wickerpark | [Hadyn & Elisha] Burn Baby Burn

Hadyn was convinced his brain was going to melt of pour out of his ears as he looked at his patient, Adam. This was then ninth visit Adam had made to the ER since Hadyn had started working at Masonic, and it was the same thing every time. His chart was even notated with 'Munchausen', which made everything even more difficult. After all, what if Adam was actually sick this time?

But as usual, all the test came back clean. And Hadyn had just spent thirty minutes telling him that 'no, Adam, I am not going to order a CT', 'No, Adam, you don't have a tumor'.

"Adam, please, I'm going to give you a number. Dr. Allen is a fine doctor who specializes in your condition, she can help you much more than we can here." Hadyn said with a smile as he motioned for the nurse. "Sarah's going to get your paperwork in order, okay." Silently he begged the powers that be that Adam wouldn't come back in next week. That or he was calling Dr. Allen himself.

"You have a burn in One," one of the other nurses said as he backed out of the room with Adam. "Should be better than Adam. Cuter too." She smiled at that and winked at Hadyn would made him laugh.

"Hey, I'm seeing someone you know," He said as they walked toward One.

"Mm-hmm, Honey, I ain't seen this mystery boyfriend of yours, Baby doll. I don't know if I believe in fairy tales." She teased as she handed him the chart.

"You're cold, Cora. Cold." He said, not looking at the file until he pulled the curtain back enough to let him. "Hello....Mr. Kagan." He said, looking up from the name on the chart with a rather pronounced arched brow. "Do I even want to know?"

"....Hello, dear." Elisha said in what he considered excellent recovery. After all, what had been the odds?

Not in his favor, clearly. Or in his favor, depending upon your perspective. This was probably the most conscious he'd seen Hadyn in a week.

"Would you believe that I was baking brownies?" He asked, widening his eyes with mock-innocence.

"Mmm," Hadyn said with a tilt of his head as he squinted a little. "I can pretend to believe it." He said, setting the chart down on the side table before be pulled on a pair of new gloves and kicked the rolling stool over to the bedside.

"Let me see," he said as he sat and took Elisha's arm into his hands. He moved the arm about rather gingerly, "does it hurt?" He asked, which to some might have seemed rather obvious. But the burn was enough to possibly been a 3rd degree. It really just depended on just how much pain Elisha felt.

"You know, when you said we needed to make more time for each other, I rather thought you meant dinner. I would suggest not setting too much of yourself on fire."

"Hurts like a son of a bitch," Elisha said matter-of-factly. If you looked closely, you could see white lines around his lips from holding the pain in. There wasn't any use in groaning about it in the waiting room.

Well, and triage had given him something for it. Not enough, but enough to make it less searing.

"You know me and dramatic gestures," he said. "We've been conspiring at the studio to get someone to back into me while I was turning the gather on the pipe. It only came together today."

Well, that was a good sign. Even if Elisha wouldn't agree with the statement at the moment. But the pain implied what he was hoping, which was that it was second degree burn, still...It was on the cusp.

"It's probably just a second degree burn, but it's deep." He said as he turned Elisha's arm in his hands. "We'll clean it, and dress it in burn dressings. Send you home with some painkillers. Should help with the swelling as well." Hadyn said in a rather professional manner as he pushed back from the bed and stood to type into the computer as he ordered up the medication and dressings.

At that point, he normally would have left the nurses to deal with it. But, peaking out of the curtains he motioned to Cora. "Can you get the medication I put into his file, and some burn dressings. I'll grab the saline to clean the wound. And is Pat back yet?"

"Oh, he just got back. You lucky, he's got a couple of crack addicts in trauma. Mmmm-mm, Boy. Them some sort of nightmare." Cora said as she turned to walk off for the medication. Hadyn couldn't help the smile on his face. He'd miss Cora when he moved to Laurie. Telling Elisha he'd be back, he moved collect the supplies he needed.

Moving back into the room, he chewed on his bottom lip a moment. "You want something more for the pain?" He asked as he started setting up. "Because....this....is not going to be pleasant." He offered Elisha a small smile. "There isn't, really..." Well, burns sucked. But, things had improved a lot in the last 20 years.

There was no hesitation, really. He didn't feel the need to be a man about pain. "Yes," he said. "Please." He eyed the equipment Hadyn started setting up and wondered, for a moment, why he couldn't have taken up ceramics or something.

As Hadyn said frequently.

"So," he said conversationally as Hadyn ducked back in. "How much am I going to scream over this?" Because he'd wanted to already, of course, and he'd only held it back to keep the panic levels down for Rhiann - who would be useless back here.

"Honestly?" Hadyn said with a bit of a 'well' expression as he filled a plastic basin with some warm water and mild soap. He sighed a little as he sat it down, glancing at Cora as she came in and started typing at the computer and scanned the medications, and then Elisha's arm band. "A lot. You're, uh...You're not going to enjoy this."

It was an understatement. But, he did need to make sure there wasn't any dirt or anything foreign in the burn that could cause an infection.

"Hey, Cora." He said as she moved around the bed to give Elisha the Morphine through the IV on his good arm.

"Yeah, Sugar?" She said, reaching out to pat Elisha's good arm affectionately.

"Have you met my boyfriend," he said rather conversationally as he brought the tub over, and gingerly moved Elisha's arm around. "Elisha, this is Cora. She's convinced you don't exist."

It was going to be a good distraction for Elisha, he thought, as he dipped the rag into the tub and wrung it out before bringing it up to Elisha's hand to clean the burn.

Elisha wiggled his fingers in Cora's direction. "Hell..." he got out before Hadyn started to clean the burn. Hell just about covered it, he thought as he went white and turned his eyes to pin Hadyn with a hard glare. "He's ashamed of me," he managed between hissed out breaths to Cora. "I always knew he was hiding me away, you know."

That wasn't so bad, after all he thought as Hadyn paused. He wasn't going to look yet - it hurt less if he couldn't see it - but if that's all there was to it, then...

"Hatichat hara mizdayen batachat," he screamed out. "Zevel Ofot. I'm going to fucking kill you, Hadyn!"

"Oh-wee, boy. I wouldn't let him do that too you." Cora said, hiding her wince as Hadyn started. It only took a glance at him to realize he really wasn't enjoying this any more than Elisha was. "I think he owes you a couple drinks after this, what about you?"

She squeezed Elisha's hand as Hadyn started again, smiling at Elisha. It was always hard on folks, cleaning burns.

"ľúbim ťa," Hadyn said softly, glancing at Elisha before he focused on his work. "I'll buy you a few drinks, yeah? Treat you to a nice dinner. Dim Sum, maybe? Sounds good, actually. We could get take out." He said, pressing his lips together in a tight lipped smile as he dipped his rag in the water again and brought it up to Elisha's hand.

Elisha groaned as Hadyn started his next pass, squeezing his eyes shut. "You're buying me a whole bottle of whiskey," he said, gritting his teeth together. "Food option...son of a fucking bitch." He dug the fingers of his good hand into the gurnee bed to keep himself from swinging at Hadyn.

Probably he'd regret that later, he thought. Probably. "I want pierogies," he said when he could get his breath again, and almost speak like a normal person. He looked at Cora. "I think he owes me carbs after this. God knows getting him to eat something that's not a vegeta - motherfucker - vegetable is a hell of a battle."

"Go for steak and lobster, honey, if he's offering to buy." Cora said with a smile. Glancing at Hadyn, she was a little impressed with her little Doctor. He was focused, even as he cut away some of the dead skin. He was gonna make a good one, she thought. "Anyway, you gotta get that before he leaves for Laurie. Hear he's only got a couple more weeks here, and mmm. Think he owes us both from Lobster and Steak. So you better be getting me in on this deal."

And oh, don't get her started on Hadyn's salad addition. She'd considered have an intervention more than once.

"Just a bit more," Hadyn promised with a side long glance at Elisha. Looking at Cora, he nodded toward the gauze. "Can you get them ready?" He asked, as she nodded and moved around to his side of the bed. Hadyn cut a bit more skin away from the wound, and carefully washed away more of the skin and dirt before carefully patting it all dry.

The bandaging was the easy part, he thought as he started to wrap the wound. It was always, he thought, a bit less painful. And when he was done, he smiled a little at Cora as she patted his arm and gathered up the rest of the trash.

"Survive?" He asked as he looked at Elisha. "Sorry. I should have let Pat deal with it, but he had addicts." Which, meh. Hadyn was not going to miss the shit that rolled up into the Masonic ER. "But...my shift is up. So, I could make it up to you. Assuming you don't plan to punch me."

"I should make you take me to Lawry's," Elisha said in answer, "but I don't think I could actually enjoy making you pay for $100 prime rib tonight." He slumped back against the gurnee and closed his eyes, taking a few careful breaths.

Then he looked down at his arm, and looked back up at Hadyn. "So how long is this going to keep me out of the studio?" He asked. He had priorities.

"That's always a plus." Hadyn said with a slight smirk as he watched Elisha. "As much as it shouldn't be, but I will wait until you can enjoy your Lawry's to take you." Still, it was not the most pleasant of nights. Afternoons.

"Uh," he said, looking at the bandages. "Probably about three weeks before the burns are healed. Another couple of weeks after until the heat doesn't bother it. So, at least three. The rest would be up to you. But I recommend gloves, really."

Even if they weren't the most practical.

Standing, Hadyn scrubbed his face before peaking out into the ER around him. It was pretty busy, and Pat was the only other Doctor in. Sam was supposed to work, but had called in sick. And there were the Nurse Practitioners. "I can probably get out of here in an hour," he said, looking back at Elisha. "If you wanted company."

Hopefully he'd get out of here in an hour. The evening shift would be rolling in for their 12 hour shift soon.

"One of these days," apparently not for at least six weeks, he thought, making a face, "I'm going to take you to the studio so you can see what goes on." They all wore a plethora of safety gear. But accidents happened nonetheless, and when they did medical staff had a tendency to act like they were playing with 2500 degree ovens while stark naked or something.

Not actually the case, obviously

"I don't have anywhere to be," he said, though. "Rhiann drove me in my car, but she can drop it off at the house." Since he wouldn't be driving and Hadyn had this strange aversion to driver's licenses.

"You keep saying that," Hadyn said a bit wistfully. Still he nodded and smiled at Elisha. "I'll get Cora to process your release papers, and check on Pat. See how the addicts are going." He said with a bounce of his brows.

Slipping out of the room, he tossed his gloves in the trash and took a deep breath before poking his head in to see how Pat was doing. And then...

"Dr. Novak, we've got a patient in 5. Officers brought him in, child about 8 or 9, no guardian. Not talking. CPA is sending someone over, but it looks like he's got a broken arm."

So much for 'done in an hour'.

It was two hours after he last saw Elisha that he was walking out of the hospital, no scrubs and looking exhausted. "Hey," he said, finding Elisha. "Thought you'd have abandoned me by now."

Cora had been by his gurnee to talk over his release papers, and then Elisha had gone back to the waiting room, reassured Rhiann that he remained among the living, and gave her the key fob so she could take the car back home for him. "I have a feeling I won't be driving for a while," he said. "Studio work's going to be out for me for about two months. Maybe six weeks."

For a while he took up a chair in the waiting room, waiting for Hadyn to get out. But around the hour mark, he stepped outside and parked on a bench with his phone - calling the studio to let them know he'd be out for a while and they could take him off the schedule, calling his parents to let them know he'd had a work accident but was fine, a text to Leona to set up their quarterly review.

He might as well get something done while he was out. And also have some cocktails. If you wanted to kill those two birds with one stone, Leona was your girl.

By the time Hadyn made his appearance, he'd resorted to playing with his solitaire app as the sun was about to move towards dusk. "Probably would have walked over to Wellington soon," he said. "You've been released from custody?"

"I have," Hadyn said with a smile as he leaned in to steal a kiss from Elisha. "You know....I could really use a drink." He said, offering a weak smile. That last one, the kid. It had left a knot in his stomach. He, Officer Leanders and CPS Michelle Goodfry had spent the better part last hour discussing their options. And who the child was.

And then he'd spent the last twenty minutes hiding in the locker room as he tried to calm his own nerves. The kids always got him, Cora had said once, before she asked him if he really thought going to Laurie was the right thing for him.

"And...I filled your prescription." He said, holding up the bottle of hydrocodone. "Figured you might appreciate it once the morphine wears off."

"Do I get to have a drink if I take this?" Elisha asked, squinting at the bottle. "Because right now I'd rather have a whiskey than a pill." It had been a shitkicker of a day, and somehow it looked like Hadyn could still beat knocking a blowpipe against his right wrist.

He'd learned early on, though, not to ask what happened during a shift when Hadyn came in looking hollow. Hadyn couldn't really talk about it. The better option was to be a distraction.

"No, not really. I mean...it might not kill you, but medically speaking- and as your current physician I would not recommend mixing your narcotics." But he did really want a drink, he thought. Turning, though, he walked with Elisha toward Wellington station as he pulled his jacket a little more tightly around him.

"But alcohol dulls the senses, so it might work just as well as a pill." Either one would do the job, so to speak.

"And, did I mention that I am off the next two days? Because...I am off." And he was not on call either. So, even better.

"Whiskey wins," Elisha pronounced. "It always does. And as it happens, I believe I have some at home that you can pretend to have bought for me." He glanced over as Hadyn shivered slightly - he was always cold - and one-handedly tugged the scarf from around his neck. "Here," he said, awkwardly draping it on his boyfriend. "You New Yorkers have such thin blood. I don't know how you make it through February."

Well, he did. Hadyn looked like the Stay-Puft marshmallow man in his parka. Winter wasn't anyone's most stylish season in this city, to be fair.

He took the hydrocodene and dropped it in his messenger bag as they approached the station. He eyed the metal stairs leading to the platform with distinct dislike. "I hate the El," he muttered as he fumbled his ventra card out.

"Through having loving partners obviously," Hadyn said with a smirk as he wrapped the smirk about his neck. He was, though, one of the few people he knew that kept light jackets around even in the summer. Some buildings were cold. "Thanks."

However, the El comment got a raised brow as he moved through the stall. "Oh come on, it isn't that bad. Jordan and I use it every day."

Granted, they'd grown up using the Metro in New York, too. And neither had ever had a particular reason to drive. Ever. Not once. "And I don't ride my bike to work, so...its this or walking." Or a cab, he guessed. They could have used a cab.

Elisha gave Hadyn a long, patient look before he went through the turnstile and turned towards the Loop-bound Brown line train. "I hate the El today," he said, "because my dominant hand's wrapped in a bandage and we're about to go swimming against the stream up these stairs."

He usually used public transit himself. The car was mostly for transporting his pieces to galleries and grocery shopping. And massive cat food runs, which reminded him. "Since you're off the next two days, you know what you're going to have to do, right?"

Meows of rage, Hadyn. Pull-tab cans.

"Feed your poor, defenseless cat?" Hadyn asked with a raised brow as they made their way up the steps and toward the stand. "I think I can manage that, and even to possibly make you food. If you want to eat said food, might be questionable."

It wasn't that he was a terrible cook, but it was more than he....did tend to make salads.

"There is a way to a cats heart, and it involves both my hair and food." Because Q did like to chew on his hair far too much. "Oh, perfect. Trains here."

"He suffers terrible abuses," Elisha said, and hissed a little as someone pushing off the train nudged his arm. The next few weeks were going to be so much fun. He'd managed not to be too bad at the hospital - other than cursing his boyfriend with gonnorhea in a language he diidn't understand and having to clench onto the bed to avoid punching him in the face - but he was already starting to move into the grumpy stage. He raised a brow as he hung on to the pole and looked over at his boyfriend.

"All the carrot-kale-kiwi juice a man could ever want?" He said sardonically. That would be none, in his world. "If you really love me, you'd get me pizza. Or a nutella, peanut butter and banana crepe. With whipped cream. That's real love."

"How...have you survived to 30?" Hadyn asked in a bit of amazement. Though, he would get said food as requested. It was only fair when he had basically tortured his boyfriend for twenty minutes while cleaning a fresh burn.

"I just want you to know, carrot-kale-kiwi is amazing for you." If not the tastiest food. Okay, he had to admit more of the food he ate was fairly bland, but he liked it well enough.

The rest of the trip home was uneventful, though. And Hadyn managed to get Elisha home and into the house before excusing himself to the corner store for nutella, peanut butter, bananas and crepe wraps. He even ordered pizza delivery as he walked back to Elisha's place before letting himself back in.

"I have your heart attack as requested," Hadyn called as he closed and locked the door behind him. Turning toward the kitchen, he set the bag down before looking out toward the sitting room.

"And I ordered you the worlds lest healthy pizza I could imagine."

Elisha had managed, somehow, to pour himself a small whiskey with his left hand, and was slouched on the couch with the glass sitting very close to him on the coffee table. "Give it here," he said, though, straightening up. "And I promise I will eat salads with sad slices of grilled chicken for the rest of the week in exchange for this one night of self-pity feasting."

It was mostly self-pity that had him eating this way. The whiskey was helping, but his arm was throbbing in a way that was almost worse than the initial burn. But not as bad as the cure.

"You should try some," he said. "Nutella is one of the finest contributions to the world ever made by man. As is whipped cream."

Hadyn rolled his eyes a little, before he grabbed a crape and put it on plate for Elisha. Moving into the living room, he sat next to Elisha and just looked him over for a moment.

"You sure you won't want the pills?" He asked, a genuinely concerned look on his face as he reached for Elisha's whiskey and took a sip of it for himself.

"Probably better for the pain than the whiskey. Or, at least, faster." It would help him sleep, at least.

"Later," Elisha said with a stubborn set to his chin. It might not work as well, but having the whiskey burn down his throat instead of depending on a vicodin made him feel more in control of the situation.

He maneuvered with the fork on his left hand and took a bite of the crepe. He wasn't quite ambidextrous, but he was pretty close. Which was the saving grace here, really; he didn't want to deal with either making a mess or being fed until he was healed enough to deal with using his right hand at all.

He looked at Hadyn and the look he was starting to think of as Skeptical Doctor, and he sighed. "I'll just drink this one whiskey, and if I can't get to sleep tonight you can hit me with narcotics, okay?" he said. "But I don't like the way the morphine made me feel, so I'd prefer not."

"Fair," Hadyn said with a slight tip of his hair. People were generally of two minds with morphine- loved it, or hated it. The ones that loved it, typically, were the ones you worried about. And if Elisha was going to drink his own whiskey, that probably meant that Hadyn should get his own glass.

Standing back up, he found the glasses and bottle and poured himself his own glass. And for a moment he stared at it with a slight frown. He needed to really rethink his life plans, he thought. If he was going to go home to drink a whiskey every night...

Fuck it. Hadyn drank half the glass before he refilled it and turned back to the couch with Elisha. Smiling a little, he brought the bottle over as he sat. "Anything you want to watch? Might as well enjoy your time off, even if it wasn't the plan."

It had given him a splitting headache, even with the small amount he'd had. With the other pain, the headache had been a mere annoyance, but it was something he would have rather not had on top of his hand.

He took a sip of his whiskey as he toyed with the crepe. "We could put in a movie," he said after a minute. "I don't really watch much tv." And yes, despite this, he had a 55 inch tv in the living room and a full cable package.

He watched Q stalk across the room after a toy mouse and picked up his drink again. "Sometimes I just drug the cat instead of turning on the tv. Q on catnip is usually more entertaining."

"You're a strange man, who waste a lot of money on something he didn't use." Neither Jordan nor Hadyn paid for cable, because they weren't around enough to enjoy it. Or hadn't been. Hadyn started to miss it after residency, though. When he had days off that involved him staring at his wall with nothing to do.

So, ironically, he ran more.

"Movie it is then," he said softly as he turned the tv on and flipped it to OnDemand. After a little more discussion, they both settled on something they could agree on. And they could both nurse their whiskeys as they watched. And Hadyn tried not to make too much of a face at the crepe.

The cable was really for soccer season. Elisha was a determined fan of the Chicago Fire - even though they were terrible this year, and the stadium was out in the middle of the 'burbs. It wasn't like American football that was on every channel, either.

But soccer season was winding down, and the Fire were most definitely not in the championship this year.

He rolled his eyes a bit at the side-eye Hadyn was giving his delicious sugar concoction and didn't say anything until the door rang for pizza and Hadyn got up. He was, Elisha thought, a little wobbly, and he raised an eyebrow as he leaned forward to steady Hadyn with his good arm. "Okay there?"

Hadyn sat the pizza box down on the coffee table and and blinked a little before he smirked at Elisha. He probably should eat he thought as he sat. "I'm fine," he said, opening the box and taking a deep breath.

There was enough meat on the top of the pizza that Hadyn's stomach turned a little at the thought of it, but he offered Elisha a piece first. It didn't matter how much he needed to eat, or how hungry he was. This was going to take a lot of effort to convince himself to eat.

"I'm fine," he said again at the look on Elisha's face. It wasn't concern, but more akin to 'I don't know if I believe you'. "And I have your food, so...you could eat, then pass out and no one would think otherwise."

"Mmhmm," Elisha said, underlining the slight disbelief, and then snorting at the face Hadyn made at the pizza. "You really wish I kept kosher," he said with a laugh. The Kagans hadn't really bothered with that for a few generations, not since the last of the family had fled Europe shortly before World War II.

Still, he took a bite of the pizza, burning the roof of his mouth with the combination of sausage, onions and peppers before speaking again. "You could have gotten a margarhita if you wanted, you know. I probably wouldn't have whined."

"It is not my pity pizza," Hadyn said with a slight look and smile at Elisha. And if he were honest....he wouldn't have been as thrilled with a margarhita as people assumed he'd be. It was, sadly, a psychosis. Knowing that it was didn't make it easier.

Still, he picked up a piece of the pizza, "I'm going to eat this." He looked at Elisha again, "and your being kosher or not really just helps me eat well. If you were Kosher we'd have lease grease....or something." He doubted that, but he could pretend as he leaned in an took a bit of the pizza.

He took his time chewing before he finally swallowed, glancing at Elisha. "Mm, I'm never eating this again. Enjoy every bite while you can."

[Hadyn & Elisha] Burn Baby Burn

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