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| Cold Business; Gene's day gone wrong | |
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| Topic Started: Jun 22 2013, 09:20 PM (1,246 Views) | |
| Sam Tyler | Jun 22 2013, 09:20 PM Post #1 |
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*Sam is cursing as he drives to the outskirts of Manchester. So he doesn't turn up on time one bloody day (nightmares had kept him up way late, and then he hadn't heard his alarm going off), and when he does get into CID, Gene isn't there. Chris informed him that their DCI had gone out alone to investigate an old factory building just outside of the city, and would probably return "soon-ish". So Sam busied himself with paperwork, until he realized it was well past noon, and Gene still wasn't back. He's learned to listen to his gut feeling by now, and at that moment his gut feeling was telling him something was wrong. That feeling got stronger when Gene didn't answer the radio call. Now, Sam is very nearly there, he can see the Cortina parked in front of the building - so at least he's in the right place. But if Gene is still there, why hasn't he come out yet? And if he isn't inside, where has he gone...? Sam pulls up next to the Cortina, and gets out of the car, his gaze focused on the building, looking for an accessible entrance.* ~~~ A few hours earlier... *Three men are standing in the middle of a room deep inside the factory building, arguing amongst each other. It's cold in here, so their breath puffs up in a constrant stream of clouds as they talk, discussing something heatedly. Little do they know that soon, they will be interrupted....* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 17 2013, 08:36 PM Post #101 |
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*seeing how much Gene is struggling, Sam reaches out with his second hand as well to steady him* There we go, easy does it... *leads Gene away from the car, towards the front door. Seeing Gene grip his chest like that sends a jolt through his own body, and for a moment he fears Gene's having a heart attack from the exertion. Doing his best to not let it show, he keeps his voice steady and efficient-sounding* Wait till we reach your bed, eh? That's softer, and a lot warmer too. Now... Keys. Where are the keys, Guv? |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 17 2013, 09:51 PM Post #102 |
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*Coughs and leans slightly against Sam as they approach the door* S'the... S'the big bronze one... On the keyring with the C-Cortina key. *lets go of his chest to grab at the brick of the doorway, closing his eyes and dipping his head with tiredness* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 18 2013, 07:37 AM Post #103 |
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In your coat? *starts to pat down Gene's coat in search of the keys, careful not to upset his bruises. A sudden thought occurs to him - if he left the keys in the Cortina... but now, Gene wouldn't do that, definitely not. He's bound to still have them... After a bit of searching, Sam finally manages to produce the keys and unlocks the door.* There we go. Home, sweet home. *navigates Gene into the house, towards the staircase* D'you think you're gonna make it up there, Guv? *glances up - if he has to carry Gene up there... oh dear... But he needs a proper, comfortable bed to lie down on, not just a sofa...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 18 2013, 10:03 AM Post #104 |
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*Raises his head to look up the stairs, a sinking feeling in his stomach. That's.... farther than he remembers...* *gulps, tonsils sore and uncomfortable. He's not going to make it. It's hard enough to put one leg in front of the other as it is, let alone push himself up a flight of stairs. He huffs out an embarrassed breath, looking off and down to the side, avoiding Sam's gaze. Hopefully Sam'll interpret his silence as the embarrassed admission that it is.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 18 2013, 11:48 AM Post #105 |
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*looks at Gene* ........ *Right.* Right, okay. *gently steers Gene around, towards the living room. Sam's already made up his mind: He'll settle Gene on the sofa for the first few hours, till he's eaten something and had a bit of sleep. He'll have to wake him up again in any case, and maybe then Gene will feel better, and he'll be able to get up those stairs. Sam knows his limits, and he knows that there will be no-one to look after Gene if he falls down the stairs and breaks his neck, trying to carry his Guv up there. A few moments and a bit of shuffling later, Sam eases Gene down onto the sofa, and straightens up with a small grunt. Gene is heavy.* Okay. I'll get you blankets and pillows. *even while he talks, he gathers together all the cussions he can spot, to build a makeshift backrest for Gene. He shouldn't lie down flat on his back after all...* Be right back. *he raises a finger, as if to say 'don't move!' and hurries out of the room, up the stairs, taking two steps at once. He doesn't even stop to notice just what sort of state the bedroom is in, he simply grabs Gene's blanket and the big pillow from the bed, and makes his way back downstairs. If he needs to, he'll search the house for another blanket later, but for now this will have to do...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 18 2013, 01:38 PM Post #106 |
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*grumpily lets Sam plop him down on the sofa and shove cushions around him, making a face of complete misery - he wishes he'd had the strength not to humiliate himself with the stairs just now... But then he finds himself relaxing, leaning back against the cushions - a lot softer than the hard chair he'd spent the previous five and a bit hours tied to. And he's able to spread his legs out, fold his arms over himself.... Suddenly he's extremely comfy. And with comfy comes drowzy. As Sam runs upstairs, Gene closes his eyes again and rests his head awkwardly on the nearest cushion, coughing to clear his throat. He's aware of Sam's footsteps descending the stairs a few seconds later, and Gene murmurs as he senses Sam enter the room* Y'can c-calm down.... M'not gonna cop it... |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 18 2013, 02:06 PM Post #107 |
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*moves in to prop up Gene's back ever so slightly and slide one final pillow behind his head, so that he can lie even more comfortably.* Says the man who only just didn't get up a flight of stairs. *however, there's no malice in Sam's words as he pats Gene's shoulder lightly. He reaches over to pick up the blanket he'd dropped on another chair before, and now drapes it over Gene, tugging the edges up and close towards his body, hoping that it will help warm him up. With another pat to Gene's shoulder, Sam straightens up again* Need anythin' else for now? If not, I'll go get the things from the car and put on the kettle. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 18 2013, 04:25 PM Post #108 |
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*Gene sinks as far backwards into the cushions and pillows as he can, letting Sam fuss and tuck the blankets around him as much as he wants. Despite the chills racking Gene's body, the blanket arranged around him makes him feel warmed. Gene hadn't really imagined Sam having to look after someone before, let alone him(!) but so far, Sam's doing a damn good job. His thoughts are interrupted by Sam's question, and Gene clears his throat once more, thinking and assessing how his body feels* *coughs, aiming it away from Sam* Uhn..... Should be some p-paracetamol... in the kitchen cupboard. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 18 2013, 04:33 PM Post #109 |
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*Well, Gene, what do you imagine Sam did whenever his mum was ill? Sam prides himself in being a very decent caretaker, thank you very much. He's as thorough with it as he is with everything he touches or does. He nods - of course, paracetamol should do wonders...* Right. *with one more glance at Gene, he makes his way into the kitchen, and is presented with the fact that there's more than just one cupboard. Still, he doesn't complain, methodically searching through them, and it doesn't take him long to find the package. While he's there, Sam fills a kettle with water and puts it on the stove to boil, then moves back to the living room, taking both the meds and a glass of water with him.* 'ere. Tea's gonna take a little while. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 18 2013, 06:24 PM Post #110 |
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*Oh, Gene doesn't doubt that Sam looked after him mum... He's just never really paid it much thought. Just like he's never really assumed he'd get ill like this. Gene takes the pills gladly, wrestling his hands out of the blanket they were tucked under. He tosses the pills down his throat and follows them up by draining the entire glass. With a gasp, he breaks off and catches his breath, holding the empty cup up. Jesus, he's thirsty. And hungry. Hopefully the tea and soup'll take care of both of those things. And speaking of tea - Sam's made the odd comment in the past about how much sugar Gene puts in his brew... But right now, Gene wants it as sugary and comforting as possible.* 'Kay. ..... Three sugars? *tries to exude as much charm as he can in his current state* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 18 2013, 07:07 PM Post #111 |
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*Sam takes the glass from Gene, feeling a pang of worry as Gene gasps, and his hand twitches as though he wants to pat Gene's back. Then, he laughs as he sees Gene's puppy dog eyes.* Sure, you big baby. *without waiting for a reply, Sam turns and heads back to the kitchen. The water isn't boiling yet, so he grabs the keys off the counter and quickly nips out to the car, retrieving the groceries. That reminds him - he'll have to somehow get the Cortina from that building... Gene would never forgive him if something happened to it. By the time Sam is back inside, he can hear the water boil. Setting the kettle off the stove and putting the tea bags in to brew, he then busies himself with putting away the vegetables he won't be needing to cook, and starts looking for the tools he'll need. A few minutes later, he returns to the living room, holding a steaming cup of tea in his hand.* There you go, Guv. Three sugars. *gives Gene his little triangular grin* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 18 2013, 08:58 PM Post #112 |
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*opens his eyes as Sam stands in front of him. Lifting his head slightly, Gene groggily focuses on Sam's face. It seems like every time Sam leaves him alone, his eyes droop and he starts to nod off. But the tea smells delicious, and Sam's little grin looks so appealing... He needs to stay awake just a while longer. His hands are still trembly when he tries to take the mug, but thankfully it's not filled so much that the jolting spills it. Feeling like a sick child, Gene cradles the tea to his chest like a cup of hot chocolate.* You're lookin'... Altogether too ch-cheery right now. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 18 2013, 09:08 PM Post #113 |
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*the smile remains on his face* Thought I'd make up a bit for the crap day you've had so far. Now, *claps his hands together in a busy manner* if you need anything, I'll be in the kitchen. Soup should be done in... an hour or so. Oh, and I'll bring you more tea in a little bit, alright? *To be perfectly honest, Gene really does look like a little child at the moment, and it's so bloody endearing, Sam has to stop short of ruffling Gene's hair.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 18 2013, 10:08 PM Post #114 |
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*Sam's happy enthusiasm SHOULD be irritating as hell. And on any other day, it would be. But Gene's feeling so safe and warm and cared for right now that he can't help a reluctant smile twitching at the edges of his lips. He feels sick and shivery and so so sore.... But Sam's bringing him tea and soup, and... <3* *sips at his tea slowly* *satisfied, Gene rasps wryly* Cheers, M-Mum. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 18 2013, 10:23 PM Post #115 |
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*gives a light chuckle before walking out of the living room, into the kitchen. For the next one and a half hours, Sam busies himself with making the most delicious chicken soup he has made in his life. Having bought all the necessary herbs before as well, he makes a big pot full of soup, so that Gene can eat more than just one plate, should he want to. And besides, by now Sam's belly is rumbling as well, and he'll be happy to eat along with Gene. He bought bread as well, and so after those one and a half hours Sam slowly walks into the living room, carefully balancing a tray which holds Gene's plate along with several slices of bread.* Dinner's... ready...! |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 18 2013, 11:04 PM Post #116 |
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*Alone once Sam leaves the room, Gene closes his eyes and continues to sip at his tea contentedly. His tonsils are swollen and his throat's raw, and he's not sure whether the heat from the tea's helping or not, but he's finally beginning to relax after the events earlier on. As time ticks away, Gene's eyelids grow heavier and heavier and the pain from his bruised face and abdomen fade away until the darkness has him and he's dozing peacefully somewhere between asleep and awake. When Sam rouses him, Gene's dropped the empty mug onto the floor, his hand long since gone limp. Woken suddenly by Sam's voice, he starts a little and blinks against the light* Wha'...? *shivers, rubbing at an eye* Already? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 18 2013, 11:11 PM Post #117 |
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Whoa, sorry. *sets the tray down on the little table next to the sofa, picking up the empty mug as he straightens back up again. Now the worry for Gene has been rekindled... but despite that, he manages a little smile.* It's been over an hour, Guv. Hope you're still hungry. *examines Gene's face for a moment before picking up the tray, ready to set it down on Gene's lap* You know, something cool to your face might help... |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 18 2013, 11:52 PM Post #118 |
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*pushes himself up a little bit, the blanket falling from his shoulders to pool in his lap* An hour...? B-bloody hell. *rubs at his forehead, noticing the damp there. Maybe something cool would help... But not before he's had his food. Because just the sight of it's making his stomach cramp painfully. And it smells so good.....* What, y'got a f-flannel or somethin'? *holds out his hands, ready for the tray* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 19 2013, 11:40 AM Post #119 |
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*picks up the tray again and carefully places it on Gene's lap, taking care so that no soup spills over and that he's still comfortable while eating.* I can fetch one, if you want it. Should be up in the bathroom, yeah? Oh, and *nods at the tray* don't eat too fast, or you'll get in troubles. 's hot, and you haven't eaten properly the whole day. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 19 2013, 01:54 PM Post #120 |
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Yeah. Ignore the state of the bathroom.... *He's pretty sure the tissues he was sneezing into all last night are still lying around somewhere up there...* *Gene's stomach lets out a loud, pained rumble as the tray's settled on his lap, the smell of the soup making his mouth water* And yeah, yeah... I know... how to eat, t-taa very much. Been doin' it since I was b-born. *picks up a slice of bread and dunks it in, trying not to burn his fingers* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 19 2013, 02:24 PM Post #121 |
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*gives Gene a little smile in response and pats his shoulder as he walks past, out of the living room. Funny, how it's easier to accept Gene's jibes when he knows that his Guv is entirely out of commission. Making his way upstairs and into the bathroom, Sam reflects that it's not even too bad, looking after him. Though maybe he should wait with this assessement until Gene has had some sleep... Sam stops short by the door of the bathroom, both eyebrows raised at the masses of tissues decorating the floor. After a few seconds, he gives a little sigh and steps inside, picking up a small dustbin on his way. One by one, picking them up by their very edges, Sam clears the floor of the tissues. He simply can't help it, he can't stand that much chaos. Besides, it's unhygienic. Finally, he washes his hands quickly and soon finds a small flannel, which he soaks in cold water. Armed with that plus a small tub filled with more water, he makes his way back downstairs and into the living room.* Alright? How is it? *he wouldn't admit it, but he's actually eager to know how Gene likes his cooking - though he probably can't taste anything at all at the moment... Still though.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 19 2013, 03:08 PM Post #122 |
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*Gene has to wait a couple of minutes for the soup to cool, but finally he can take a bite of the chicken-soaked bread without hurting himself. And oh god, it's delicious. His throat burns a little in protest, but the food settles in his stomach comfortingly. By the time Sam's come back, Gene's eating quickly, practically drinking the stuff out of the bowl. He swallows his mouthful and speaks, voice sounding raw but content* Should've known you were capable of outdoing five star bloody restaurants. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 19 2013, 03:26 PM Post #123 |
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*Sam sits down in a chair opposit to Gene, his eyes widening a fraction at Gene's compliment. That... he didn't expect an enthusiastic and open reaction like that. Well, it's probably due to his fever, he's already seen before how Gene's been a lot less guarded with what he's saying. Still, it's... it's nice. Very nice. Sam smiles.* Glad you like it. Should refill your batteries nicely. Oh, and if you want more, there's a whole pot waiting in the kitchen. Edited by Sam Tyler, Jul 19 2013, 03:27 PM.
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 19 2013, 04:20 PM Post #124 |
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*makes an appreciative noise as he raises the bowl up to his mouth and sips from the edge. The warmth from the soup's making him feel a little overheated, but it's calmed his trembling just enough to manage. * *smacks his lips and lowers the now almost empty bowl back to his lap* Beautiful. *realising how complimentary he's being* .... I mean... S'alright.... Maybe later. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 19 2013, 04:25 PM Post #125 |
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*that elicits a broad Tyler-grin, and Sam gives a little laugh* Right, I get it. *gets up from his chair to remove the tray from Gene's lap, setting it on the floor. Then he picks up the flannel from the edge of the tub, dunks it in water once more, and more or less unceremonially lets it fall onto Gene's forehead. That's a little reprimand for the understatement, and also a way for Sam to keep up the banter on some level, hoping it'll cheer up Gene even more* There. Perfect. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 19 2013, 05:43 PM Post #126 |
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*grunts as the flannel lands on his face with a wet smack* Agh! *grabs at it and rearranges it slightly, leaning back and closing his eyes* *mutters fondly* B-Bastard. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 19 2013, 06:14 PM Post #127 |
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*still smiling, Sam quickly moves to the kitchen to dump the dishes in the sink, and to get himself his own plate of soup. He's back in the living room in no time, armed with a tray of his own, and he sits down in the chair in front of the sofa again, so that he can watch over Gene while he eats.* I'll have to leave the 'ouse in a bit, there's things I need to arrange back at CID. Still need to tell 'em I found you, too. *pauses, then continues, cautiously* What do you want me to tell them? *More like, how much does Gene want Sam to tell them?* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 19 2013, 09:37 PM Post #128 |
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*Seeing that Sam's settling down to eat now, Gene rearranges himself slightly, sinking down into the cushions and lying down as much as he can. Swallowing and still savouring the taste, he pulls the blankets up to his chin and presses the cool flannel to his hot, damp forehead* Hmmm..... *coughs a little* ..... Tell 'em... Tell 'em m'fine. *He's worried about his team knowing what a state he's in.... How will they react knowing Gene's not invincible?* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 19 2013, 09:44 PM Post #129 |
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*looks at Gene silently for a moment* And when you don't show up at work tomorrow? What do I tell them then? *there is no malice in his words; Sam just wants to make Gene see... He understands that he doesn't want to worry the team, but at the same time... it's bleeding normal to be ill once in a while.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 19 2013, 09:58 PM Post #130 |
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*mumbles, knowing even as he says the words that it's not true* I'll be fit as a f-fiddle tomorrow.... Jus' need... bit of rest. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 19 2013, 10:15 PM Post #131 |
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*merely raises an eyebrow at that, and continues to eat his soup. He knows that Gene knows he's talking rubbish. Well... he'll have to come up with something to tell the team then, won't he. But, indeed - Gene does need rest. Which reminds Sam...* You're still comfortable on the sofa? *he hopes so - getting Gene upstairs would be... one hell of a task, to say the least.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 19 2013, 10:47 PM Post #132 |
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*nods silently, avoiding Sam's eyes. He'll need his bed eventually... But for now, Sam's downstairs and so that's where he wants to be. It's a little suspicious how quickly Sam let that first point go though, and Gene can't help wondering just what he's going to tell the others....* Don't, uh... Don't tell 'em they got the better of me from the start, eh? Tell 'em I.... g-got a few punches in? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 19 2013, 11:10 PM Post #133 |
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*Sam snorts out a little chuckle at that* 'course. Wouldn't dream of besmirching the Guv's honour. *He really does mean that. He wouldn't want to embarrass Gene in front of everyone, after all.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 19 2013, 11:33 PM Post #134 |
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Good. 'Cos... I'd 'ave done 'em all in.... If I'd seen 'em. Would've been them f-fallin' face first in the dust. *frowns and pouts, thinking back to the moment he was overpowered. It happened so quickly, and he was so useless.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 20 2013, 08:57 AM Post #135 |
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... *The way Gene says this, it makes Sam pause. He knows how much this must bother his DCI, but... Somehow, it makes Sam feel sad. He reaches out, placing one hand on Gene's shoulder and squeezing it for a moment.* I know. *puts as much conviction into those two words as he can, feeling the need to reassure Gene. No need for him to beat himself up over it as well...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 20 2013, 05:24 PM Post #136 |
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*closes his eyes again and sighs, feeling the pressure of Sam's hand on his shoulder. The way Sam responds, it sounds like he believes him.* Mmm. 'Cos I'm... Manc Lion. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 20 2013, 05:45 PM Post #137 |
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*smiles* Yeah. You're the Manc Lion. *the squeeze turns into a pat as Sam gets up from his chair, gathering up his own tray* And the Manc Lion will now go ahead and take a long lion nap while I tell our department about your heroic deeds. If you need more tea, I'll make some before I leave. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 20 2013, 08:12 PM Post #138 |
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*desperate to sleep but also rather reluctant to let Sam leave, Gene makes a childish whining sound.* *trying not to sound too needy* .... 'Ow long'll you be? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 20 2013, 08:24 PM Post #139 |
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*pauses, shooting Gene a surprised glance* Well, er... I was going to drive to CID, then take someone with me so I can pick up the Cortina. Figured you wouldn't want it to stay parked out there. So I'd say... 1 hour, give or take. *Actually, he'd probably be longer... but he as well doesn't want to leave Gene alone for too long, so he'll once again have to turn speed limits into speed recommendations.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 20 2013, 09:13 PM Post #140 |
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*huffs, knowing there's no other alternative really - he does need the Cortina back. He doesn't want to leave his baby out there all night. But he also doesn't particularly want to be left alone, again. Not like he was in that place, tied to that chair...* *reluctantly and quietly* Fine. Think y'could.... stick the t-TV on? *just for the noise... Just so the house doesn't feel so empty...* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 20 2013, 09:22 PM Post #141 |
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... *after a moment understanding dawns on Sam's face* Sure. *moves over to switch on the TV* Any particular channel? |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 20 2013, 09:41 PM Post #142 |
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*tilts his head to the side a little, resting it on the pillow by his neck. His head's still sore, and his temperature's still all up the creek....* I dunno, whatever. Somethin'... S-somethin' quiet.... *Just so there's some background noise.. Something so he doesn't feel alone again...* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 20 2013, 09:56 PM Post #143 |
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*smiles slightly* Alright. *he turns the volume down to a level where Gene will just be able to hear it, then steps away from the TV set.* I'll hurry. *with one last glance at Gene, Sam walks out of the living room, grabbing his coat on his way. Then he remembers something - he pokes his head into the kitchen, and indeed, there's a radio right there. He turns it on as well for good measure, making sure that Gene will hear the music too, as a faint background noise. Then he's out of the house and in the car, and a moment later he's speeding away, hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. He won't let Gene wait for long...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 20 2013, 11:10 PM Post #144 |
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*Gene sighs as Sam shuts the door, triggering a chesty cough afterwards. When it subsides, he sinks back into the mound of cushions and pillows and sluggishly grabs at the flannel on his forehead. He may be feeling chilly, but he knows that on the outside he's sweating - his fringe is sticking to his skin uncomfortably. He rubs the damp flannel over his face and winces when he accident touches the bruises on his face - he'd forgotten those. After a while, he relaxes enough to close his eyes again and begin to doze, lulled out of nightmares by the noise around him. As he sleeps, his fever continues to rage and his body continues to burn up, both fighting the illness and healing the bruises on his gut and cheeks. So completely exhausted after the days events, Gene's sleep becomes deep. Deep enough that he has no clue how much time passes, or how much he's slumped in the chair, his hand hanging out from under the blanket and his face slack, pale and peaceful. * |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 22 2013, 09:15 PM Post #145 |
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*Just a bit over an hour later, Sam returns, with the Cortina. He's kept explanations to a bare minimum, much to the department's annoyment. But Sam just wanted to get back to Gene as soon as possible.... And here he is avain. Quietly, he walks into the living room, eyes on Gene. He looks so peacwful... Sam is taken by a sudden wave of affection. If he hadn't found him... But no, don't think about it. Sam sits down next to Gene, carefully touching his forehead with one hand. So hot... Sam reaches for the flannel and dunks it into the little tub with water. Then he carefully, gently dabs Gene's face with it, before placing it on his forehead again.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 22 2013, 10:35 PM Post #146 |
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*Gene surfaces gradually, woken by the feeling of something wonderfully cool against his skin. The sensation moves across his face, dabbing lightly, before settling on his forehead. He screws his eyes shut and tries to stretch out a bit, but is stopped short by an abrupt ache in his middle - that damn punch in his relaxed stomach's clearly going to take a little while to settle. Lazily, Gene opens his eyes, blinks and focuses on Sam's face* Oh.... *raises a hand to rub at his eyes, accidentally dislodging the flannel as he does* Y'r back... |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 25 2013, 10:21 AM Post #147 |
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... Yeah. *catches the flannel before it can fall down entirely anx places it back on Gene's forehead. He notices how his DCI's movements are hampered... Maybe he should have a closer look at those bruises...* How're you feeling? Head alright? |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 25 2013, 11:38 AM Post #148 |
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*grunts noncommittally* If y'find my brain, post it back to me. *drops his hand a little, away from his eyes and fixes Sam with a bleary look* What d'you tell 'em? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 26 2013, 08:29 AM Post #149 |
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*The corner of Sam's mouth twitches for a moment* You were assaulted during your investigation, and you would easily 'ave overwhelmed them, but one of them snuck up to you while you were laying into another, and you were struck down with a metal pipe, from behind. Your injuries aren't too bad, but you are concussed from the blow, so I took it on me to look after you, since your wife is currently visiting her mother and absolutely can't come back for another few days. *leans back* Happy? |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 26 2013, 12:32 PM Post #150 |
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*Wow, Sam did a good job with that! If Gene wasn't feeling the effects proving otherwise, he'd almost believe Sam himself!* Yeah. That's.... Good. G-good. *tries to sit up a bit, one hand gripping the armrest and the other holding his middle* Any sign of the bastards.... that did it? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 26 2013, 01:34 PM Post #151 |
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*gives a little smile, but then immediately moves forward to help Gene sit up, pulling up the blanket again in the process, to properly tuck him in* Nothing so far... I've sent out forensics to gather evidence at the scene, maybe they left something. *pauses, looking at Gene both with concern and professional serenity* You didn't get a glimpse at them? Anything that might give them away? |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 26 2013, 02:27 PM Post #152 |
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*meets Sam's eyes for a moment, wishing he could give something useful... But he has to make do with looking away and shaking his head disappointedly* No. Blindfold was on before I could even open my soddin' eyes. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 27 2013, 07:24 PM Post #153 |
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*Instead of giving Gene an answer, Sam reaches out and gives his shoulder a squeeze, keeping his hand where it is for several seconds. He doesn't want Gene to feel guilty, or useless... He's just human, after all. But Sam doesn't know how to put that into words that Gene won't take as an insult... Finally, he pulls back, placing both hands on his knees.* D'you want anything? Tea, soup? |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 27 2013, 08:15 PM Post #154 |
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*grunts in response, irritated at himself. He should've been more alert. He was complacent and distracted. And that's not like him, usually. Of course he knows what caused it, but... Actually....* Wait. ..... They were t-talking.... |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 27 2013, 08:35 PM Post #155 |
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*Sam's been about to get up, expectin Gene to want some tea at least, but he stops immediately at his Guv's words, his attention completely focused on him.* ... What about? Edited by Sam Tyler, Jul 27 2013, 08:35 PM.
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 27 2013, 08:47 PM Post #156 |
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*Gene swallows with effort, forwning at a spot on the carpet, trying to recall. He was fairly dazed when they were talking, so he's not certain of the details...* Think it was.... The murder... I was lookin' at the crime scene... *frowns harder, certain in his words* It was them. The ones what d-did it. Weren't just opportunistic punks takin' advantage of... the empty building. They c-came back. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 27 2013, 10:38 PM Post #157 |
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*Sam's gaze is intent as he looks at Gene, silently urging him on* Why would they do that? *he's not doubting Gene's conviction, he's genuinly wondering about their motives. At the same time, his mind is whirring, going through the clues for that particular murder once more, trying to remember anything that might give away the men's identities* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 27 2013, 10:44 PM Post #158 |
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*grits his teeth and closes his eyes, frustrated* Didn't say. One of 'em was about to cough... Was makin' mistakes. Another shut 'im up. *sighs, shaking his head* S'all I got. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 27 2013, 10:53 PM Post #159 |
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Right. *reaches out once more to place his hand on Gene's shoulder.* We'll find them. The fact that they came back at all already speaks for itsepf... There must be something they need to aquire, or... *Sam trails off, lost in his thoughts. He wants to solve this as fast as posdible, for Gene's sake as well...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 27 2013, 10:59 PM Post #160 |
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*Nods, reassured by Sam's enthusiasm* Good. And then y'can nag their ears off for me. *tries to offer a small smile* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 27 2013, 11:05 PM Post #161 |
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*Sam returns the smile earnestly* Yeah, I will. They won't know what hit them. *pauses, then gives Gene a sideway-glance* Metaphorically speaking. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 27 2013, 11:12 PM Post #162 |
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*Gene's smile widens, and he relaxes back, closing his eyes. One hand reaches up to press the wet flannel more firmly against his scorching forehead and he chuckles hoarsely* And physically, when m'able to give 'em a smack... |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 28 2013, 09:17 AM Post #163 |
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*Sam gives Gene a stern look, but says nothing. Truth be told, he's sorely tempted to smack these bastards around himself. But he can't tell Gene that, can he!* Yeah, so you better concentrate on getting better soon. *he gets up from his chair, touching the flannel experimentally, and then nudging the water tub close to the sofa* I'll make some tea. Tub's here, in case the flannel dries out. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 28 2013, 09:55 AM Post #164 |
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*nods, feeling far more content than he ought to with a bruised head and a raging fever.* Y'r a pretty good nurse, Tyler. But you forgot yer uniform. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 29 2013, 07:42 AM Post #165 |
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*Already half-way out the room, Sam stops and turns back, eyesbrows raised* You want me in a uniform? |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 29 2013, 08:01 AM Post #166 |
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*... * *quickly backtracks* Errm... *rubs his head theatrically, muttering for Sam's benefit* Bloody concussion... |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 30 2013, 09:32 AM Post #167 |
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*Sam's eyebrows rise even higher for a moment, then he turns and walks into the kitchen without another word. What Gene doesn't see is the grin spreading on Sam's face as he does. A uniform, eh... Maybe, one day...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Feb 3 2014, 09:43 PM Post #168 |
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*Sam's lack of a response should concern Gene, but for now he's too tired and drained to be worrying. With the promise of tea coming, Gene lays his head back and closes his eyes, swallowing against his swollen tonsils. He lets the flannel cool his forehead, letting it stay there until it begins to reach body temperature. It's almost been enough time for the kettle to have boiled when Gene lazily plucks it off his face and drops it back in the cool water with an irritated grunt. He'll pick it up again in a second. When Sam comes back.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Feb 4 2014, 11:43 PM Post #169 |
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*It doesn't take long for Sam to make that brew, busying himself in the kitchen while he waits for the water to boil. Since he'll spend the night at Gene's, as the doctor suggested, he brought a bag from his flat with the essentials of his things... He'll help Gene upstairs later, and then make himself comfortable on the sofa. Christ, but this is actually fairly awkward. Sam shakes his head a little, finishing up the dishes before removing the tea bag from Gene's cup, dropping some sugar in it and then walking over to the living room.* 'ere you go. *extends the cup to Gene, patiently waiting for him to take it* |
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| Gene Hunt | Feb 5 2014, 11:48 PM Post #170 |
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*opens his eyes as Sam appears beside him, his gaze settling on the mug. Raising both hands, he takes it with a croak* So. S'just us for the evening, eh. *clears his throat, careful not to spill the tea* Any fun activities you picked up in Hyde? |
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| Sam Tyler | Feb 6 2014, 05:53 PM Post #171 |
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*sits down in the armchair opposite to Gene* Mh. The only fun you'll get up to is taking the trip upstairs, I think. You need to rest... And I'll 'ave a look at those bruises of yours, they looked nasty.... |
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| Gene Hunt | Feb 6 2014, 10:16 PM Post #172 |
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*snorts moodily* Don't exactly feel like a bed o'roses either. *coughs a little and then raises the mug of tea to sip at it* Suppose a game of Twister's off the table, then! |
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| Sam Tyler | Feb 6 2014, 10:31 PM Post #173 |
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*snorts and turns his head away a little, to hide the budding smile* Rest, Gene. You know the meaning of that word, don't you. *Of course Sam knows Gene wasn't being serious, but... No, seeing him weakened like this, it's still odd for Sam. He still needs to adjust to it...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Feb 6 2014, 11:02 PM Post #174 |
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*sinks into the chair a little more, his free hand grabbing for the flannel floating in the water bowl* Hmm, doesn't ring a bell... *can't help a slight smirk at himself* |
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| Sam Tyler | Feb 7 2014, 06:26 AM Post #175 |
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*mutters, with the hint of a smirk* Why doesn't that surprise me. *exhales, his face entirely straight again* I'll spend the night down 'ere. And before you call me a poof and a girl, it's to make sure you're not concussed and that you'll actually wake up tomorrow morning. *though looking at Gene, he doesn't seem concussed - sick as a dog, yes, but not concussed.* 'ow's the head anyway? |
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| Gene Hunt | Feb 7 2014, 11:30 AM Post #176 |
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*answers quickly, the word slipping out before he can try and flower it up with his Guv-like sweary poetry* Shit. *slaps the flannel back onto his forehead, making sure not to touch the large bruise hidden by his hair* That lump better not be showing. |
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| Sam Tyler | Feb 7 2014, 06:44 PM Post #177 |
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Hm... *gets up from the chair* Let me 'ave a look. You'd probably be feeling much worse with a proper concussion, but better safe than sorry, eh? *moves over to Gene, leaning over his head* Can I...? |
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| Gene Hunt | Feb 7 2014, 10:01 PM Post #178 |
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*Gene opens one eye, watching Sam hovering above him like a concerned mother hen. If he wasn't feeling so rotten he'd feel supremely touched by Sam's worry... But with the shivers and the headache and the general feeling of being ill he mostly just wants to fall asleep and wake up better.* Hmmph. Knock yerself out. |
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| Sam Tyler | Feb 7 2014, 10:52 PM Post #179 |
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*mutters to himself* I'd rather not, thanks... *gingerly, Sam reaches out to part the hair on the back of Gene's head, painfully aware of the awkwardness of the whole situation. Part of him is even wondering why on earth Gene is putting up with this... just a few months ago he'd never have tolerated Sam playing nurse for him like that. He'd have punched his face at least 5 times by now. That thought makes Sam wonder whether the hit to the head did result in something serious after all... ... but no. He makes out the bump, and it's sizeable indeed, but it doesn't look all too nasty. Sam makes to withdraw his hands, but he can't stop himself from lightly stroking down Gene's hair to put it back in its original state. Then, realising what he's doing, he pulls back as though he'd burned himself.* Er. It's... nothing serious, really. Just a bump. Pretty big one though, I'll give you that... |
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| Gene Hunt | Feb 8 2014, 07:19 PM Post #180 |
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*Gene closes his eyes as Sam moves his hair aside, holding still to let Sam check it. The lump itself doesn't particularly hurt too much as long as nothing touches it. He's ready for the dull ache as Sam examines it, but what he's not prepared for is the way Sam gently smoothes his hair back down afterwards. Such a small, tender gesture that warms Gene all over, sending a shiver down his shoulders and arms. Hoping Sam didn't notice, he opens one eye to spy on him* 'Course it is. S'nothing about me that's less than impressive. |
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| Sam Tyler | Feb 9 2014, 06:19 PM Post #181 |
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*raises his eyebrows with a little snort, heart still going a bit faster than it should* I'm not sure that's something to be particularly proud of. *makes his way back to the chair, sitting down on it and leaning back. Christ, now that the whole fuss is over, he's starting to feel somewhat exhausted as well....* |
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| Gene Hunt | Feb 9 2014, 09:59 PM Post #182 |
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*watches Sam flop back down into the chair, feeling a small stab of guilt at the tired look on his face. He raises his hand and pulls the flannel down over his eyes, letting the cool sensation wash over his fevered skin* *grunts* You can piss off if y'want. If yer sleepy, like.... |
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| Sam Tyler | Feb 9 2014, 10:26 PM Post #183 |
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What? *looks up and at Gene* No, it's fine, don't worry. And you're one to talk.... *watches Gene for several seconds - at least he can't see it, with that flannel over his eyes...* ... tell me once you want to move upstairs. Y'need a proper bed to rest in for the night. |
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| Gene Hunt | Feb 9 2014, 10:34 PM Post #184 |
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*sniffles and then coughs a little, gathering his voice to answer* I go to bed and I'll just melt like a ruddy icecube. *clears his throat, grumpily* Get rid of the duvet an' you might have yerself a deal. |
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| Sam Tyler | Feb 9 2014, 11:06 PM Post #185 |
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*frowns* You stay 'ere and you'll 'ave a knackered back and neck on top of everything else. Though we can definitely talk about the duvet, yes... *leans back again, relaxing a little. The banter is good for them both, surely...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Feb 10 2014, 11:04 PM Post #186 |
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*sighs dramatically, reaching lazily up to drag the flannel off his face again. His skin's still hot and pale, but the relief that flannel gave was lovely.* Fine. *drops it onto the chair-side table and then drinks up the rest of his tea* *breaks off as he reaches the end, clearing his throat again with a grimace* In that case a bit of shut eye might do me good... *swallows against his tonsils again uncomfortably. Not that sitting here with Sam isn't something he'd love to do for longer... But he feels hot and shivery and miserable and he just wants it to be tomorrow. He'll be better tomorrow, for sure.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Feb 21 2014, 11:05 PM Post #187 |
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*smiles wryly* Glad you agree, Guv. *Sam IS relieved though - he had feared that Gene would resist more fiercly... but the promise of a nice bed must've won him over. Sam leans forward again, pushing himself out of the chair* I'll go 'ave a look at the duvet, then. *hesitates for a moment, his eyes on the flannel. The way it's now, it's too soaked with water... It might drip onto Gene's shirt, and the sofa... He's being too fussy with this, he knows it, but Sam can't help it. He steps forward and reaches out, plucking the flannel out of Gene's hand. He dunks it in the water again, then wrings it out properly before decoratively draping it over Gene's face once again.* Stay there, like this, till I come back. Need to make sure yer room's ready to contain you. |
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| Gene Hunt | Feb 22 2014, 10:07 PM Post #188 |
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*Gene doesn't respond with anything else but a soft groan as Sam drapes the flannel over his face, savouring the renewed coolness against his skin* No four walls are up to that task. |
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| Sam Tyler | Feb 22 2014, 10:14 PM Post #189 |
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*huffs* I'm tempted to agree... but it's worth a shot anyway. *with a twinkle in his eyes, Sam walks out of the living room, leaving Gene to himself for a little while. It doesn't take long to sort out the bedroom - Sam removes the tissues that litter the floor, shakes out the covers and the pillow, and then indeed removes the duvet.... but he makes a point of looking for and indeed finding a blanket. Even if he's feverish now, Gene needs to be warm still, to help his body with the fever and everything... About ten minutes later, Sam comes back downstairs, walking right up to the backrest of the sofa and leaning in slightly, peering down at Gene.* Ready? |
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