[Hadyn & Elisha] Burn Baby Burn

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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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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?"

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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."

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"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."

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"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."