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who: Undertaker and Jason
what: Post-op
when: Evening of Nov 21
where: Hospital lobby and later a hotel room
warnings: Boy talk and pain meds loopiness

[He had been well informed before he went into this surgery and he trusted Beverly more than enough to know what she was doing and that it would go as planned. What he threw him off was waking up from it all almost immediately afterward. Or so it seemed. It felt like he had been quickly getting drunk, but there was no alcohol in him. Then he closed his eyes and felt like he had slept for days and was suddenly waking up again.]

[That... was the strangest part of it all. Knowing where he was, then not knowing, then feeling the tubes connected to his arm and being told not to pull them out and being alarmed at them anyway, then remembering why they were there and trying to sleep again. For the first time in a long time, his stunted vision unnerved him as he swung back and forth between awake and half asleep, trying to come out of the anesthesia.]

[As things cleared up, he realized hiding himself for the next day or so was going to be much harder than he imagined. Modern medicines had advanced in leaps and bounds, but it was one thing to read about it and another entirely to experience it. He found himself more than a little glad to have put himself through the process of it before he made the offer to his housemate.]

[But Ciel would have him and he would have his father to help him after. Right now, Undertaker was on his own and as much as he was loathe to admit it, he needed help. It was a long shot, but he had limited options and he had only the one person he felt comfortable reaching out to in a time like this. There was no way he would ask Beverly to watch over him for a night, so it was to Jason that his text went.]

Good evenng and I hope you re doing well. I apoologize if this is abrutp but I find mtself in need of abit of assistance. would yu mind meeting mr at the hospital? Thank you in advanc.

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[ Jason had been spending his free time looking for someone who was gone. Realizing more than one person was gone that he cared about. But, what could he do besides just look and hope? Not much at all.

He had been making his way back to the communal housing after finishing his shift with the guard. Luckily he had checked his phone when it buzzed, while stopped at a light. It took a moment to decipher it before he shot back a message with voice to text as the light changed and he switched lanes to head to the hospital instead.]

Good evening to you as well.
Don't worry about it, I'll be there ASAP. Do I just ask for Undertaker?

[He's not quite that savvy with his phone, so his own texts return as boggled as before. Forgive him. He's still coming out of anesthesia.]

what is aSAP? Yes, just Undrtakre. Thank you.

[He wasn't the best with text on his good days, but he's terrible with his voice right now. It was enough to get him to try and ask for the nurse to find the right contact.]

[ Jason was horribly tech savvy, between living with Bruce and Roy he had a lot of experience with it. He was even mostly able to understand the typos. A few more minutes passes before he sends another text .]

As soon as possible. Ill be up in a few minutes. Your welcome.

[He reads that and manages to send out another 'thank you' before he lets his arm flop down on the bed padding, free hand rubbing at his face to try and bring himself around quicker. It isn't really helping.]

[When Jason arrives, he'll find Undertaker in bed still, naked from the waist up and covered in scars - minus the one over his chest - and a woozy grin.]

[ When Jason makes his way in he's still in his perimeter guard uniform, he blinked a bit as he moved into the room towards the bed. Damn that was a lot of scars. ]

Hey, everything okay, Undertaker?

[He seems to forget for a moment that he's without a shirt and pants, but when he looks down and back up again, it's clear he just doesn't care. He's not in a mind to worry about it and the drugs in his system aren't helping that any.]

Fiiiiine, fine. [A hand flops uselessly.] Thanks fer comin. 'm just... little drugged is all. Can't go home right now. Can't tell anyone. [He flops that same hand at Jason again, grabbing for him.] Don't. Don't tell anyone. Milord can't know. Neither of them.

[ As soon as the man speaks he can tell he's been drugged the slight change in speech and the relaxed say he moved. Jason moved forward letting the man take his hand. ]

Not a problem, Undertaker. Our secret then, I won't say a word, so what happened if I may ask? And how can I help.

[He takes Jason's hand and sits up a little, fighting himself to do so, and eventually ends up upright, blanket sliding down to his waist in the process so Jason would easily be able to see the gauze taped over the left side of his chest where skin had been grafted to help heal the scar that had once been there.]

Oh, just... minor surgery. Sort of an... 'speriment. [He grinned, giggled.] Wanted t'know what this's like. 'Fore someone else does it.

[ Jason's eyes did move over the expanse of exposed skin. Mostly because Undertaker was such an enigma that he was curious about what could have caused the scars he a saw. He arched one of his brows before he shook his head. ]

...I don't know, I would have gone for corrective vision before whatever you've had done, but I'm not going to judge you. Educated guess, you did this before one of your lords could?

[ Was it plastic surgery? He seemed just drugged up but not in to much pain. So he was sure it wasn't to serious as the man himself said. ]

Do you need signed out? Usually people need signed out if their leaving while still loopy.

[He doesn't feel the pain, not yet, but he will when the haze starts to wear off. For now, he's still fighting that much.]

Beh, corrective vision, no. [He giggles again, then inhales a breath and sighs it back out, letting his head tilt back, staring straight up at the ceiling.]

They don't know. I'll tell you bout it... But I didn't know how strong these drugs are. Doctor... [A brief frown, trying to recall the name.] Crusher. Doctor Crusher. She's... taking care of me.

I'll keep suggesting it. Even if you say your fine. Just know it's going to be something i suggest often.

[ He admitted, watching the other still with those bluish green eyes of his.]

Oh yeah, anytime your worked on they give you the good shit, even if you don't want it. Unless your an addict or recovering addict, then they use something less addictive. [ After a second he nods, even if he's sure the other can't see it.]

Oh, Ciel's doctor. She seems cool. So, where do you want to go, since you said you can't go home?

[He meant to shrug. He swears he did. But something about that coupled with the drugs in him hits him just right and he's in a fit of giggles enough to make him lie down again and curl on his side, one fist pressed into his mouth to try and shut himself up. Spoiler alert: it's not working.]

[Given a few minutes, he'll calm down again and stare up at Jason from the pillow, half of his face hidden in the fluff of it.]

You do that. That'll be fine. [He stretches a bit, winces a little as he tugs on the surgery site by accident, and rolls to his back. Things are starting to clear up a little now.] Mm. I don't know. I thought about... sleeping this off in the lobby in a chair there, but they won't let me do that. Nooo.

[ Jason shook his head amused. Sometimes it was amusing as hell to watch someone drugged up. Namely if there was a reason and it wasn't just a problem.

Jason waits, but he did cross his arms and shake his head amused at the other's antics. ]

Nope, vetoing that shit right out of the game. I'll rent us a room and keep an eye on you until your well enough to go home. You lucked out that I've got two days off starting tomorrow. So, you giggle here and I'll go see what needs to be done to sign you out. If your good with that.

[He's done with his giggle fit for now. No worries about that. But he'll be far from in his right mind for a little while yet, and even he knows it. Rather than argue, he'll lift a hand and flop it in the air.]

You do that, good sir. They've left my clothing here somewhere. I'll do something about that while you're about. [As promised, he sits himself up and tosses the blanket off him, revealing a body laced with scars top to bottom and a patch of gauze taped to the left of his chest and not much else. He doesn't seem to care though as he looks from one side of the room to the other, trying to find the chair where they left a bag with his clothes in it.]

[ Jason took a little more than ten minutes before returning. It was possible some nurses or even the doctor came to undo the tubes and IV's while Jason filled out the discharge paperwork and asked that they have Undertaker's prescriptions waiting for when they leave. Once he had everything signed and instructions he moved back to the Undertaker's room. His keys in hand as he moved back in. ]

Need any help with your coat or anything? Your a bit to drugged to be doing your shadow stuff, so if your cool with it, I'll just drive us both to the hotel. I already called in a reservation.

[ Stupidly forgetting to ask for two beds.]

[By the time Jason returned, he has found the chair and, after having been led back to the bed by a nurse who came to remove his IV and given his bag and belongings right there, managed to struggle into his pants. At least part of the way.]

I... may, if you don't mind. [He's coming around more and more, but he doesn't trust himself to teleport just yet. He's working his zipper up and thankfully, that goes well.] It's all a little harder than it used to be just now.

Yeah, no problem.

[ He replied as he moved around to help the man get his coat on, not wanting to get in his way.]

So, your well drugged up, and what your on is easily addictable so we need to make sure you take it right and proper so I'll help with that. Lean on me and I'll help you down stairs. You can sleep in the car on the way to the hotel. [ He knew he'd have to stop at the drug store to, and he happened to know one next to a liquor store so it worked out well.]

[Oh, he was very well drugged up, even coming out of it. He could feel a little of the ache starting on his chest, where the scar had once been, but after hearing how the removal would be done he thought that might happen. It hadn't been placed there painlessly either to earn him that scar, why should it be painless to take away?]

[Jason putting his coat on more consisted of him simply holding his arms out and trying to fight with the buttons than anything, but it got him giggling all over again.]

Is it? Oh, please don't get me addicted to this. It's wonderful but I'll never function well again. [With the suggestion to lean on Jason, he lifted a hand to the man's shoulder and slid it across to the other, feeling his way there rather than slapping him silly by accident. Normally, he would have protested, but anything sounded like a good idea to him right now. Almost.]

You're a kind person to put up with me, you know. Especially like this. [Another giggle.] I'm the worst!

[ Jason was used to dealing with people being drugged up, old habits from his childhood. From helping his drunk father up the stairs, or getting his high mother off the floor and back into bed. To his vigilante life of hauling victims around or dumping bodies in the river. ]

Trust me, I wont let that happen. You'll hate me before I allow a friend of mine to become an addict.

[ Jason had to stop himself from freezing up by thinking of it like work. He just had to help someone, it was part of his job. Helping the Undertaker towards the door once his coat was on was actually pretty easy for him.]

Nah, it's what friends do. Your not that bad, trust me I knew worse.

[He giggled and couldn't help himself with it. The world around him still moved at a strange pace and he felt more than a little drunk without a drop of alcohol in him, but it was clearing out little by little. A moment too late, he caught on to a term Jason had used as his coat was draped back around him and it gave him a surprise.]

Friend, eh? You know, I hadn't thought of it like that. [He kept a hand on the man's arm as he walked himself to the door.] Do you think we are? Without wanting to be addicted to something 'n all that.

I do. Well, I don't usually let myself have friends, but you and Ciel definitely are.

[ He admitted, and started to help Undertaker out the door. Having a feeling he'd fall asleep in the car on the way to the hotel. He never stayed lucid long when he had to be put under for anything.]

I wont let it happen. I watched it kill my mom, and now that I know enough to keep it from happening I wont let it take my friends either.

[How interesting. He hadn't thought of himself as having friends at all, not in... Oh, he couldn't remember. His last real "friends" had been more coworkers than anything. That might never cease to amuse him, but his mind went in other directions not long after.]

I'll have to thank you then, I think. I don't truly have friends... Ah, but don't you worry your friend head over me and addiction. [He giggled and lifted a hand to try and poke Jason's cheek lightly. He'd make it, mostly. Maybe poke his jaw instead.] I wasn't the only mortician in London, but I was the one to go to if you wanted it done right. Addicts were some of my customers. Quite ugly, what it does.

[ Jason couldn't help a laugh, as he helped the Undertaker out of the room and on down the steps with paperwork in hand. The poke was mostly what made him laugh.]

Well, I'm glad to hear it. I don't have many friends either. And well, everyone could use a good mortician.

[He's big on touch. What can he say?]

What a pair we make. [Another giggle.] Though I must admit I'd like my friends to be alive. Not much use for a mortician in this town anyway. I've not cared for a single client yet.

[ Lucky for him, so was Jason's old partner, Roy. So he's used to it even if he isn't big on it. ]

Sorry to disappoint, Im pretty sure I cant die again. Ive come pretty close but no cigar. Not since the first time. But, maybe that's a good thing?

[ with paperwork in hand now, he gets a funny look from the nurses for whatever their talking about and he winks anyway, before leading Undertaker out towards the red Mustang.]

Maybe you might consider stopping by the house some time, then, and I'll pretty you up like I would the dead anyway. Keep me in shape for if I ever need to use it again. [Not that he thinks he would, not any time soon. He was used to regular clientele back home, but not so much here.]

[He would clarify that he doesn't think Jason needs the prettying up, per se, but then they're outdoors and he's seeing them closing in on a red... vehicle of sorts. Oops, and there goes his mind, distracted.] We're not getting in that hunk of metal, are we?

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