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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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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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