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darker_london2010-04-23 03:53 am
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Actually kind of perfect (Julian, Godric)
Julian sat inside his hospital room in the now very familiar Robert Macgavillary Memorial Hospital. Not only did his Aunt and father work there, he had been there twice for detoxing and fighting his addiction. His surroundings were so familiar, it almost felt like he was home. He had been reminded, several times, that this was where he met Damon. And though that hurt, it was still the best place for him to be.
At least here he wouldn't kill himself.
Julian had been interviewed by an admitting psychiatrist, and since then he had mostly been left on his own, though his father had hovered around like a nervous hummingbird. Julian had spent most of his time sketching because it kept his mind off of everything. He stayed up all night drawing people, places, things. His hospital bed was littered with the drawings, and some had fluttered to the floor, making the room look like it had been inhabited by a crazy person for months.
Julian looked up when he heard a noise at the door and he saw Godric standing there. Godric was the closest thing Julian had to a boyfriend, even if he didn't feel anything beyond attraction to the other boy. He still valued Godric's friendship very highly. Godric understood addiction and many of the other issues Julian dealt with every day. He also understood wanting to die. "Hi there, Jules," Godric said with a smile. "No locked door?"
"It's not as dramatic as all that," Julian said with a small smile. "And I'm hoping it stays that way. I'm here voluntarily so...you know. And I know I wouldn't get more than three feet past the door if I did want to break out. I know the place well."
"Charming," Godric smiled. "Look at you with your drawings. Impressive."
"They keep me occupied," Julian said with a nod. "It's nice to see you."
"You too. And you don't mind that I'm here?"
"Not even a little." Godric was one of the few people Julian wouldn't mind visiting any time. Godric wouldn't judge him. "Are you wiggin' out?"
Godric smiled and he moved close to the bed, carefully avoiding stepping on any of the sketches. He sat down beside Julian, clearing a spot first. Then he rested his hand on the other boy's leg and Julian felt a spark of something inside. Camraderie, love, lust, life...he wasn't sure, butat least it was something. "I'm not wiggin' out, Julian. You asked for help when you needed it and that is...so very strong. No one can be okay all the time. And you deal with things other people can't imagine. So no, I'm not afraid for you because I know you'll be okay. I'm sad for you, and I want to help. I'm here for you. I'm not afraid."
Julian put his hand on top of Godric's, enjoying the warmth it offered. Godric turned his hand over, and their fingers folded into each other so they were sitting hand-in-hand. "Thank you," Julian whispered. This is what he needed. Godric was well used to people in crisis. He worked on a help-line and he was no stranger to crisis himself. He knew exactly how to keep his head in situations like this. It was very calming.
"You're welcome! Do you have any spare paper? I want to draw too."
Julian actually smiled then, and together the two of them spent an afternoon in near silence, sketching the hours away. Julian was not alone, and that mattered more that anything.
At least here he wouldn't kill himself.
Julian had been interviewed by an admitting psychiatrist, and since then he had mostly been left on his own, though his father had hovered around like a nervous hummingbird. Julian had spent most of his time sketching because it kept his mind off of everything. He stayed up all night drawing people, places, things. His hospital bed was littered with the drawings, and some had fluttered to the floor, making the room look like it had been inhabited by a crazy person for months.
Julian looked up when he heard a noise at the door and he saw Godric standing there. Godric was the closest thing Julian had to a boyfriend, even if he didn't feel anything beyond attraction to the other boy. He still valued Godric's friendship very highly. Godric understood addiction and many of the other issues Julian dealt with every day. He also understood wanting to die. "Hi there, Jules," Godric said with a smile. "No locked door?"
"It's not as dramatic as all that," Julian said with a small smile. "And I'm hoping it stays that way. I'm here voluntarily so...you know. And I know I wouldn't get more than three feet past the door if I did want to break out. I know the place well."
"Charming," Godric smiled. "Look at you with your drawings. Impressive."
"They keep me occupied," Julian said with a nod. "It's nice to see you."
"You too. And you don't mind that I'm here?"
"Not even a little." Godric was one of the few people Julian wouldn't mind visiting any time. Godric wouldn't judge him. "Are you wiggin' out?"
Godric smiled and he moved close to the bed, carefully avoiding stepping on any of the sketches. He sat down beside Julian, clearing a spot first. Then he rested his hand on the other boy's leg and Julian felt a spark of something inside. Camraderie, love, lust, life...he wasn't sure, butat least it was something. "I'm not wiggin' out, Julian. You asked for help when you needed it and that is...so very strong. No one can be okay all the time. And you deal with things other people can't imagine. So no, I'm not afraid for you because I know you'll be okay. I'm sad for you, and I want to help. I'm here for you. I'm not afraid."
Julian put his hand on top of Godric's, enjoying the warmth it offered. Godric turned his hand over, and their fingers folded into each other so they were sitting hand-in-hand. "Thank you," Julian whispered. This is what he needed. Godric was well used to people in crisis. He worked on a help-line and he was no stranger to crisis himself. He knew exactly how to keep his head in situations like this. It was very calming.
"You're welcome! Do you have any spare paper? I want to draw too."
Julian actually smiled then, and together the two of them spent an afternoon in near silence, sketching the hours away. Julian was not alone, and that mattered more that anything.