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They say if you die in a dream. you die in real life [open]

who: Ronan Lynch and others
what: After being attacked by his own nightmares, Ronan recovers in the hospital and thinks about how much he hates himself. People come to tell him he’s an idiot or laugh. Who knows.
when: November 19 to late November
where: Riverview hospital
warnings: Self-loathing, references to past suicidal ideation, will update as needed

Not much impressed Ronan and the advanced medical t. The first day, while his stomach healed, he lay in bed viciously chewing on one of his leather wristbands, having thrown the other at the wall. The next few days, when he could bear to stand, he got up and paced and punched a wall before being forced back into bed.

Mostly, he stared at the walls and imagined tearing them apart and he hated. Oh God, did he hate and it was all at himself. He did it again. He did a-fucking-gain. The thoughts ran through his mind in a spiral. The last time this happened, his best friend had been there to question and judge and make him promise. Ronan said that it wouldn’t happen again. He'd meant it.

He lay in bed, gnawing on the leather bracelet like a dog. The hole in the band grew until it began to break into pieces. Only then did he stop, in order to tear it apart. Well, he tried to. What actually happened washe gritted his teeth in pain and snapped the band hard against his bed.

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Adam hadn't slept. He paced in the hospital waiting room as staff gave him updates, telling him that Ronan wasn't conscious yet, that they had to make sure he was stable, all things he didn't really listen to. They were just excuses to keep him away and he hated them equally.

As soon as he got word that Ronan was awake and he was allowed to visit, he rushed in. He didn't know what he was expecting. Ronan wasn't going anywhere and he certainly wouldn't be happy to see anyone.

But still, just seeing him alive was enough to make Adam's heart jump. He shut the door behind him and went to the bed, reaching over to gently take his hand and stop him from chewing on his wristband.

Ivar was at the hospital just long enough to get his wounds patched up. The staff knew by now better than to let the Viking stay a minute longer than he absolutely had to. Really, most of his injuries were pretty superficial, only the deep cuts to his shoulder and arms requiring a little more care.

As far as Ronan went, he asked just enough to make sure that he was alright, wasn't going to die, and which room he was in. Ivar's fury towards his idiot friend and more idiotic boyfriend still hadn't abated. He went home, played with Winter, and got some sleep. When he woke up, it was dark outside. Heading back to the hospital, he tried to remain inconspicuous as he went to Ronan's room. Visiting hours were long since past, but he didn't care so long as he didn't run into the idiot boyfriend. Ivar had a bone to pick with Adam, but that would come later.

He pushed open the door to find Ronan looking rather like a dog trying to work its way out of a collar. Ivar wheeled himself over to the bed, looking every bit the dark, terrifying Viking he was. He examined Ronan for a minute. "Aren't you a sight?" Then he socked him hard in the jaw. "That's for making me afraid that you were going to die, you fucking selfish prick!" What Ivar really meant went unsaid. 'How dare you make me worry about you? Don't you realize I care enough about you to get scared when you're hurt?'

Cisco shows up on the first day, when Ronan is still under strict doctor's orders not to move. His arrival is, doubtless, surprising to Ronan, since it's not exactly public knowledge that he is in here. Furthermore, Cisco arrives pale in the face and round-eyed with worry. He comes up to Ronan's bedside without a word, sinking into the chair there, visibly trembling slightly. It's early in the morning, and if Ronan looks carefully, he'll see that Cisco hasn't shaved, that he looks less put together than usual, as if he had just thrown on whatever clothes were nearby in a hurry.

"You're alive." The relief in Cisco's voice is stark, obvious.

His eyes dart to roughly where the wound on Ronan's stomach was, though it's hidden now beneath blankets and sheets. How he knows where that wound was, how he knew to come here at all, is just a big mystery for the time being.

Edited 2017-11-30 13:09 (UTC)

Ronan had been dreading this moment. He wanted to go home with Adam and wait until they forgot all about this, but it was that long span of time in between he wished he could skip. Adam hadn't been to visit him the last time he was in the hospital, having been caught. Ronan still didn't know why he'd tried to go, he guessed Gansey had that effect on everyone. That night, for Ronan, the effect wasn't to make him sneak out of his home but to feel worse than before staring into his friend's face.

There were no words to describe how much he didn't want to see that look on Adam's face. Or if there were, he didn't know them. After a quick glance when Adam entered, he went back to staring at the wall. The look on his face hardened.

He should say something. Go away. Stay. I didn't mean to. No, we know I did.

When Adam touched his hand, Ronan uncurled his fingers and wound them around Adam's. Forgotten, the battered wristband slid down his arm. He let out a breath.

"I'm sorry." The words weren't soft or quiet, but they both knew where his anger was directed. The night horrors's attack made sure of that.

There were several things Ronan had wanted to say to Ivar. Thanking him was obvious, telling him off for insulting his boyfriend was another, and apologizing for his boyfriend threatening him was yet another. Getting punched tended to make one forget all about those things.

Ronan might be still be weak. His shoulder was a mess, his stomach even worse, but he had one good arm. Too late to stop the punch, he grabbed Ivar's arm in case he went for seconds. His grip wasn't tight enough to hold him, but it might not have been even if he were healthy. He almost yelled at him, but he could voice no denials. Ivar didn't know the whole truth. That didn't mean Ronan could lie to him.

He let go of Ivar. "You saved my life, so I'm gonna let that one go. Don't fucking do it again." Ronan had never used this voice with Ivar before. Cold, angry, venomous, and strangely quiet. His bright blue eyes had somehow darkened. "You have anything else you want to get off your chest?"

Ronan didn't look at him, and Adam instantly felt worried. He had to tell himself that Ronan wasn't upset with him, that this wasn't Adam's fault. He was upset with himself and didn't want to see Adam feel the same way.

He decided that he shouldn't be upset, then. At least, not until Ronan was out of the hospital. Right now, he had to make sure Ronan recovered quickly.

He squeezed his hand and sat next to him on the edge of the bed, glad to be around his boyfriend even if Ronan's hand was a little too cold for his liking right now.

"Don't," he murmured. "It's all fine." Not necessarily okay or good, but Ronan was alive and that meant things were fine. He kept quiet, wondering if Ronan would prefer that to speaking.

Ronan was surprised enough that he froze with mid-chew. Then he pulled his hand away from his teeth, closed his mouth, and swallowed any miniscule bits of leather he'd chewed off.

Cisco was here? Why? Yeah, if he wanted to drop by later, he could understand. But he'd clearly come here in a hurry. He was worried. Ronan didn't think he'd done anything to warrant that much concern. Hell, he hadn't even thanked Cisco for busting his ass trying to cover up Ronan's powers. Once he processed all of this, Ronan would probably feel guilty again.

Oh great, he spoke too soon. The guilt was hitting already.

"Yeah. I'm mostly in one piece now." He looked at Cisco warily. "How did you find out I'm here?"

Cisco hadn't been thinking about much at all as he rushed over here. If he'd been careful, and smart, he would have taken more time to put himself together, and would have thought up a good excuse for why he was there and how he'd found out that Ronan was hurt, so soon after it had happened. But he hadn't done those things, and now Ronan was - quite understandably - confused why Cisco was here, and he had no answer ready.

"I saw you get hurt."

It was the truth, but only a tiny, misleading fragment of it. Cisco was still too worried and shaken from the horrible violence he'd witnessed to worry about much else. Sure, he didn't know Ronan all that well, but he wouldn't want to see anyone get hurt like that. The vibe hadn't shown him everything, hadn't shown the entire fight, only flashes and snippets, enough to jolt Cisco awake with the certainty that either Ronan had been hurt very badly, or was about to be. He'd been too late to prevent it, though.

"I thought you were gonna die. Those- those monsters... they came out of your dreams?!"

Edited 2017-12-01 03:06 (UTC)

Ronan didn't agree with Adam's assessment but he didn't argue. He couldn't, not because he was exhausted or sore, but because he needed Adam here. Even if things weren't fine, they almost felt like they were when Adam said it. It almost felt like it'd be alright. They could walk out of the hospital, go back to their house, and spend every night together. This future was so simple that he knew it wouldn't work out that way.

Ronan took a deep breath and let it out again. He braced himself and looked at Adam. Whatever he was afraid of, he didn't see it. Deep down, he hadn't expected to.

"Are you alright?"

When Ronan looked at him, Adam seemed relieved and tired, but he was always tired. It was amazing how anger could disappear when he realized how lucky he was. All he could feel was gratitude that Ronan was alive.

He leaned closer, placing his other hand on top of Ronan's head and kissing his forehead.

"Yeah," he scoffed, as if it should have been obvious. "You wouldn't hurt me." He said it with a plain kind of certainty that he would never use with anyone else.

He paused, trying to think of something to cheer Ronan up. "They wouldn't let Chainsaw in for safety issues, but there's nothing wrong with opening up your window..."

Ivar's hand was now throbbing, and while he very much wanted to hit Ronan again, he decided turning his friend into a bloody pulp wasn't going to do much besides give him some satisfaction. He yanked his arm away from Ronan. "Yes. Don't ever do something like that again without telling me." Now he sounded less hard. There was something worried in his tone instead.

He sighed, suddenly feeling incredibly tired. It was hard, this feeling of caring about someone enough to be worried when there was a chance of them dying. It made him hurt inside and he hated that feeling. "You're one of the dumbest people I know. I would have loved to see what you would have done if I hadn't shown up. What were you going to do, hope you had enough bullets?"

Ronan's demeanor changed in an instant as his eyes narrowed and face hardened. His first instinct was to get on his feet. Before he could stop himself he sat up and the muscles in his abdomen spasmed. He bit his tongue to keep from yelling. Until the pain subsided, he stared at Cisco.

When he could speak, he didn't answer the question. "How did you see?" he asked sharply.

Ronan could think of one benign explanation: that Cisco had happened by and been too afraid to help. He could think of many other explanations that were far worse.

Frankly, Ronan didn't think he'd done a good job at not hurting Adam as a whole. But if Adam didn't want to talk about such murky and dangerous things as feelings just yet. Ronan wasn't going to ask beyond that.

"That's bullshit. They let me in." Chainsaw posed less of a threat than him. Hell, when he'd been dragged in he was a walking biohazard oozing blood and body parts.

Ronan didn't want to let go of Adam's hand just yet. "You don't have my poor bird circling the hospital, do you?"

Ronan wasn't ready to let go of his anger yet. His jaw hurt. He'd have another bruise to explain. Most of all he was so, so sick of all of this. Who was Ivar to judge? If he was so set on doing so, if he was so desperate for an answer, then he'd get it.

"Lock them in the building long enough to get away or die. I would've been fine if there weren't three of the fuckers." It had worked before. He'd had help finishing them off, but he'd gotten away on his own. "You want me to give you a call every time I fall asleep?"

In the moment, Ronan didn't care if Ivar already knew he'd dreamed the night horrors. He didn't care if he found out. Hell, he wanted to throw it in his face. This was Ronan's ugly truth. They were all his creations, all his monsters, and he'd fought them in his dreams nearly every night for the past month.

"You don't understand a damn thing."

Adam smirked a little, knowing full-well that Chainsaw was easier to handle than Ronan. At least Chainsaw rarely ran away.

"I told her I'd call her when the coast was clear. She's probably happily eating a rat right now." He rubbed the back of Ronan's hand with his thumb, nosing affectionately against his cheek.

"She can wait. I have you to myself finally." It was perhaps obvious that Adam was a little more clingy than usual, for understandable reasons.

Edited 2017-12-02 04:09 (UTC)

"Die? Die?!" Ivar's voice rose up, reaching almost a shrieking tone most unlike his usual growls. "You are not allowed to die! I-- I forbid it!" The words would have been absurd had he not meant them wholeheartedly. There was a certain arrogance from being on the top of Viking society that sometimes presented itself in Ivar, where he just expected people to obey him.

Ivar folded his arms, face impassive as he heard what he thought of as excuses from Ronan. "I understand enough to know that you don't have an ounce of common sense in your head. Instead of turning to someone else for help, like me who's killed more creatures in the past eight months than you've had hot dinners, or even that idiot boyfriend of yours, you thought to handle this all on your own. That's sheer idiocy!"

Frankly, the fact these creatures had come out of Ronan's mind didn't concern him as much as it should have. Ronan's powers have always been strange, so this just added on another aspect to them.

When Ronan sat up, Cisco reached out both hands as if to urge him to remain lying down, face still pale, eyes round with worry. There had been so much blood, and even if they had gotten him stitched up, Cisco was sure that Ronan wasn't supposed to move much just yet.

The anger on Ronan's face was strange to him, until it clicked what he must be thinking - that to see him, Cisco must have been there, and if he was there, why did he stand by and do nothing? Swallowing, Cisco twisted his hands together in his lap. Even in a situation like this, it was hard, saying the words. But he'd found out about Ronan's powers, and knew that Ronan had kept them secret, at least. There was very little actual danger involved in telling him. And yet...

Cisco had a few false starts, opening his mouth and then closing it again, before he managed to choke out, "I... see things, sometimes. Um. Visions." And then, after one last look around to make sure no one was coming through the door, no one was around to overhear him, he reiterates, "I had a vision. I thought- sometimes I get them before stuff actually happens, and I can stop it, but this time it was too late..."

That at least would explain the urgency, his thrown-together appearance, why he was so out of breath.

Edited 2017-12-02 20:44 (UTC)

Ronan turned his face to rub his cheek against Adam's. He squeezed Adam's hand, then slowly moved his other arm. He would have liked to wrap it around Adam's waist and pull him closer, preferably onto the bed, but the twinge in his shoulder grew more insistent. He settled for enclosing Adam's hand in both of his.

"Thanks." He didn't have to specify for what. It covered a lot of things.

That reaction was so ridiculous that Ronan felt no surge of guilt at Ivar's distress, but his worry did stop him from laughing. The absurdity almost made him forget his anger. Then Ivar had to go and insult his boyfriend.

"Don't call Adam that. You have no idea what he can do," he snapped. "And don't even think about touching him." Some of the details of last night were fuzzy, but trying to keep the two of them from killing each other wasn't something he could easily forget.

With that out of the way, he leaned back to rest against the bed. "What the hell can you do anyway? Babysit me every night? I don't need--" He cut himself off with a snarl of frustration. He couldn't say what was obviously a lie. He very clearly did need help.

"You're psychic?" Ronan remained tense, but there was no longer an edge to his voice. He paused, easing back onto his hospital bed.

Tired as he was, things clicked into place. Cisco's panic was understandable, given what he'd seen. Ronan imagined the scene looked worse from an outsider's point of view. Most importantly, Cisco was someone he could trust. He wasn't lying before, when he'd tried to cover up Ronan's broadcasted memory.

"Yeah, they're from my dreams. It was a shitty month." As if that explained everything.

"I- guess. Kinda, sure. Please don't tell anybody."

It wasn't how Cisco thought of himself, and he was sure there were any number of differences between the kind of things he could do and the psychics that Ronan had known back in Virginia. But for the purposes of this conversation, he was probably close enough not to quibble over the terminology. He hadn't come here with the intent of explaining his metahuman powers - he'd come to make sure Ronan was alright.

He was glad to see Ronan relaxing back against the bed, calming down a little. He seemed less mad, though still somewhat miserable. Understandably. Who wouldn't be miserable, in a hospital, after being attacked by horrifying monsters.

"You sound... like, not surprised. Are you in shock or is this- has this happened before?"

Cisco had a sneaking suspicion it was the latter, but you never could tell.

"Come on, man. I'm not that much of a hypocrite." Ronan was almost insulted but he remembered his own reaction when Cisco learned of his powers.

Now that he'd had time to process it, the surprise left him quickly. Psychics he could deal with. So far Cisco had been a lot less annoying than the ones back home.

He made a shower of considering Cisco for a moment. He didn't look for any differences. There wouldn't be any to see, but it did give him time to decide how to answer. In his end, exhaustion won. Keeping so many secrets for so long drained him. Whenever he had a chance to talk to someone about his powers it was something of a relief, no matter how heated the conversation got.

If he was relieved now, it didn't show. "It happened about two years ago," he said at last. "I had it under control until last night." Frustration leaked into his voice. The muscles in his neck tightened.

"If like must meet like to be happy, you two are the perfect fucking couple. Matching idiocy." He spat the words out with no small part of bitterness and jealousy. Ivar was just going to brush that mention of going after Adam again under the rug. He never forgot an insult and having a gun pointed in his face after he'd just been trying to help was a pretty big one.

"--Help?" Ivar finished the thought off. Some of his anger was starting to fizzle back down to a manageable level. "Ronan, if there's one thing I've learned from being a cripple all these years, it's that no matter how badly you want to do things all on your own, sometimes, you just have to swallow your pride, and let someone else help you out." Words of wisdom from an angry Viking that couldn't use his legs.

Adam relaxed when Ronan responded to his affection. He had worried that Ronan would push him away. The last time this happened, it was Gansey who dealt with it. Adam didn't know what to do except this.

"Stop," he complained softly. He didn't want an apology or any gratitude. He wasn't upset because Ronan inconvenienced him, more that Ronan tried to do it on his own. But it wasn't about Adam right now.

"Focus on recovering so we can go home. This bed's awful small for the two of us." All he wanted was to make it known that he would follow Ronan anywhere, whether it was an abandoned warehouse in the middle of the night, a hospital bed, or even another universe.

"I said don't call him that!" Ronan's chest and stomach hurt from yelling, but it was an outburst that he didn't even try to stop.

He was fairly confident that Ivar wouldn't seriously hurt him, that was why he was here yelling at him. But Adam-- Ronan resolved now to keep them apart. Aside from the death threats, there was something dark in Ivar's voice. It almost reminded him of when Ronan...

He lost his train of thought and couldn't get it back. He just knew that things could get ugly and he couldn't stand to hear Adam insulted like this. His hand shook and he clenched his hand into a fist to stop them. The anger was harder to contain.

Ivar was just trying to help. He was a viking. He didn't get these things. He reminded himself for the hundredth time.

He breathed out through his clenched teeth and tried talking again. "It's not pride. I didn't want anyone else to get hurt. So yeah. Obviously, I fucked that one up." The message there was: you're right. He just didn't know how to get around saying the words.

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