... Does he want anything?

Tea would be nice... But then how's he going to drink it? He can barely lift his arms at all...*

Well... Would ask for a brew, but...

*bends his arms as much as he can without pain, his upper arms not leaving his sides*
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*Tea. Sam's going to have a look at the list of things Gene is allowed to have, but he's sure that tea will be on there. And despite what Gene thinks, Sam's going to find a way for him to be able to drink his it. He's thought ahead, after all.

Sam squeezes his knee gently before letting go, getting back up to his feet.*

You'll get your brew. Want me to put the telly on while I'm in the kitchen?
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Yeah go on then... Let's see what crap's on the box.

*He shifts, holding his breath as he leans back against the cushions as much as his stitches allow. God it's good to be back... Somewhere familiar and comfortable... Somewhere bright and in Sam's company.*
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*Without further ado, Sam moves over to switch on the telly - it doesn't have a remote, and this time of the day there isn't much on either, so he leaves it on BBC One and adjusts the volume to just loud enough for Gene to hear, before turning back.

Mirroring Gene's sentiment without realising, Sam can't help but notice what a relief it is to see Gene back in his home, albeit worse for wear. But that's still better than...

Showing that thought forcefully out of his mind, Sam gives Gene a half-smile.*

Be with you in a few minutes.

*And with that, he leaves the lounge, snatching up Gene's bag on the way - it contains not only his men's, but also the instructions Sam was given before they left. Time to have a good look at those...*
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*Gene turns his head to watch Sam leave the room. It's a good thing he can still use his neck okay despite the bruising on the outside - he doesn't want to take his eyes off Sam in case he suddenly disappears into thin air. The fact that he's here makes Gene feel so much better, it'd scare him if he thought about it too hard.

With Sam now out of sight, Gene leans back and closes his eyes, letting the sound of Sam's pottering and the low chatter from the TV fill his mind. He said he'd be back in a few minutes.... *
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*Sam doesn't linger in the kitchen for longer than necessary. He puts on the kettle, leaning against the kitchen counter and reading through the instructions for Gene's wellbeing while waiting for the water to boil.

He doesn't even notice how his other hand rubs across his abdomen, scratching in places.

A few minutes later, it's all ready. Gene isn't allowed sugar right now, because of the sensitivity of his stomach, but Sam makes sure to pour enough milk. Then, the final touch: He rummages through a drawer, and comes up with a long, very colourful straw. Gene probably won't like it, but it's the best Sam could come up with...

Equipped with Gene's tea, Sam makes his way back into the lounge. He hesitates for a moment, seeing that Gene has closed his eyes - maybe he'd rather sleep...*

... Guv?
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*Gene opens his eyes at the sound of Sam's voice - and his gaze immediately falls on the neon green straw poking out of the top of the mug he's holding.

A neon green straw.

Gene's eyebrows shoot up like rockets, amusement barely hidden behind his eyes.*

You expecting a party? Got me a hat and a party bag too?
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*Oh, he's awake. Sam is strangely relieved to see that.

Gene's comment draws a half-amused, half-embarrassed smile from Sam - he knew Gene would immediately notice... but he doesn't seem to mind.

Sam crosses the distance between them and lowers the mug down to Gene's lap, hoping he'll be able to grasp the mug at least. It's not completely full, so he won't have to worry about balancing it...*

Thought you'd like to see some actual colour after all that off-white and hospital-green.

*Sam remains hovering next to Gene, just in case he needs some more help with drinking it...*
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*off white, hospital green.... Red, black, blue, red, mottled yellow and green, red.... He's seen a great deal many more colours than that in the last few days... But he knows what Sam's getting at, and he's grateful for it.

Extending his hands as much as he can without lifting his arms from the shoulders, Gene takes the mug in a slightly shaky grasp.*

Think I can see enough colour in your cheeks already. You keep lighting up like Rudolph's nose.
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*Sam remains where he is, just in case... just in case.

However, at Gene's words, Sam pauses. His cheeks heat up further before he can do anything to stop it, and turning away isn't an option either, since he needs to keep an eye on Gene.

So he gives a little huff, shaking his head*

M'just glad that you're back.

*It's half the truth, at least - and if Gene is in the mood for teasing, Sam's jut given him the perfect starting point... and Gene teasing him means that he's getting better, and that is all Sam wants at the moment.*
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*Gene can hear the truth in Sam's statement, even as he recognises it as amusement as well.

He shakes his head, almost in disbelief.*

Few weeks ago I'd have said pigs'd fly before you'd even think about saying that.
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*Sam pauses for a moment. What Gene is saying is an undeniable truth... Before the attack, he'd been sure that Gene would do anything to get rid of him, and Sam was fighting hard to wake up... To get home.

He still wants to go home. Just... Not yet. He needs to make sure Gene recovers first.

With a few moments' delay, Sam finally mutters*

Well, people change, don't they.

*A few weeks ago, if someone has told Sam that he'd be cuddling his DCI's giant Wolf body... Sam doesn't even know how he would have reacted.*
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*Gene wants to snort - to laugh at that statement. But to save his throat, he doesn't. Instead he just smiles slightly.*

Yeah. Some just a little bit. Some into great fuzzy-arsed monsters.
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*It takes a moment for Sam completely process what Gene just said, but when he does, a slightly embarrassed and delighted grin spreads across his face. Gene is smiling... Joking about it... That's such a relief...!

And before Sam can stop himself, he says*

You're not a monster! And fluffy rather than fuzzy.
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*Gene raises an eyebrow, turning his head enough to give Sam a look. He can remember Sam cuddling him close while he'd transformed - holding his large head and stroking his ears - but he can't believe Sam didn't consider him a monster even at that point.*

You tellin' me as I was twisting all over the place and sprouting fur all over you didn't look at me and see a monster?

'Cos that's what I'd have seen if I were you.
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*This time, Sam remains silent for a longer time. This is a serious question, and it demands a serious answer...

Sam moves away from where he'd been standing by Gene's side, sitting down in the opposite arm chair, intertwining his hands as he considers his answer.

Did he think of Gene as a monster? No. He knows with absolute certainty that he didn't. What Sam saw horrified him, no question - his stomach still turns at the thought of how... how Gene's face had just broken apart - but it wasn't that he was horrified of Gene. He was horrified for Gene. Terrified that this was going to destroy him, both times it happened. Terrified that it would just stop, and Gene would be lying there, bones crushed, deformed...

Sam lowers his gaze, his hands and shoulders growing tense. He releases a breath, then finally shakes his head.*

... I didn't. It...

*He trails off, not quite knowing what to say, how to voice his thoughts in a way to entirely convince Gene. Finally, he gives a small, somewhat helpless shrug and looks up, any mirth gone from his expression.*

... it was still you.
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*Sam seems so honest and sincere in his answer... But Gene knows that for a time it really wasn't him. When he's strong and prepared, he can control the Wolf from the start - but back there the Wolf was winning. It was erasing him. Sam knows that. And whether the animal is a part of him that lay dormant until he was turned or whether it's something completely separate from him... It's in him now.

His hands clench a little around the warm mug, brow furrowing slightly*

... Apart from when it wasn't.

That thing's in me, Sam. And this time... I lost control of it.
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*Sam frowns as well - Gene keeps coming back to that... it must really bother him. And God knows he has every right. Sam can't imagine what it must be like, for a short while sharing a body with another being (at least, that is what it sounds like).

It must be because Gene was so injured at the time. So it must have taken a huge effort to take back control, as he puts it... Christ.

It's easy to see how hard it is for Gene to come to terms with what happened, and what apparently nearly happened. Sam knows that he won't get through to Gene all at once - it will take a while to convince him that Sam doesn't think any less of him, or would even be scared.

Trying to relax his stance and put ease into his voice, Sam says*

Well, for what it's worth, it doesn't make a difference to me. You regained control, that's the important thing. And it was an exceptional situation... and it's highly unlikely to happen again this way.

*Because I'll make damn sure it won't, Sam adds in his mind.*
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*Highly unlikely.... but not impossible...

He appreciates Sam's efforts to curb his worries, but he can't shake the feeling that what happened may not be so exceptional - there are other hunters out there, and if Warren somehow leaks his secret... Sam won't tell anyone, he's sure of that. But Warren? Joni? He's gotten used to the paranoia over the years, and it won't go away just like that.

For a moment, Gene keeps his mouth shut. But then something else occurs to him. Something else he's been paranoid about since this whole wolf thing started.

He pales suddenly, realising he never checked.*

Show me your arms...
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*Sam blinks, taken aback.*

Eh?

*His arms...?

Unable to follow Gene's line of thinking, but not wanting to make him worry any further - the expression on his face isn't far away from panic - Sam does as he's asked, rolling up his sleeves and exposing his arms to Gene.

However, there are no fresh scratches. At the time, Sam had been wearing his jacket, both when he'd been chased by Edwards and in Warren's basement.

Sam watches Gene closely, trying to gauge whether he'll calm down now.*

... happy?
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*Gene stretches to get a good look, his eyes raking up and down Sam's lower arms... But he can't see anything... No scratches or teeth marks...

.. But he remembers Sam reaching inside his mouth, close to his fangs... It would have been so easy for him to get scratched...*

I didn't get you anywhere...? If I did, you'd bloody tell me, right?
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*Sam blinks again - then he realizes. If Gene's teeth managed to break Sam's skin somewhere... he'd be...

Sam shakes his head, suddenly eager to put his worries to rest.*

You didn't get me. I was - I was wearing my jacket. No holes in there, and I didn't touch your teeth.

*With his arms already outstretched, it's easy to reach out and place his hand on Gene's, in a further effort to calm him down.*

If I'd noticed anything... I would have told you.

*he gives Gene a quickly, slightly insecure smile*

I... I'd be lost otherwise.
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*That's right... Sam would have told him... He'd thought so.

As Sam's hand settles over his own, already loosely holding the mug, Gene sighs in relief. He really didn't infect Sam. Thank god. He'd never forgive himself. All these things he has to think about, it's too much to remember all at once.

He nods, swallowing down the nerves.*

Good... Jesus...

The teeth, they're not too sharp, but... You snag your skin on 'em too hard and...

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*Watching Gene closely, Sam nods as the former speaks.*

Actually, I was aware of it. Of... what could happen.

*Sam's hand squeezes Gene's lightly.*

I was being careful.

*This conversation is starting to properly dredge up memories now... How Gene had looked so scared of what Sam was about to do. How the blood had come gushing out...

Sam lowers his gaze, colour draining slightly from his face. If he's remembering, then what is this talking doing to Gene... But then again, if Gene wants to talk about what happened, then Sam is the last person to deny him that.*
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*Gene stares down at his tea - at the straw. The symbol of what he's been reduced to now. Sam may say he was being careful, but there's always that chance. That chance that something could have happened. Sam could have slipped. Gene could have flinched. And the danger isn't even really over - if Sam plans on sticking around after this and not transferring stations then the risk is still there. The risk that Gene might pass this thing onto him. And then the hunters will have more than one target in Manchester....

He's a curse. A toxic pollutant to anyone who knows about the Wolf. And Sam's covered himself in it. *

Careful doesn't always mean 'not sporting a lovely set of bite marks'.

*He closes his eyes and drops his head. He feels he's warned Sam enough before, but he apparently still doesn't get it.*

I'm catching, Sam. Like a sodding STD. Not even the wolfing out palaver necessarily, just by bein' around. You're not even infected and look what almost happened to you.
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*Sam doesn't react at first, but after a moment, he looks up slowly.

... what...?

There is more behind Gene's words, he can sense it. It's almost as though negativity and self-loathing are surrounding Gene like an aura.

Surely he isn't blaming himself on what happened to Sam in the first place...? Because that was all Sam's doing - his and Edwards' and Warren's. If Gene wants to blame anyone...

After a few seconds of silence, Sam carefully says*

... that was Edwards. Not you. He'd have attacked me either way.

You are the reason I'm still 'ere.
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*Maybe Sam's right - about Edwards anyway. But beyond that, after the point where Gene found himself hooded and tied and thrown into the back of that damned van, everything that happened was a direct result of Gene's affliction. Edwards seeking Sam out again, then Sam walking into Warren's club... Warren overpowering him and hurting him... Tying him to that chair.... And that's where Gene's mind goes foggy. The moon was rising, warping his perception. And he can't quite bring himself to ask what happened next.*

Initially, maybe. When you were working off of ignorance.

But once you knew... I became the reason you almost got knifed to pieces by a madman in a basement and then devoured by a monster.
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*...!

Sam's chest grows tight as Gene speaks. He's blaming himself. Jesus.

However, Sam is self-aware enough to realise he's basically doing the very same... so he has no right to call Gene out on it. Though that doesn't mean that he's just going to silently accept what Gene is saying...!

Sam leans forward, letting go of Gene's hand. Moments later, he gently places both hands on Gene's cheeks, making the man look at him - just like he had done with the wolf. He needs to make Gene understand... that Sam did this of his own volition.*

'Ey.

I chose to come to that basement. Alright? After-- after Edwards, I could 'ave left. No one was forcing me to go down there.

*... and he'd do it all again in a heartbeat, if it meant saving Gene from certain death. He would do it again, even as the memory of everything that happened - Warren's hands on his abdomen, stroking and kneading, going down, no, don't think about it - makes his skin crawl and itch. But Sam holds Gene's gaze, hoping that he'll believe him...*
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*Gene blinks as Sam's hands touch his face and angle his gaze upwards. Sam's trying so hard... so hard to get Gene to believe none of this is his fault... But it's internalised now. It has been for years. All of these possibilities, all of these awful things that could happen to him and to the people around him... they've started to come true. Narrowly avoided, some of them... But not all.*

But you did. 'Cos of me.

And I don't--

*He cuts himself off. He can't finish that sentence. I don't remember what he did to you. If he did anything to you..*
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*Sam's eyebrows twitch into a worried frown. What can he do to stop Gene from going down that spiral? And what was he going to say...?*

You don't... What?

Talk to me...!
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*No, he can't. He can't ask what happened now. When Sam's seemingly okay, he can't just start plowing into the finer details of what happened.

He shakes his head, suddenly not that eager to talk about this any more.*

My tea's gettin' cold...
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*Sam is frozen in place for a moment, before pulling back slowly, a sigh escaping him. He can't help it, he feels... Disappointed. It seemed that Gene was opening up... Maybe Sam was pushing him too hard. He doesn't want that, of course - Gene needs to feel safe.

So Sam doesn't protest, instead saying*

Go on then.

... But remember that - that it wasn't your fault. And if there's anything you want to talk about, I'm here and ready to listen. Okay?

*However, even as he speaks, Sam begins to absentmindedly scratch at his stomach through his shirts' fabric, finally needing to do something against that itch...*
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*Gene can't help feeling disappointed in himself as well. He wanted to talk... He still feels like he needs to get his feelings out (for some reason Sam inspires that in him like nobody else), but he can't do it at Sam's emotional expense.

Slightly sheepishly, Gene looks down at the mug in his hands before raising it shakily as high as he can. The straw just about touches his lips and he finally manages to suck up a sip.

Determined not to let them fall into silence, Gene searches for something to say - and his eyes fall on Sam's hand scratching at his abdomen.*

.... Gnat bit you?
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*No response... Sam leans back in the armchair, trying to relax again. Gene is drinking... that's good. But his hands are still shaky... At least Sam remembered to not fill the mug to the brim, so now nothing is sloshing over the rim.

Then, Gene's question. At first, Sam is somewhat confused, but then he realises what he's doing. His hand falls away from his abdomen as his heart starts to beat a little faster - as though Gene just caught him doing something improper.

Sam shifts in the armchair, sitting up a bit straighter and lacing his fingers together, as if to stop them to go back to scratching.*

Just a bit of an itch.

*eager to change subject, Sam continues*

You let me know whatever you need, whenever you need it, yeah? *his lips twitch into a slight smile* I'm your personal lackey for the next few weeks. You get to boss me around even more than you already do, so make the most of it.
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*Glad that Sam's going with the change of subject, Gene quickly replies. It's a miracle that Sam's even here, let alone offering to be his temporary slave for the next few weeks.b The idea would have been laughable just days ago!*

Well, I'd demand you give me a shoulder massage, but we'll end up in A&E if you try that.
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*Sam smiles fleetingly, the fact that Gene is happy about the change of subject not escaping him. But, well, he's glad he got Gene off that line of inquiry as well... There's nothing he could tell him anyway. Nothing happened. That itch is just some sort of symptom of PTSD, and it will pass. No need to worry Gene over something like that.*

In a week then, maybe.

Now, erm - according to the doctor, you're only allowed clear soup for the moment... the easier to digest the better. I'll still try to make it worth your while, though, so I was wondering if there's any flavours you prefer? Any ingredients...?
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Hmmm.

*Soup. Dammit. All this liquid and he'll be pissing like a racehorse. But if Sam's going to be making this stuff from scratch he might actually have a chance at enjoying some of it. It's just a shame that all the flavours he tends to like are going to be the worst for his stomach.*

Curry? Sausage? Anything brown and strong flavoured'll go down well.

... Don't suppose beer counts as soup, does it?
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*Oh dear... Gene won't be happy.

Regretfully, Sam shakes his head*

Can't use anything too strong... not for the first few days anyway.

...How does chicken stock sound?
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*Damn. He knew that'd be the answer.

But Sam's trying so hard... Gene can't drag him down with his own grump, not now. And chicken soup does sound nice. So he smiles a little, giving Sam a grateful flash of the eyes.*

Bloody lovely.
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*This time, the smile showing on Sam's face is real.*

Alright then.

*He'll try his hardest. After everything that Gene's been through in the last few days... He deserves all the good things he can get.

Since it's still not very late in the morning, it's too early to start cooking, so Sam will stay in the lounge for a little while longer. He picked up a few files from the station, old cases he wants to go through, paperwork he wants to check - that's what he'll work on, while Gene recovers.

As Sam settles in the armchair properly and picks up one of the files he's put down on the little table, he looks over at Gene one more.*

Anything you need, you let me know straight away. Yeah?

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*Gene watches Sam for a moment - it looks like he's going to stay for a bit, work on something... And Gene finds himself extremely glad not to have to sit alone.

So he sits, leaning back against the cushions and raising his mug up once more.*

Yeah don't you worry, I'll give you a holler.

*And that's it. They sit for a long while, Sam working and Gene sipping idly at his tea. And that's enough. The company, the lack of silence, the familiar surroundings and the feeling of being alive and cared for keep Gene going.

Once Sam's prepared lunch, the difficulty starts. With his entire upper body stiff and paralysed with muscular pain, Gene can't find a way to lift the spoon to his mouth without causing himself agony. The stitches don't help, either. And much to his humiliation, Gene finds himself relying on Sam to help him spoon the liquid up to his own mouth.

And as he digests this watered down meal, Gene's stomach burns with something more than pain. Anger. Injustice. Defeat. Warren might not have killed him, but if he could see the miserable picture Gene makes now, having to be spoon-fed soup by his DI... He'd surely feel like he'd won.

That isn't where the difficulties end, either. As the late afternoon draws near, Gene's aching muscles and his broken rib start to cry out for his bed. Sitting up feels good compared to lying down all the time in hospital, but he's starting to get a feeling that he'd just like the day to end now. The soup did him good, but his insides feel like they've had to chew through a horse. This is going to take some getting used to.

Sam helps him up the stairs slowly, the strain it takes to tense the muscles needed to push him up unbelievable. Then there's the bathroom.

Thankfully he's able to pee without help (not that he'd ask for it even if he couldn't), but washing his face and brushing his teeth are a different matter. His hands won't go that high any more. Once again, heart eating itself with anger and humiliation, Gene has to get Sam to help.

Once he's finally in the bedroom, Gene is absolutely exhausted. He aches all over, his stomach feels like he's been kicked by a kangaroo and he's so sleepy he can barely keep his eyes open. Fully dressed still, Gene immediately heads for his bed and awkwardly tries to start pulling the covers down - something else he can't even do.*
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*As the day progresses, it seems that the full extent of how much help he needs is only just beginning to dawn on Gene.

Sam was prepared - the doctor had talked to him for a long time, telling him exactly what Gene is definitely going to need help with during the first few days. That, due to the damage Gene's muscles have sustained, he won't even be able to raise a spoon to his mouth.

So Sam knew it was coming, and he didn't mind... but of course, it's a different story for Gene. Throughout the day his mood plummets, despite Sam's best attempts to give him a balance of help and independence. Helping him in the bathroom seems to hurt the worst; Sam can basically sense anger and shame radiating from Gene. Not that Sam blames him for it...

It's understandable that by the time they arrive in the bedroom, Gene looks like he's ready to drop and sleep for the next 24 hours, even though it's barely even 7pm. As he attempts to pull down the covers, Sam fluffs up the pillows before beginning to help Gene - just to show that he isn't trying to smother Gene in helpfulness.*

Alright, you can sit down in a second...

*Sam kneels down, quickly undoing Gene's flies and pulling his trousers down just enough so Gene can sit down while Sam does the rest. After what they've been through during the day, he has a feeling that asking for permission to undress Gene would just add to the humiliation that must be burning through him...

Once that's done, Sam places his hand at the small of Gene's back, to give him extra support as he lowers himself down onto the mattress.*
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*Gene can't help his bruised face from flushing red as Sam tugs his fly down and tends to his trousers. Sam is gentle and caring, and the touches swirl up a host of confused emotions in his heart. It hurts and it's humiliating to the upmost degree... But there's something else there too. Something more pleasant and almost hopeful feeling. But he's too tired to try and disentangle that emotional mess right now.

With a hiss, Gene lets Sam ease him down onto the mattress.*

Hnngh... Jesus, think I need some WD40.
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*The ambiguity of the scene isn't lost on Sam either - but without know Gene's train of thought, the next thing that flashes through his mind is Warren's comment.

"Should've gouged his heart out. It's the only way you could've had it."

A tight feeling in his chest, Sam gives Gene a sympathetic grimace, his hand trailing away from Gene's back. He begins to undo the buttons of Gene's flannel shirt - the only kind he's allowed to wear right now... he wouldn't be able to lift his arms enough to get out of a normal t-shirt, or a jumper....*

Good night's sleep in your own bed should sort you out.

*As gently as he can, Sam eases the shirt off Gene's shoulders, mindful of no touching the cuts too much.

The cuts... this is the first time Sam actually properly sees Gene's bare skin - bare apart from the dressings covering the stitches. The sight gives him pause, his eyes lingering on the swathes of white, down Gene's arms and his front... and there, the dark bruises to his side, where his rib was broken...

Realising that he hasn't moved in a few seconds, Sam continues, taking off Gene's shirt, folding and placing it at the foot end.*
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*After Sam gently pulls his shirt down over his shoulders, Gene can't help but lower his gaze, his mouth fixing itself in a grim line. He remembers it - Warren undressing him as well. But there was no hint of care behind the way Warren stripped him. It was him preparing a canvas for himself, unwrapping a present to devour, nothing more. And that knife, slipping through the fabric of his clothes so easily...

Sam's pause makes Gene look up once more though. His eyes catch the way that Sam's staring, roaming the bandages and the gauze, the bruises and the long lines of white striped down his torso and arms like decorations.

His body must look shocking, he knows. His emotional state feels just as wrecked.

Sam comes back to life again, finishing the task. And Gene swallows the lump in his throat.*

A-Alright...?
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*Shit, of course Gene noticed his hesitation... Sam bites his lips, cursing himself for not being able to not let his shock and sorrow show. It's the last thing Gene needs right now...

So Sam hurries to say*

Yeah, fine.

*That Gene would even have to ask... Stupid, stupid. Sam's supposed to be the strong one now.

He picks up Gene's pajama top, shaking it out a bit before undoing the buttons, then, almost automatically, gently taking Gene's arm and sliding it into the matching sleeve.*

You? Tell me if you need a break...

*It's a good thing the dressing won't have to be changed until the next morning at least...*
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*Gene winces as he tries to help raise his arm for Sam - he's so stiff he can barely move.*

Naah, we're on the last lap now... I just wanna flop into bed and not wake up for at least a fortnight.
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*Sam doesn't miss that wince, and so he tries to hurry the procedure up without hurting Gene further.*

That can be arranged, I'm sure.

*Sam maneouvres Gene's other arm into its corresponding sleeve, then moves to button up the top - though he stops short. Thinking about it... Sam looks up at Gene.*

You want this open? Might feel nice to get some air on the bandages...
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*Gene looks down at himself - that sore stripe down his front, the mottled bruising... And yeah. Yeah, actually. That might be helpful. He's stuck between feeling too confined and too exposed, so this is a good compromise.*

Go on then. Stop me feeling so bound up like a fresh sausage.
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*A relieved smile flashes across Sam's face - he's glad Gene agreed...

Only one thing left to do now. Sam reaches up, grabbing the PJ trousers. This shouldn't be too hard... And indeed, getting Gene's legs in isn't difficult, but then they reach the point where Gene has to lever himself up slightly for Sam to finish the job.

Sam looks up again, hesitating for a moment before saying*

Right, just need you to get up an inch or so...
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Right....

*An inch or so... He can do this..

Gritting his teeth he transfers his remaining strength into his legs and pushes up with energy he doesn't have. One hand placed precariously on the bed behind him and his arm trembling with tiredness, he keeps himself there for a moment to allow Sam to finish.*
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*As soon as Gene's muscles tense, Sam springs to action. He's got the trousers pulled up within less than a second, his hands sliding up to Gene's hips and encouraging him to sit down again - and more yet, to lie down properly.*

Alright, all sorted. You're alright...
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*Gene blows out a shaky breath as he eases himself back down again. Jesus, to be like this in front of Sam... It completely shifts the power balance. Instead of feeling like they're on the same level, Gene feels damaged. Dependent. Like he's suddenly half the man he was. It's not a good feeling.*

Keep tellin' me that and it might come true!

*Body giving up from sheer lethargy, Gene starts manouvering himself into bed, his brain screaming out for rest.*
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*It's obvious just how difficult this is for Gene, and not just physically. Sam doesn't respond immediately, instead focusing on helping Gene lie down, supporting his back with his arm.

Once his DCI is lying down properly, Sam moves quickly to pull the duvet up and over him - not too high up, so he doesn't get too hot...

And it's only then that he murmurs*

You will be. I know it doesn't look like it now, but... You'll be alright.

*Sam glances at his watch - barely half 7pm...*

Do you want me to stay up 'ere? I'd just go downstairs to grab a book.

*And the radio from his, the guest room, so Gene's got some soothing music playing...*
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*He'll be alright... Sam says so. And in his tired mind that makes some kind of sense. Even though he feels exhausted and sore, his stitches pulling as he lays back... And there's his stomach, churning away, trying valiantly to absorb any goodness it can from his earlier meal.

It takes a moment for Gene to realise what Sam means when he speaks next - but then he gets it. Sam's offering to stay upstairs within earshot.

It hurts to admit it, but Gene rather likes that idea...*

S'not too early f'r you...?
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*Sam shakes his head, answering earnestly*

Not at all. I'll just read.

*It's not like he does much else when he's at his flat - staring at the telly, listening to the radio, trying to sleep to get on to the next day... this will be nice, really. Reading, while there's soft music playing on the radio, knowing he's helping Gene sleep soundly...*
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*It feels weird to ask... To actually have to say the words. But Sam's offered, and Gene really doesn't want to feel isolated...

Clearly feeling awkward about it, Gene closes his eyes and murmurs. This way he won't be able to tell whether Sam's twigged his embarrassment.*

.... If s'alright with you then I'm not complaining.
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*It's a shame that Gene doesn't see the smile that blooms on Sam's face - small, but honestly relieved and delighted.*

Alright. I'll be right back.

*Sam leaves Gene's room and makes his way downstairs quickly (as quickly as his bad leg permits, anyway), grabbing first a new file from his stack, then one of the books from Gene's bookshelf he hasn't already read. Next, he makes sure that everything in the downstairs are is in order - that the front and back door are locked - before making his way back up. He drops his little parcel on his bed, then picks up the radio that's been sitting next to his bed for the last few weeks. Armed thus, Sam finally walks back over to Gene's room, setting the radio down on the little bedside table and starting to look for a power plug.*

I'll be in my room - within earshot, as you know. Anything you need, you call me.
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*with the reassurance of knowing that Sam's coming back, Gene lets himself start to drift off before Sam even returns. It's awkward, having to lie on his back like a plank... But he's tired enough to just make do.

He opens his eyes again sleepily as Sam comes back, and he sees the little radio in his arms.

God, Sam's doing such a good job. How did he remember...?

Words slurred and thin with sleep, Gene murmurs.*

I'll... Gi' you a yell...
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*Hearing Gene's content sleepy voice sets of a flurry of warm fuzzy feelings in Sam's chest, and once he's plugged the radio in, he comes back up with a smile on his face. Gene's eyes are closed already... he'll probably be asleep within minutes.

Good. Gene needs to rest, more than anything else.

Sam switches the radio on, turning the volume down so that the music is a quiet backdrop. Then, he leans down and gently pulls Gene's duvet up a little bit further, covering him up properly. Sam doesn't want him to feel cold after all...

And finally, straightening up again, Sam remains where he is for a few seconds longer, simply observing Gene's face. The bruises are still dark and intense, the cut across his cheek covered in gauze. But for now, it seems that at least some of the pain is receding as he falls asleep.

Sam takes a breath, reaching out and gently brushing his fingers through Gene's hair.*

*quietly* Good night.

*Sam switches off the lamp on Gene's nightstand, then leaves the room, treading softly. He switches off the light in the hallway as well, figuring that Gene will sleep better if there isn't too much light filtering into the room. Back in his, the guest room, Sam settles down on the bed, picking up a file. He'll stay up for a few more hours, just in case...*
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*Gene drifts off easily in Sam's presence, the sound of the radio being switched on almost lulling him into unconsciousness. He's in company, soft music playing, being looked after... He can't really ask for much more than that. However frustrated he is, he has to acknowledge the good things...

And so, soothed by everything Sam's done, Gene slips off into a peaceful sleep. He doesn't really register Sam's soft farewell or the fingers in his hair - not consciously anyway. But something inside him does notice and glows with warmth at the feeling.

It's a good while later when Gene starts to stir - four hours at least. In sleep, Gene's body doesn't pay attention to the doctors orders. He twitches, moves... Slips down the bed a little, half turns over... He wriggles, slipping the blanket up further, like he would do if he wasn't injured. Little by little the sporadic dreams toss Gene further into a tangled mess on the bed, the duvet wrapping him tight... *
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*Sam doesn't stay awake for very long either; it's been an exhausting day, helping Gene get everywhere, helping him do nearly everything. The muscles in his entire body are twinging already, and it's making Sam dread what it's going to be like during the next few days.

But then, Gene has it worse. Sam can endure a bit of muscle pain, if it means he's making Gene's life easier.

So by the time Gene begins to get tangled up in his duvet, Sam as well is asleep, the house dipped in darkness. Tired as he was, Sam doesn't rouse, even as the sounds of rustling and Gene moving about begin to drift over to his room.*
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*in his world of sleep, Gene doesn't realise what's happening. What the duvet's doing as he moves about. But as he shifts, he starts to feel something. Something familiar and terrifying. His arm feels stuck, trapped at the wrist. He tugs but nothing happens. Around him is only darkness, the faint texture of hessian. His ribs hurt.

In his ears a voice echoes... The sound of a camera... He swallows but something's around his neck, tight and restricting. And as he moves against it, it tightens...

Oh god... Is he... Is he back...?

Fear starts to bubble up inside his stomach, increasing with every panicked movement. Both arms are trapped now, thick rope sawing into his skin as he pulls frantically.

A sharp pain hits him right between the collarbones, and it knocks the breath from him. He can't breathe - his lungs are burning, straining... But nothing's happening...!

The knife digs in and drags downward.

Gene's arm shoots out and hits something, hard. There's a sudden blast of music, a crash...

He's smashed his arm and the blankets right into the bedside table, sending the glass of water and the radio there tumbling loudly to the floor.

Despite the noise, Gene doesn't wake up - but the sound was loud enough to travel down the hallway... *
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*The crash does it. Sam wakes up with a gasp, eyes flying open and heart racing. What--?!

He's disorientated for a moment - everything is dark, he isn't in his rickety bed, and there's sounds coming from somewhere--

Then he remembers. He's in Gene's house, in the guest room. And the crash came from... Gene's room...

Gene.

Sam shoots up and out of the bed, stumbling out into the hallway and barely managing to turn on the light before making it into Gene's room.*

Gene--!

*His hand fumbles for the light switch - there.

The scene that presents itself to Sam's wide eyes is chaotic. The radio is gone from the nightstand, the glass has rolled off, leaving a large wet stain on the carpet. The duvet is half on the floor, half tangled around Gene. And Gene himself...

The sight of Gene nearly takes Sam's breath away. He's still asleep, but clearly caught in a horrible nightmare - his face a grimace of panic and fear, pale, glistening with sweat - Sam's never seen Gene like this before. Not even back in that basement...*

*breathes* Jesus, shit...!

*Sam finally moves, rushes to Gene's side. He's hopelessly caught up in the blankets, Sam can't unravel it easily, so first and foremost, he needs to wake Gene up and calm him down.*

Gene-- Gene!

*For a second, Sam hovers uncertainly, but then his need to do something, to help, wins over, and he grasps Gene's face with both his hands, trying to hold him still.*

Gene, wake up - you have to wake up! It's just a dream, it's-- it isn't real, you hear me?! Gene!!
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*The first thing Gene's aware of is the feeling of hands on his face. Warren's hands. Warm, slick hands covered in his own blood. The crooning voice making his insides twist.

"Wake up... You have to wake up. I need you awake for this. You hear me? Gene..."

Heart beating hard in his throat, Gene tries to turn his face away, but the hands hold him still. The collar bites into his neck. It feels like the walls are closing in on him, trapping him, threatening to squeeze him into nothing, sucking all the air out of the room...

With a gasp, Gene manages to expell a huff of air - a desperate breath.*

Don't.... Don't do it...!

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*Sam's heart hurts as he hears the words, and even more so, the tone of Gene's voice. He's scared... Absolutely desperate... There's no question what he's dreaming about.

He needs to do something... He needs to get Gene out of this...!!

Willing himself not to panic even further, Sam takes a breath, keeping his hands firmly on Gene's cheeks, and speaks with as clear a voice as he can muster. *

Gene, it's Sam. You're okay, you're dreaming - you just have to wake up. Do you hear? It's just a dream, Gene, trust me, it's just a dream.

*Maybe he should just slap Gene into awareness, but Sam doesn't have the heart to do it, not when he knows that even before Warren's torture, Gene was mistreated...*
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*Oh god, oh god... The hands are still there, firmly holding him in place. He grits his teeth, preparing for the next round of cuts and torment...

But the voice slowly starts to morph.

"Gene, wake up... It's just a dream..."

But it's not, is it! It's real and it's here and it's now. The ropes are clinging to him, restricting him... There's a deep throbbing cut down his whole front, down his arms... Warren's right there, and telling him it's just a dream isn't going to stop the fatal blow from coming...

But then he catches one word. The one word that could spring him out of this.

Sam.

"It's just a dream."

All of a sudden, Gene feels himself falling. Like he's just plummeted through the floor. His upper body flies up, rigid. Light stabs into his eyes like knives as they fly open, his breath coming in a deep, ragged gasp.

The ropes are now just ghosts, but they're still there. The cage bars are replaced by his own wallpaper, but they're no less present. Warren's cruel sneer is now Sam's worried face....

Awake but unable to believe he's safe, Gene stares at Sam in utter panic, heart pounding and lungs working hard.*
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*Sam's breath catches as Gene's eyes fly open, as he gives that long and ragged gasp, like he's drowning - as he sits up--!

No, God no, he'll rip the stitches--!!

Too many things are happening at once, Gene nearly having headbutted Sam, both of them breathing too hard and too fast after this shock, and Gene's eyes - huge, pupils blown, panicked like nothing Sam's seen before.

For one horrible moment, Sam has no idea what to do.

His body decides for him. Sam's hand slides up, stroking through Gene's hair again and again. Gene needs to calm, to realise he's safe...! Sam leans in slightly, to make sure Gene really can see him, trying to catch his gaze. His hand keeps stroking, shaking ever so slightly.*

Shhhh, alright, alright... You're okay, Gene, you're alright, it was just a dream, just... Just a dream. You're okay, you're safe... You're with me, Sam.

Do you hear...?
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*Gene can't see Sam at first - the light blinds him, disorientates him.

Sam's hands card through his hair and slowly something inside Gene begins to realise what's happening. These touches feel different to Warren - there's a gentleness behind them... A sense of caring and protectiveness.

He tries to reach out - to grab onto Sam to make sure it's really him... But his arms can't move. There's something wrapped tightly around him... Something restricting... Something that sends shots of pain down Gene's arms when he tries to push against it...

Involuntarily, Gene's body begins to tremble slightly.*

What... What...??
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*Sam thinks he's getting through to Gene - but then, he notices the twitch as Gene tries to move and fails... And before Sam knows it, he can feel tremors beginning to run through Gene's body.

Shit, no... He has to stop Gene panicking...!

One quick glance tells Sam that Gene has managed to get so tangled in the blanket that it's practically wrapped around him tightly, restricting his movements.

Fighting to keep his voice calm, Sam presses his hand a bit more firmly against Gene's cheek, his fingers stroking over his skin.*

Don't worry, it's just the blanket - you've gotten yourself tangled up. I'll get it off you in a moment, alright? You're okay, you're at home. Nothing here but me and your bed.

*Keeping eye contact with Gene (though it looks like he can't really see Sam...), Sam shifts, leaning in and starting to fumble for one of the duvet's corners. He needs to get this off Gene, or he won't calm down... Sam keeps talking while he searches, to make sure Gene understands it's Sam who's talking, and not... Someone else. *

You're proper tangled... But I'll get it off you. Okay? Just stay still and give me a moment, and we'll get you out of this...

*While he speaks, Sam finally manages to find one of the edges and begins to unravel it, having to pull with some force to get it out from underneath Gene.*
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*Chest heaving, Gene stares through Sam. He's trapped half in reality and half in his nightmare world. But then his eyes shift - they focus.

Suddenly Sam is visible. Gene can see him. And around him the bonds start shifting. Whatever is constricting him starts to loosen.

Disorientated and fearful, Gene gasps.*

Wh-what... What's happened??
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*Sam thinks he can see it - the moment Gene finally finds back to reality. The relief shows on Sam's face clearly, even as he continues to unwrap the duvet from around Gene's body.*

You had a nightmare, from the looks of it. Got caught up in your duvet. See?

*Sam holds up the part of it he's currently busy with, steadily freeing Gene. His heart is still beating too fast for comfort - Gene looks on edge, scared. He needs to get Gene to lie down again, before he does some serious damage to himself...

He needs Gene to be okay again...

Finally, Sam throws back the last bit of blanket, leaving Gene entirely uncovered and free to move again.*

There we go... Now you better lie back down, or you'll be feeling this in the morning...

*He's going to feel it anyway, Sam knows, but right now, reassuring Gene is his top priority. So Sam wraps his free arm around Gene's back, trying to gently coax him to lie back down on the mattress.*
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*A nightmare... Was it really...

... But it felt so real...

He blinks, frowning as he feels the duvet shift away from his body. Disbelieving, he looks down at himself. At the open shirt, the thick padded line of white stuck down his front.

It... Really was a dream...

And as that reality starts to sink in, so does the realisation that hes sitting up. Using muscles he shouldn't.

All of a sudden he folds. Slowly he bends, his face creasing up and his back trembling against Sam's arm.

Gene still can't quite catch his breath, so his words are stuttered... *

Agh... I.. I think I'm feelin' it n-now....
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*!!

Sam didn't anticipate Gene leaning forward instead of back, but he quickly realises what's happening - and it sends a current of fear through him.

Gene is in pain. Jesus, what if the stitches ripped--!!

Gripping Gene's shoulder from behind, Sam goes with Gene's movement, still trying to provide support.*

Gene, you need to lie down, r-right now. *Shit, his voice is starting to crumble. Sam swallows against his heart beating in his throat, against the ice of dread pooling in his stomach, and wills his voice to stay strong.*

C'mon, on your side - easy does it...

*Again Sam attempts to coax Gene to lie down - knowing that he'll won't to stay curled up until the worst passes, Sam does his best to guide Gene to lie down on the side facing Sam.*
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*With a groan, Gene goes with Sam's help and rolls stiffly onto his side. The muscles down his front are screaming, spasming, and the way his heart is thudding in his chest doesn't help either.

His arm stings as he rolls onto it, but it can't be helped. He needs to stay curled up until this passes.

He closes his eyes, cursing himself for doing this. For humiliating himself once more. And for allowing that bastard to take control of his mind once more.*

Unghh...
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*Sam can feel Gene's muscles working and protesting beneath his skin - he can even feel just how hard Gene's heart is beating. He grits his teeth, helping Gene to lie down as gently as possible.*

Alright, there you go...

*Sam chews on his lip for a moment, trying to think of a good course of action. Gene needs to recover from this shock, but at the same time, Sam needs to check...

He places his hand behind Gene's shoulder, hoping that it will steady and calm Gene down a bit further, and carefully sits down on the mattress next to Gene.*

*quietly, worry clear in his voice*... You with me again?
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*Gene tries to breathe through it, Sam's hand on his shoulder something he focuses on.

Shakily, Gene nods.*

...Yeah...yeah.... Shit...

*Jesus, if he dreamt about this once.... What the hell's going to happen when he closes his eyes next? And what about the next time? And the next? It felt so real, even now he can't quite trust that he's awake.*

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*God... Gene looks like a wreck, curled up and helpless in the face of pain... Seeing him like this is enough for Sam's mind to be thrown back to a few days ago, to just after Gene had changed back. He'd been lying on the ground the same way as he was now on the mattress.

He needs to forcefully remind himself that that is in the past, and that - no matter what it may look like right now - Gene is on the road to recovery.

Keeping his voice quiet, Sam leans in closer, placing his other hand on Gene's other shoulder.*

Okay, good...

Listen, I - I need to check your stitches. See if everything's still... the way it's supposed to be.

*Gene won't want to move... but Sam still needs to insist. If anything's happened, they need to get to the hospital as soon as possible...*
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*his stitches? That involves uncurling, and he's not about to do that. Not until his chest and abdomen stop throbbing...*

S'fine... S'fine, y'don't... Don't need to.
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*Sam grits his teeth - he understands why Gene doesn't want him to do it. It's obvious how much pain he's in right now.

But that is exactly why he needs to check...*

No, I do. If something's gone wrong, the pain won't get better.

*He squeezes Gene's shoulder for a moment.*

... Please. I won't take longer than I need to, I promise.
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*Through gritted teeth, Gene hisses out a defeated sigh. Sam isn't going to take no for an answer, is he...

And he's being... Oddly patient... Caring beyond what Gene'd ever have thought when they first met. Sam wants so badly to help... And Gene knows that he really should let him. If anything really did go wrong...*

.... Fine.... Fine...

*swallowing hard, Gene starts to relax - to open up a little, allowing Sam to see...*
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*Relief is audible in his voice when Sam mutters, his hand still on Gene's shoulder*

Good man...

*He reaches out to switch on the bedside lamp (luckily Gene didn't push that one over), then leans in to have a good look at the line of gauze down Gene's front.*

*Not wanting Gene to go any further than is really necessary, Sam quickly says* Thats fine, I can see it...

*Sam traces the line with his fingers - light as a feather, making sure Gene won't feel it. God, he hopes his worries will prove to he unfounded...

... But no, there it is. Sam spots a fleck of red, at the base of Gene's ribs. His face falls, and he looks up, speechless for a moment.

Then he catches himself, quietly saying*

... I'll need to remove the gauze. There's... *he swallows - he has to keep Gene from panicking, but...*... There's a bit of blood. Not much, so I don't think it's serious, but... We need to make sure.
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*Gene can feel his own pulse beating away in his own neck as Sam traces the line down his front. It'll be okay... And then he can relax... Try to just ride this out and recover. Try to get his hands to stop trembling.

But then Sam stops. And that sets all Gene's alarms off again.

"I'll need to remove the gauze"...

... Oh Jesus... What's happened...??

Voice thin again, Gene stutters.*

Did I r-rip it??
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*Shit, Gene is panicking... Sam can practically feel the tremors running through him...

Fighting to keep his composure, Sam shakes his head.*

I don't know yet - I have to check. But...

*Sam looks again - the stain isn't that big...*

... there isn't much blood, so it should be fine.

I'll go grab fresh bandages from the bathroom, and then we'll get this over with. Alright?
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*there isn't much blood. It must just be a pulled stitch... It's nothing, it must be nothing...*

Okay... Okay...

*He shudders at the thought of the bandages coming off... But after that, hopefully it'll be alright. He'll be okay... *
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Okay. I won't be long.

*Sam's hand lingers, sliding up and through Gene's hair before he gets up and walks over to the bathroom, as quickly as his leg allows. Luckily he doesn't have to search long; the hospital gave them everything they need for changing the dressing, and Sam made sure to place it in plain sight.

He grabs the little bag and makes his way back to Gene's room, placing his hand on his shoulder once more. Gene won't like what he's about to ask, but he has to...*

Do you think you're able to lie on your back for me...?
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*In those few minutes where Sam's gone, Gene takes a few deep breaths, steadying his nerves. The pain has dulled a little now, but it's the psychological scars that are refusing to pipe down. The memories, and the fresh feeling of having been back there in that basement. It's making his body rigid and hard to move.

And then Sam's back, thank God. And what he asks isn't welcome, but the fact that he's even here trying to help is enough to make Gene comply. With a reluctant grunt, Gene rolls onto his back. It hurts and everything in him is trying to persuade him to curl back up, but he tries his best.*
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*Sam moves quickly, trying to provide Gene with at least some support as he rolls over.*

That's perfect.

*Placing the bag on the bed next to Gene, Sam leans over him once more. First he needs to remove the gauze that's in place already... The blood spots seem to have grown slightly, but not in a way that suggests there's a lot of bleeding... Hopefully that will prove to be the case.*

Okay, I'll have to get this off you first...

*Sam starts peeling the gauze off Gene's skin, as gently as he possibly can. After an inch or so, however, he hesitates. This is the first time he'll see the wounds after... After it happened. The stitches are already visible, the pink, vulnerable skin... This is what Warren saw, what he caused...*
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