[A lot's changed since you were out, Raleigh. Chuck and Herc can be on the same continent now and no one comes close to dying. He does regret not bringing Percy with him when he got the call but at the same time, he thinks he needs this. Time when it's just the two of them. Because he needs her. A lot.
Just don't be a bitch about it and gloat, Raleigh.]
That is what I said. He's been here about a month now, actually. Taking care of Percy and stuff.
[Because Chuck tried, and he did okay but it wasn't what the kid needed and apparently skipping a generation makes it easier for Hansen men to deal with losing their women.]
[ Raleigh will gloat, probably a lot later. Or maybe not -- it really depends on how insufferable Chuck decides to be. Right now, however, he's not, not at all. There's the look in his eyes he saves just for her, only this time it's more obvious and he's not prefacing with some snide comment or another.
Which is weird, you know, when you think about it.
Weird, but good. She takes a few more moments than usual to process what he's saying, and she attempts to squeeze his fingers, brief pressure points before they dissipate just as quickly. Herc, taking care of Percy and Chuck letting him? What had the world gone to?
But it's not difficult to put things together, to see the pattern because she's already realising it, and oh, Chuck. Her eyes soften; he needs her, and she knows -- they'd come so close to being separated forever, but she wants to tell him, too, that he's never going to lose her. ]
[She's really not as strong as he would like to see, he can feel it in her fingers when she squeezes his. Perhaps it's acceptable for someone who's just been asleep for eleven weeks but it's not enough for him. Because Raleigh is anything but weak.]
[ Raleigh manages, through massive effort, to shift just a little more, to delicately press dry, chapped lips against the side of his mouth in a tentative kiss.
She's fine, she'll be fine, you'll see. But right now she has a husband to care for, despite the lingering exhaustion. ] ...Love you.
[Raleigh you-- do not need to lay there and take care of him right now. You've got to be absolutely shitting him. Or completely drugged up right now. A tear might squeeze out of the corner of his eye but he won't own up to it.]
Rals. [Chuck leans in further to touch his forehead to hers.]
[ That's because you're a giant idiot, baby. And if she doesn't take care of you, who will? She'd wipe that tear from the corner of his eye if she could, but she's sluggish, and moving seems like an impossible thing.
She squeezes his fingers, with just a little more strength in them now, and she closes her eyes briefly. ] Stay?
[ Three weeks later, and Raleigh is mostly back to being obnoxiously energetic; she'd been particularly determined to regain muscle mass and working through activities of daily living for both her physio and occupational therapy; even the speech therapist had cleared her within the first couple of weeks.
She hated being in the wheelchair, she'd hated the slow progress at first, hated that her husband and son and father-in-law had to see her in the state she was in, but she was lucky to come out of the accident this well when others wouldn't normally have made it.
Chuck had been extraordinarily devoted, patient where she thought he wouldn't be -- his temper still frays, especially when he thinks she's pushing herself too far too quickly -- but she wants to come home. At the very least, a few good things had come out of the accident, right? Herc and Chuck are looking to be repairing their relationship. It's slow, but she's quietly pleased to see that the both of them are making an effort, at least.
Finally, the day comes when she can be discharged, and Raleigh doesn't even spare the wheelchair, the quad stick, or the walking stick a second glance -- she won't be needing any of those anymore, thank you. It's a surreal experience, packing her bag, but she manages well, and thanks the nurses and the attending doctor, as well as apologising for Chuck, too. She knows how the man can get.
[Don't apologize for him, Raleigh what the fuck. He works with these people, they know him and they know that they had to be extra on their toes when it came to his wife if they didn't want to be yelled at by one of the cardiologists.
Things are okay with him and his dad. Herc's at home with Percy now, because it's just easier to move things around when there isn't a toddler gumming up the works. And Chuck wants to get Raleigh out of there nearly as fast as she wants to leave herself. He wants her to be ready and safe but even he would agree that she is, but she's not going to push herself at home and go back to full speed today or so help him, he's taking the kid and leaving her.
He's actually checking on one of his patients while she's packing up, just a quick check in to adjust a med and then he's coming around the counter for her.]
[ Raleigh was actually there when Chuck did the yelling, you know. It was one of those nights with a young doctor on duty, and there was a mix-up with her prescribed dosage which, unfortunately, Chuck had been present for. The viciousness and ferocity with which Chuck had torn into him was breathtaking, and Raleigh had felt bad for it.
After that, she realised, it was the medical rehabilitation specialist that attended to her personally, and honestly, Chuck.
Still, she's slinging her duffel over her shoulder - giving him a brief smile when she notices what he's doing. Temper aside, he's the best damn cardiologist in the country. ]
You sure you don't have to go back to work today? You don't have to keep me company.
[Some yelling is good for the new doctors. How are they going to learn to be more careful if they aren't scared shitless. Either they can take it or they can't but they are definitely not fucking up his wife's meds if they want to live.]
I'm sure.
[Chuck reaches for her bag, let him carry it woman or so help him.]
Someone has to make sure you don't push it too much.
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Just don't be a bitch about it and gloat, Raleigh.]
That is what I said. He's been here about a month now, actually. Taking care of Percy and stuff.
[Because Chuck tried, and he did okay but it wasn't what the kid needed and apparently skipping a generation makes it easier for Hansen men to deal with losing their women.]
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Which is weird, you know, when you think about it.
Weird, but good. She takes a few more moments than usual to process what he's saying, and she attempts to squeeze his fingers, brief pressure points before they dissipate just as quickly. Herc, taking care of Percy and Chuck letting him? What had the world gone to?
But it's not difficult to put things together, to see the pattern because she's already realising it, and oh, Chuck. Her eyes soften; he needs her, and she knows -- they'd come so close to being separated forever, but she wants to tell him, too, that he's never going to lose her. ]
...Come closer.
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Why?
[Asked even as he leans in towards her.]
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She's fine, she'll be fine, you'll see. But right now she has a husband to care for, despite the lingering exhaustion. ] ...Love you.
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Rals. [Chuck leans in further to touch his forehead to hers.]
You should rest.
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She squeezes his fingers, with just a little more strength in them now, and she closes her eyes briefly. ] Stay?
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[When it's a normal hour, he'll call his dad and have him come bring Percy in for her. Until then, Chuck kisses her cheek before he straightens.]
Someone's gotta keep you in line.
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She hated being in the wheelchair, she'd hated the slow progress at first, hated that her husband and son and father-in-law had to see her in the state she was in, but she was lucky to come out of the accident this well when others wouldn't normally have made it.
Chuck had been extraordinarily devoted, patient where she thought he wouldn't be -- his temper still frays, especially when he thinks she's pushing herself too far too quickly -- but she wants to come home. At the very least, a few good things had come out of the accident, right? Herc and Chuck are looking to be repairing their relationship. It's slow, but she's quietly pleased to see that the both of them are making an effort, at least.
Finally, the day comes when she can be discharged, and Raleigh doesn't even spare the wheelchair, the quad stick, or the walking stick a second glance -- she won't be needing any of those anymore, thank you. It's a surreal experience, packing her bag, but she manages well, and thanks the nurses and the attending doctor, as well as apologising for Chuck, too. She knows how the man can get.
Now, where had Chuck gone off to? ]
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Things are okay with him and his dad. Herc's at home with Percy now, because it's just easier to move things around when there isn't a toddler gumming up the works. And Chuck wants to get Raleigh out of there nearly as fast as she wants to leave herself. He wants her to be ready and safe but even he would agree that she is, but she's not going to push herself at home and go back to full speed today or so help him, he's taking the kid and leaving her.
He's actually checking on one of his patients while she's packing up, just a quick check in to adjust a med and then he's coming around the counter for her.]
Ready?
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After that, she realised, it was the medical rehabilitation specialist that attended to her personally, and honestly, Chuck.
Still, she's slinging her duffel over her shoulder - giving him a brief smile when she notices what he's doing. Temper aside, he's the best damn cardiologist in the country. ]
You sure you don't have to go back to work today? You don't have to keep me company.
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I'm sure.
[Chuck reaches for her bag, let him carry it woman or so help him.]
Someone has to make sure you don't push it too much.