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faofinn · 6 months

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No. 17 "You're the lump in my throat and the knot in my chest."

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Collar | Touch Aversion | "Leave me alone."

Finn had found himself in ICU, waking up to plastic in his mouth, confused and disoriented. Everything was fuzzy and thick, but he was grateful for the soft words and gentle touches from his family beside him.

For a few days, he drifted in and out, too deep to do much more than occasionally squeeze the hand in his. It took a while for his limbs to finally be fully under his control, his feet fidgeting under his blankets. The more aware he became, the more agitated he began to be. It wasn’t unusual for him, unfortunately no stranger to ICU psychosis. It didn’t mean that it didn't hurt, though, watching the fear and distrust in Finn's eyes as they tried to comfort him.

After morning rounds, they made the decision to extubate him, already aware he'd been tubed for too long. He did well, for Finn. There was only minimal fuss while he worked out how to breathe again, only one threat of re-intubating him.

He was grateful for the peace after, pulling his blanket close, his lion tucked close to his chest.

He wasn't entirely sure where the others were, but he didn't really mind. After all, it was their fault he was in hospital, and they just made sure he stayed longer each time they spoke to his doctors.

Fao was sat with him, as he always was when he got the chance. He hated the thought of his brother being alone, even when he was sedated and on intensive care. They’d finally extubated him, which as a relief, Finn deciding he’d breathe on his own after some fuss. Now they just had to wait for him to become more aware again, and hope he coped. He looked comfortable, blankets drawn around him, lion against his chest, and Fao was relieved. He always worried about his brother being uncomfortable or in pain.

It was early afternoon when Finn stirred again, stretching out with a frustrated groan. His feet fidgeted uncomfortably, and when he finally opened his eyes, he was met with a stranger in the chair next to him. He scowled at him, but his words weren't working.

Fao lifted his head from what he was reading as Finn stirred, a scowl on his face. “Hey, Finn. You okay? Pain?”

He didn't answer, but his gaze didn't shift from Fao's. His fingers tightened on his lion, an old habit that he couldn't shake.

“It’s okay.” He soothed, recognising the look in Finn’s eyes. “You’re in ICU, it’s a bit confusing, waking up and all. Are you in pain?”

Finn instinctively tried pushing himself away from him, wincing as his entire body protested. He shook his head, hoping if he answered the man would leave.

Finn’s wince contradicted the shake of his head, and Fao frowned. “It’s okay if you are. We can get you some meds to help.”

With narrowed eyes, he nodded slowly. Maybe that wouldn't be the worst idea.

“Just need your buzzer for the nurse.” Fao murmured, standing up to look for it.

Fear flashed across his face, pulling away with a gasp. "No."

“I’m not going to hurt you, Finn.”

His panic only worsened the uncomfortable scratch in his throat, setting him off coughing. His chest heaved, but he couldn't catch his breath, each one burning and adding to the panic.

“Hey, it’s okay, you’re okay.” Fao reassured, moving closer to put a hand on Finn’s back gently. “Here, sit forward, I’ll help. You’ll feel better.”

Finn flinched from him, overbalancing on the bed. "Get off!"

Fao recoiled, pulling back. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you, Finn.”

"Get away!" His voice was raw. "Leave me alone!"

“It’s me Finn, it’s Fao. You’re safe.”

That didn't seem to matter. "Get away!"

Fao backed away, palms raised in surrender. “I’m not going to touch you, it’s okay.”

The commotion had sent nurses running to Finn's bay, clearly confused. "What's going on?"

Finn didn't take well to the new additions, all too aware he was trapped by the number of wires and tubes attached to him. His fingers grabbed at the cannula in his arm, pulling hard. Blood welled up at the wound, but he didn't care, pulling at the leads on his chest.

“Shit.” Fao muttered. He’d pushed too hard, figured Finn’s issue had been just confusion and not a complete lack of recognition, but it was obvious now. “He’s confused, didn’t recognise me at all. You’re scaring him, there’s too many people here.”

“We need to make sure he’s okay.”

“I know, but look, he’s terrified.” Fao pointed out. “Finn? It’s okay, I know you’re scared. You’re bleeding. Let me help you, yeah? Let’s stop the bleeding, you’re okay.”

"Go away!" Bloody hands fought against Fao's, trying to get off the bed as tears blurred his vision. "Leave me alone!"

"Can we get some diazepam drawn up? It'll have to be IM, yeah." The doctor spoke to the nurses by him. "And bring the crash cart just in case we need to intubate again."

“You’re okay Finn, you’re okay.” Fao tried desperately to reassure. “We’re not here to hurt you.”

Finn screamed and kicked as he was held down, fighting against everyone. He begged for someone to help, but couldn't seem to grasp that they were all trying.

“Finn, it’s okay, just relax, you’re okay. We’re helping.”

"Have we got that sedation yet?"

“Just here.” One of the nurses said, handing it to the doctor.

"Thank you. Can we hold him down? I don't fancy stabbing myself."

It broke Fao’s heart, his stomach twisting as they moved to hold his brother down as he screamed and thrashed.

"You're okay, Finn. Relax, just a sharp scratch. It's just helping, okay? We'll get you sorted." He was quick to inject it, and quicker to discard the needle. "Just relax."

It didn't take long for it to start to work, even IM. Everything started to feel heavy, the nurses and … others holding him down swimming in his vision. He couldn't figure out what was going on, and though they were talking to him, he couldn't for the life of him work out what they were saying.

He groaned, turning his head with a frown as there was another sharp scratch on his wrist, blinking at them in confusion as they flushed and secured a new cannula. He must have drifted a moment too, everyone suddenly in different places, someone clipping the leads back into place. Finn gave an unimpressed huff, attempting to bat at them in an attempt to show his displeasure. It was too difficult to focus on, and he found himself slipping once again, his stomach flipping as he jerked awake to someone placing a mask over his face. It didn’t last long, and he was soon gone again, unable to fight it.

It was a relief as he settled, finally stopping fighting. It wasn’t good for him or anyone else to fight like that, and Fao could take a moment to wash the blood off of his hands from where he’d tried to help his brother. It never got easier, the not being recognised, though thankfully it was a rarity. Finn normally recognised him above most other things, but sometimes his brain played tricks on him and there was nothing they could do about it.

Soon though, Finn decided to make more work for everyone. When was he ever straight forward? His breathing slowed and then stopped, the machines fussing and alarming as his sats sank, and the doctor ended up making the decision to intubate again. Hopefully it would only be very short term, but he needed it. Fao stood by anxiously, after having politely declined to leave the room, and it was a relief when they finally got him intubated and back on the vent. It wasn’t what anyone wanted, but it was what Finn needed. Hopefully it wouldn’t be for long. The room began to empty out and he sank back into the chair by the bed, completely drained.

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beljar · 2 years

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I have so much trouble with myself, and my own heart is in such constant agitation.

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, from The Sorrows of Young Werther, 1774

#Johann Wolfgang von Goethe #the sorrows of young werther #les souffrances du jeune werther #goethe #torments #agitation #literary text #books and libraries #world literature #quotes #dark acadamia aesthetic #classic literature #german literature #translated literature

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trashyswitch · 1 month

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Chips, The Photo, & The Baby Bat

Adam is struggling to get their stolen car fixed and started...and Jonah's being kind of a dick. It doesn't take long at all for the bickering to turn into silliness.

This fanfic was suggested by @yallmakemyassitch! Sorry it's so late...but regardless, I hope you enjoy!

Jonah was standing outside the car, eating a bag of chips while Adam was trying to fix the car engine. He had been working on it for about 30 minutes by this point. Jonah was just watching from a few feet away, while Adam was directly in front of the Ford Fusion with the hood open.

Adam held out his hand. “Chips please?” He asked.

Jonah narrowed his eyes and brought the chips closer to himself. “What?! No!” He reacted.

“Come on, man!” Adam reacted.

“I’m not letting you finger up the chips. Your hands are covered in grease!” Jonah argued.

Adam rolled his eyes. “Fine…then put a few chips in my hand.” He told him, cupping his left hand.

Jonah raised an eyebrow. “...Dude…What did I just say?”

Adam shot him a glare. “Just give me some fucking chips!” Adam ordered.

“Dude, you need to cool it.” Jonah told him. “Did you figure out what’s wrong with the car?” He asked.

“No.” Adam responded.

Jonah hummed and kept the chips to himself.

Adam tried to go back to fixing the engine. But nothing visibly appeared to be wrong. He just kept moving things in the engine to fix it, before trying to turn it on…but ultimately, nothing seemed to help start it. The more frustrated that Adam had become, the more agitated he became, which made him rammy and growly. He would slam the door every time the car wouldn't start…and he would keep spitting profanities under his breath.

But the straw that broke his back…was the moment he heard a camera shutter. Adam immediately knew where that camera shutter came from…

It was Jonah…with the goddamn camera.

“JONAH-!” Adam turned right around and tried to steal the camera out of his friend’s hands. “GIMME THE CAMERA.” He ordered.

Jonah yelped and tried to run away as best he could. “Adam, stop!” Jonah tried to keep the camera out of his reach. But Adam was determined to crawl onto Jonah if that was what it took to steal the camera from him.

“Okay, that’s it!” Jonah put the camera down on the upper roof of the car, and brought Adam into his arms. “You need to cool off.” He told him.

“I DO NOT!” He shouted.

“Don’t make me resort to desperate measures.” Jonah warned, smirking slightly.

Adam grunted. “And do what?” He asked, sounding slightly smug. “You can’t do anything to me.” He told him.

“I will do it-” Jonah warned with a chuckle.

“Do what?” Adam asked, not even letting Jonah finish his sentence.

“Tickle you.” Jonah replied, wiggling his fingers in his face.

Adam moved his head back slightly as he widened his eyes, visibly going white. “...You wouldn’t…” He muttered.

“Oh, I would. And I will…unless you calm down.” He replied.

Adam narrowed his eyes slightly. “I’ll only calm down if you delete that picture you just took of me.” Adam told him. “Wrong answer, bud.” Jonah replied with a chuckle as he lowered his hand down to his belly and began fluttering his fingers.

“Don’t-DOHON’T!” Adam’s wiggles started almost instantaneously. “I’LLFUCKING KIHIHILL YOU!” He shouted at him.

“Damn…wrong move.” Jonah said, sounding slightly disappointed. Adam tried his absolute hardest to wiggle himself out of Jonah’s grip. But it was surprisingly difficult. Jonah may not have been the strongest guy out there…but he certainly knew how to hold a person hostage. “WhenIgetout-eEEK!” His wiggles paused for a few moments as he looked forward, frozen in shock.

Jonah had paused his tickle attack to burst out laughing. “Holy shit, dude!” He reacted.

“Shut up!” Adam spat.

“Can I call you baby bat?” Jonah asked a little too casually.

“Do NOT call me baby bat!” Adam yelled.

“Nah, it’s funny!” Jonah replied.

“When I get out, I’m gonna fucking destroy you.” Adam warned in a threatening way.

Jonah clicked his tongue and shook his head as he switched to scratching his belly with all 5 of his fingers. “Wrong move yet again, pal.” Jonah replied, growing a smirk.

“JONAH-” Adam threw his head back and let out a rather large wheeze. When he breathed in, he let out the biggest hysterical laugh Jonah had ever heard from him. “HOHOLY SHIHIHIHIT!” Adam shouted mid-laugh.

Jonah couldn’t stop his own laughter from leaving his mouth. “Jehehesus! I don’t remember you being this ticklish!” Jonah reacted.

“SHUHUHUHUT UHUHUP!” Adam shouted back. “QUIHIHIT TICKLING MEHEHEHE!” Adam attempted to order.

“Nah.” Jonah replied casually. “I’m having fun.” He told him.

“IHIHI’M NOHOHOT!” Adam argued.

“Awww, you’re not having fun yet?” Jonah asked.

“NOHOHOHO!” He shouted back.

“I’m not gonna stop until you’re having fun.” Jonah told him.

“FUCK YOHOHOHOU!” Adam spat back.

“The wrong moves just never end with you, do they?” Jonah told him. Though disappointment was clearly dripping from his lips, he was still smirking rather evilly. This was just proof that he wasn’t actually disappointed in Adam. Not in the slightest.

Adam lessened his protests a little bit, just resorting to only laughing his head off. “HAHAHAHAHA! AAAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHEHEHE!” He kept laughing.

“Just let me know when you’re having fun like me, okay?” Jonah told him.

“HOHOHOW IHIHIS THIHIS FUHUHUHUN?!” He yelled.

“I’m glad you asked!” Jonah replied, sounding absolutely ready to infodump straight into Adam’s poor ears. “It’s fun for me because I get to hear you laugh and squeak like the baby bat you are…” He started off.

“NOHOHOHOHOOOO!” Adam whined.

“And it’s fun for you because you’re laughing!” Jonah told him. “Laughter is supposed to make you feel good. Did you know that even fake laughter makes you feel good?” Jonah asked him.

“BUHUHULLSHIHIHIT!” Adam shouted at him yet again. “It’s true!” Jonah told him. “I read it in a book somewhere.” He told him. “I don’t remember what book, but I know it was about anatomy.” He admitted.

“PLEHEHEHEASE STOHOHOP!” Adam ordered.

“Nope. Not until I know you’re having fun.” Jonah replied.

Adam could feel himself getting weaker by the second. He felt as his knees had begun to buckle, making him slightly fearful. “IHIHI’M GOHONNA FAAHAHAHALL!” He shouted.

“Don’t worry, I gotcha.” Jonah told him, wrapping his hands under his arms and helping him down.

But even when Jonah had tried to help, his hands getting even slightly close to his armpits was enough to make him squeal. “NOHOHODON’T!” Adam yelled.

“Don’t what?” Jonah asked for clarification. “”NOHO- NOAHARMPITS!” Adam yelled.

“Good lord, I’m gonna be deaf by the time you start having fun.” Jonah admitted with a laugh, removing his right hand out from under his arms, to adjust his ears. “Speaking of which…” Jonah tickled all over his upper ribs as he brought his mouth closer to Adam’s ear. “Are you having fun yet?” He asked.

“IHIHIHIHI-” Adam squeaked like the baby bat he was, and finally hung his head. “YEHEHES, FIHINE! IHIHI’M HAVING FUHUHUN!” He told him.

“Prooomise?” Jonah teased.

“YESYESYEHEHES! JUHUSTPLEASE SSSSTOP!” Adam pleaded.

“Will do.” Jonah replied, stopping his fingers and letting Adam fall onto the cold pavement.

“Gohod…*huff* *huff* Gohohod dahahammihit…” Adam muttered, curling up into a ball.

Jonah smirked and knelt down beside him. “I didn’t kill you, did I?” he asked.

Adam huffed and crossed his arms. “.....No…” He muttered.

“Okay, good. The baby bat isn’t completely tickled out.” Jonah replied, patting Adam’s head.

Adam grunted and waved his hands around, trying to get Jonah’s hand away from his head. “Dude!” He reacted.

“Hey, don’t touch me. Your hands are still greasy.” He told him.

Adam scoffed. “So you can tickle me to tears, but I can’t even wave my hands near you?” He asked, clearly annoyed.

“I didn’t say that…” Jonah muttered.

“Sure…” Adam rolled his eyes.

“Do I need to tickle you again?” Jonah asked.

“NO!” Adam yelled in an abnormally high voice. “Cause if you keep acting like a dick, I may tickle you again.” Jonah warned with a little smirk on his face.

“You��d better not!” Adam warned. “Then you’d better not piss me off.” Jonah replied with plenty of confidence to match.

Adam huffed and got himself up onto his feet. He muttered something under his breath as he dusted off his hands.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” Jonah asked, lifting his hands up to wiggle them rather evilly.

“N-Nothing.” Adam replied.

Jonah hummed and lowered his hands. “Okay.”

Adam’s attitude seemed to calm down slightly. He watched as Jonah reached up and grabbed the camera from the top of the car. This action sparked a newfound agitation in him. The thought of his own picture being taken by Jonah without his permission, still stuck deeply inside his head. In a moment’s notice, Adam had quickly become determined to take the camera back from Jonah. But he would have to start off by asking.

“Can I have the camera?” Adam asked.

“Nope.” Jonah replied casually.

Adam frowned. Not a great start. “I wanna see the picture you took of me.” Adam admitted.

“You really don’t. It’s kinda crappy.” Jonah admitted. “Besides: I don’t want your greasy hands breaking the camera.” Jonah told him.

“Keep mentioning my greasy hands, and I may get you back.” Adam warned, his irritation taking over again.

“No touch-backs.” Jonah declared with a chuckle.

Adam rolled his eyes and ran up to him. He wrapped his arms around his sides and began digging. “You think that’s stopped me before?” Adam teased, a smirk growing on his face.

Jonah gasped and widened his eyes. “ADAM- I’M WEARING WHITE!” Jonah shouted.

“Please…You’ve got more important things to worry about…like the crazy ticklish revenge I’m about to give you.” Adam replied in a villainous tone.

It was almost criminal how quickly Adam was able to change from sheepish when threatened, to becoming the threat himself. Though…according to those wanted signs all over Mandela County, they are already kinda criminals by this point in time…

“GET YOUR HANDS OHOHOFF-” Jonah immediately doubled over and fell to the pavement.

“Wow…And you said I was the ticklish one…” Adam teased.

“Sh-Shut up.” Jonah muttered.

“What?” Adam asked as he reached for the camera.

“NO-”

“Not having fun yet?” Adam asked next like the cheeky little shit he was.

“Iswearto-FAHAHAHAHAHA!” Jonah threw his head back and struggled to get his hands away. “GAHAHAHAHA! EEEEHEEHEHEE!” He squealed.

“You swear to ‘Faaa’? The hell’s that supposed to mean?!” Adam reacted.

“SHHHUHUSH! SHUHUT IHIHIHIHIT!” Jonah shouted.

“But seriously! What’s a ‘faaaa’?!” Adam asked.

“THIHIS IS SOHOHOHO CRUHUHUHUEL!” He yelled back at him.

“You started it!” Adam reacted like a petty child. “I’ll stop if you let go of the camera.” Adam told him.

“NOHOHO! NO-NO-NOHOHOHOHO- Neheheveheheherrrr!” Jonah yelled.

“Don’t make me tickle your armpit.” Adam warned with a half-sly, half-genuine smile on his face.

“No! NOHOHOO! DOHOHON’T YOHOU DAHAHAHARE!” Jonah practically screamed at him.

“IIIII’m gonna do it~! Iiii’m gonna go for it!” Adam said with a villainous voice, making sure to wiggle his fingers dangerously close to Jonah’s left armpit.

“SHIHIT-SHITSHIT-!” Jonah kept cursing and protesting.

“Aaaaand…” He poked his armpit. “Boop!”

Jonah shrieked and spazzed like a little kid, letting go of the camera in the process. Adam took the camera in his hand carefully but swiftly, and looked at the photo. It looked to just be a picture of Adam working on the car with a description underneath. It read:

[adam trying to fix the car while i eat chips LMAO -jonah]

Adam chuckled. “This was what you were keeping from me?” Adam asked, turning to show Jonah the picture he had taken beforehand. “This is barely newsworthy.” Adam let him know.

“But it kinda sucks.” Jonah muttered.

“Better than I could’ve done.” Adam replied.

“Bullshit.” Jonah scoffed.

Adam sighed softly as he turned off the camera. “No one’s expecting perfection from you, dude.” Adam told him. “If it makes you feel any better, it’s unlikely anyone will find it anyway.” He mentioned before offering him a hand up.

Jonah shrugged his shoulders. “Yeah…I guess you’re right.” He replied, taking Adam’s hand and getting up with his partner-in-crime’s help.

“Come on.” Adam grunted, pulling Jonah up before giving him the camera back. “We got a car to steal.”

Jonah chuckled and put the camera into his pocket.

#agitation #friendship #cameras #ticklefic #switch!adam #switch!jonah #the mandela catalogue vol 2 #teasing #nicknames #funny

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vocaloidderivativeotd · 8 months

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Today's Vocaloid derivative of the day is:

Hatsune Miku: Agitation from Unhappy Refrain in Project DIVA!

#vocaloid #hatsune miku #unhappy refrain #project diva #agitation

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mockva · 6 months

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#USSR #soviet union #poster #propaganda #agitation

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chrisengel · 8 months

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“If it had not been for the discontent of a few fellows who had not been satisfied with their conditions, you would still be living in caves. Intelligent discontent is the mainspring of civilization. Progress is born of agitation.” Eugene V. Debs

#progress #agitation #intelligent discontent #debs

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hektor-world · 2 months

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I have became like a silent mass, both in reality and virtually

#Hektor #Merida

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okkkhaturaa · 2 months

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My mind is so noisy right now it hurts ☹️

#psychosis #i hate this I’m going to throw everything around the room #What am I even thinking of??#agitation #I want to be understood but I cannot understand myself

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rastronomicals · 5 months

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5:47 AM EST December 4, 2023:

Miles Davis - "Agitation" From the album E.S.P. (August 16, 1965)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

File under: The Second Great Quintet

#Miles Davis #E.S.P.#Agitation

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thesugarhole · 6 months

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#original post fungalfaggot sorry for leaivng it out the image. dont worry these things dont get reblogged #thought itd make a funny drawing but im already running late #1 nothing wrong with me 2 nothing wrong with me etc #sugar.txt #uhr #badboy #general #agitation #vy2 #playing project diva #tumblr #dracula flow

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fieriframes · 1 year

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[Agitation gives birth to creation.]

#s35e01 mom and dad #guy fieri #guyfieri #diners drive-ins and dives #happy birthday #agitation #birth #creation

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faofinn · 7 months

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27. Uncooperative Patient

"Tai? Tai?"' Harrison repeated, waiting for his husband to respond. "Tai."

"What?!" He whipped around, snapping at Harrison.

"Hey don't yell at me." He frowned, hurt. "You were the one ignoring me."

"Yeah, well, maybe I just want some bloody peace and quiet away from your pestering."

"What are you on about?" Harrison took a step towards where Tai was sitting at the kitchen island. "I'm confused."

"All of this I'm sick of, sick of all the pestering, it's just again and again. It's like you don't know what I'm doing and I'm always doing it."

Harrison narrowed his eyes, watching Tai critically. "How's that?!

"As if you don't know." He scoffed, shoving the chair back with a clatter. It hit the floor with an awful bang, and White Harrison grimaced, Tai didn't even seem to notice.

"Why don't we go sit in the living room?" Harrison offered.

"There you go again! You know what I think about that. And they're just as bad, you're just not getting it are you? Fucking stupid. I don't know why I bother."

Harrison gave a sharp sigh. "Where's your phone, Tai?"

"I'm not going to tell you that, am I? You'll take it off me like you've taken everything else, like the kids. Look at them. They've fucking gone, haven't they? An' scout. None of them like you. I don't fucking like you."

"Yeah, there's a long list, I'm sure.” He muttered, turning to rummage in the junk drawer. "Sit down, will you? I need to do your sugar."

“'No,you don't."

"Yeah, I do." He shrugged, moving to stand in front of Tai. "Give me a finger."

He stuck the middle one up. "Fuck off."

Despite the situation, Harrison had to laugh. "Yeah, I deserved that one. I still need to check your sugars, love. Just a second, yeah?"

Harrison wasn't expecting it, Tai taking a sharp step forward and shoving his husband square in the chest. It jarred his leg, and it was a surprisingly strong shove, sending Harrison tumbling back, unbalanced and unexpecting.

He cracked the back of his head against the cabinets, his back dragging down the edges of the doors.

Stars danced in Harrison's vision, pain immediately lancing down his neck and back, across his ribs, and annoyingly enough around his prosthesis.

It took him a moment for him to manage to catch his breath, and even then it was forced. Despite feeling like he was dying, he forced himself to his knees, and then staggered to his feet. It was all too similar to his accident, his mind reeling and trying not to dissolve into panic.

He knew he couldn't, though, knew Tai needed him. He grabbed the glucagon kit from the top drawer and managed to stumble into the living room. He sent out a quick emergency text to anyone that was around while he was at it; he knew he'd need help one way or another.

Tai was sitting on the sofa in the living room when Harrison found him, grumbling away to himself and covered in sweat. "Tai?"

"What do you want?"

"You must be feeling pretty shit, yeah? You gonna let me help you?" He was more than a little worried to get close, and spied his phone on the coffee table. He edged forward, tapping on the screen. Alert after alert after alert. Goddammit Tai. The CGM moved slower than capillary, and he didn't want to imagine where it actually was. He was all too aware what had happened the last time it got too low.

"Yeah, I feel like fucking shit."

Harrison nodded, one hand behind him as he sat by Tai's side. He was grateful his husband was still wearing a T-shirt, despite the weather outside, and briefly rested his hand on his bicep.

"Have you tried doing your sugars?"

"No, I don't care about them. I just feel shit, you're not helping and I'm sick of it." He started rambling again, barely making sense. Harrison knew he didn't have long, and he only had one chance. He took a breath to try and stop the nausea, and stabbed him. There was time for niceties or soft touches, quickly injecting the glucagon and deftly locking the needle away.

Tai shouted, a mix of pain and surprise, but Harrison had already moved away. He'd not made it far, missing the bin as he lost his breakfast on the carpet. Great. It only seemed to make it worse, and he groaned, suddenly glad of the other sofa behind his leg. He collapsed gratefully onto it, letting his eyes close for just a second.

"What the fuck, Hars?!"

"You act like a dick, you get treated like one." He muttered under his breath. "It's for your own good, love. You're having a hypo. You're not you."

"Fuck off."

"Once you're back up, sure.” He pulled his phone out, dialling for an ambulance. As much as he'd done all he could, and normally would have been able to manage it himself, he knew if things didn't improve then he wouldn't be able to help. He could feel wetness down his back and a ginger feel across the back of his head brought back red. Even better.

He struggled through the operator's questions, finding it harder to think with each one. Tai, at least, looked better, no longer shaking as much as he had been.

There was a clatter from the front door, the scarper of paws on wood, and the kids announcing they were home. Harrison sighed. This was going to be fun to explain.

"Living room, we've had a bit of an issue." He called.

“Dad?” Alfie called, frowning. “What’s happened?”

"Dad's had a hypo. Can you grab the rest of the sugary stuff? And some toast?"

Shit. “Yeah. Kieran?” He turned to his brother. “Do the toast?” He asked, and his brother did, whilst Alfie padded into the living room. It was a state, Harrison with blood dripping from his nose, Tai collapsed on the other sofa looking awful. There was vomit on the carpet too, though he honestly had no idea who’s it was, they both looked awful.

“What the fuck?”

"Yeah, I know." Harrison shook his head. "Don't even start."

He took in the absolute state of the room, pressing his lips together. “Has dad had something, at least?”

"Glucagon." He said, holding the phone out. "Speak to the ambulance?"

“Uh, yeah.” He said, taking the phone.

Harrison knew better than to try standing, just glad he'd dragged the bin closer. He'd hoped he'd grow out of the vomiting after every head injury, but it just felt like it got worse each time. He groaned, stomach spasming as he buried his head.

Alfie winced, watching his dad vomit again, before he tried to answer the operator’s questions, vague on the details.

With another groan, Harrison raised his head. He roughly wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, making an unimpressed noise as he wiped blood from his nose. There was a flash of panic that he couldn't quite hide, but his worry for Tai easily overshadowed it.

Alfie couldn’t help the jolt of worry at the sight of his Dad, the blood dripping from his nose. Neither of them looked well, and the operator at the other end of the phone reassured him that they were on their way as soon as they could be. Kieran had appeared with the toast and other things for Tai, offering to him and trying to ignore the state of the room. Neither parent looked well, and the twins were out of their depth completely. They knew how to manage Tai’s diabetes, of course, but with Harrison looking so ill too, they didn’t have anyone to help them.

"What's his sugars doing, Kit?"

Kieran had grabbed his Dad’s phone, open to the CGM’s app. “Better, coming up now.” He said. Tai looked better, too, no longer as agitated, and was eating the toast without protest.

He shot them a smile. "Thanks, boys. Sorry you had to come into this."

“Are you okay?” He asked. “You look like shit.”

"I just took a tumble, I'm fine."

“You’re bleeding and you’ve been sick.”

"Head injuries bleed a lot. It's fine."

“Alfie is on the phone to the ambulance.”

Harrison hummed. "Yeah, for dad."

“Like you don’t need it too.”

"Course not. I need Tai sorted, then I can go to bed."

Given the seriousness of the situation, the ambulance arrived quickly, and Alfie rushed to the door to let him in, Keiran still trying to get Tai to eat.

“They’re in here. It’s kind of bad…”

Harrison glanced up, offering a sheepish smile. "I'm not the one I called about, I'm fine enough. Tai had a hypo."

“You don’t look too great yourself.” One said, whilst the other radioed for another set of hands. This was definitely more complicated than a simple hypo.

"I'm just concussed a bit. I'm always sick, I've got a bit of a lac to the back of my head, but I don't think it's that bad."

“What happened?”

Harrison glanced at the twins before returning his gaze to the floor. "I fell."

“Can you talk me through how you fell?”

"Nope. I'm not your patient. Tai is."

“You both are at this point, I’m afraid.”

"Nah, I'm good."

“With a concussion you don’t get to make that choice.”

Harrison narrowed his eyes at him. "Ah, fuck."

“You know I’m right. How did you fall?”

"Backwards, against the kitchen cabinets."

“Ah. Did you lose consciousness? Black out?”

"Remember the whole thing, got really dizzy and couldn't see properly. Winded, too, with how I hit the bench. Took a moment, followed Tai through here, managed to get his glucagon in and then I started throwing up. I always have done." He gave as much information as he could get away with while withholding the important bits. "I'm just a bit concussed, head injuries just piss everywhere, that's all. I'm really not that bad, I just need a lie down."

“You’ll get a lie down.” He reassured him. “That’s a significant fall, you and I both know that.”

"A lie down in my own bed."

“Not going to happen I’m afraid."

"I'm not being rude to you, but that's bullshit." He sighed. "On second thoughts, you carry ondansetron?"

“Not being rude, eh? Yes, we carry ondansetron.”

"You can stab me for being rude then. I won’t say no to that." He adjusted his grip on the bin, trying and failing to breathe through it.

“Now you want something from us.” They knew Harrison, often seeing him at work, and knew where they could tease. That was flirting the limit, but he hoped it would be okay.

Harrison huffed. "Ah, but look. I pretty much fixed your patient for you."

“I suppose you helped.”

"Didn't want you to feel like I was doing all the hard work though." He broke off to vomit, giving a quiet apology before continuing. "So I decided to make another patient for you."

“Let me get that ondansetron sorted for you, then.” He said, reassuring him. But things were serious, especially with the vomiting.

"Yeah, thanks." He murmured. "What's Tai's sugars at?"

“Uh, 3.5 at the moment.”

"Mm, okay. He's coming up alright then."

“Going in the right direction.”

"I got a 1.3 on his phone."

“So likely even lower? Okay, yeah. Explains things.”

"Couldn't get a fingerprick."

“We’ve managed one, which is good.”

"Yeah, he's more compliant now."

“Things are moving in the right direction.”

Harrison retched. "Well, it makes one of us."

The other para had sorted the ondansetron quickly enough, and returned to Harrison. “Here, got this antisickness for you.”

"Who's the lucky one that gets to stab me?"

“That would be me.”

"I'm not gonna judge you, just stab me once yeah?"

“That’s the plan.” He said, getting his kit sorted. “Can get you some pain relief too, if you need it?”

"I might take you up on that."

“Alright, I can get that sorted in a mo.” He said, finding a good vein and prepping it carefully. “Right, sharp scratch.”

Harrison hummed, letting him get on with it. He focused on trying not to be sick while he worked, all too aware of being on the other side of things.

He got it in easily, and it flushed nicely. “There. Just gonna get this antisickness in for you now, well done.”

"Thanks."

“Hopefully this second crew should be here shortly and we can get you both off to hospital. Have you got someone to come and be with the kids?”

"Kit and Bug are seventeen."

“I’m sure it would be nice for them to have someone with them?”

"I don't know if anyone replied." He was starting to get more than a little tired of the situation, the nausea still there and the pain creeping in.

“Do you want us to call someone?”

"Maybe, yeah."

“How’s that pain? Do you want something?”

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