wickerpark | [Hadyn & Elisha] Burn Baby Burn

Glass was a relatively dangerous art, but wasn't that dangerous if you were careful. Which Elisha was, as a rule. Today had been an anomaly, really - which was probably why Rhiann was freaking out next to him in the waiting room.

"It's just a minor burn," he told her mildly. "It's going to be fine, you know." Unspoken was the fact that they both worked with fire. And that he'd really like it if she got a grip.

"I know," she started, but then one of the nurses' voices cut across the crowded room like a bull horn. "Elisha Kagan! Come back with me now," and Rhiann flopped back in the chair. "I'll drive you back when you're out," she muttered.

Shouldn't be long, he thought as he followed the nurse, cradling his arm in his hand and then flopping down on the gurnee she waved him at. "Need anymore painkillers, sweetie?" she asked. "Otherwise, the doctor will be in to check that burn shortly."

He waved his good hand. "Nah, I'm fine. The triage nurse got me taken care of."

"Doctor'll be in shortly then," she said, and pulled the curtain around him. He leaned back. Hadyn was, he was pretty sure, on rotation tonight. Maybe he'd run into him.

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"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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