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"I don't need no doctor, 'cause I know what's ailing me."
Saturday, December 15th, 2012 10:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nickthewarblerWho: Nick Matheson and Jeff Hinton
What: Finding a new normal
Where: Nick & Jeff's place
When: Monday morning, about a week after Blaine's attack
It was morning again. Sometimes, mornings seemed to come quicker than Nick was ready for, just because it often felt like he needed that little bit more rest to make it through the days. He was up, though, and after a trip to the bathroom and brushing his teeth, Nick jumped in the shower for a quick wash to wake himself up. Now he had pulled on some sweats and a hoodie, and still had a few things to get to before heading out to a doctor's appointment... for Jeff. That morning, Jeff woke up feeling a little off, and it seemed that Nick had managed to swap germs with the love of his life from a flu he had been fighting all week that seemed to make everything a lot more exhausting. The thing these days about falling ill, whatever it was, was that everything else still needed to be seeing to. Namely, helping Jeff with all the things he couldn't do himself these days. This was their new life, their new normal, and they were still trying to find their feet with it.
He exited their bathroom and went back to their bedroom. Jeff was still lying in bed waiting patiently. At least, it was hopefully patiently. Sometimes, he hated the wait. Nick shot him a tired smile and kicked the breaks off his wheelchair to wheel it up to the side of the bed for him. "What's on the menu first?" he asked, setting the breaks again with his foot to wait for Jeff to sit up. They hadn't even managed to really get a flowing morning routine. Sometimes, it all worked smoothly, others, it just went to absolute shit that could leave them both frustrated or even upset. Nick hated those mornings because he felt so helpless... and often useless or inadequate at taking of Jeff. That's all he wanted to do, but sometimes he just felt like a failure at it.
Most days, he still couldn't believe Jeff was disabled, or just how much their entire lives had been turned upside down because of it. Most days, there was still even just a few minutes that he wished everything could go back to before the accident when life just seemed so free and easy. Most days, he realised that was impossible.
What: Finding a new normal
Where: Nick & Jeff's place
When: Monday morning, about a week after Blaine's attack
It was morning again. Sometimes, mornings seemed to come quicker than Nick was ready for, just because it often felt like he needed that little bit more rest to make it through the days. He was up, though, and after a trip to the bathroom and brushing his teeth, Nick jumped in the shower for a quick wash to wake himself up. Now he had pulled on some sweats and a hoodie, and still had a few things to get to before heading out to a doctor's appointment... for Jeff. That morning, Jeff woke up feeling a little off, and it seemed that Nick had managed to swap germs with the love of his life from a flu he had been fighting all week that seemed to make everything a lot more exhausting. The thing these days about falling ill, whatever it was, was that everything else still needed to be seeing to. Namely, helping Jeff with all the things he couldn't do himself these days. This was their new life, their new normal, and they were still trying to find their feet with it.
He exited their bathroom and went back to their bedroom. Jeff was still lying in bed waiting patiently. At least, it was hopefully patiently. Sometimes, he hated the wait. Nick shot him a tired smile and kicked the breaks off his wheelchair to wheel it up to the side of the bed for him. "What's on the menu first?" he asked, setting the breaks again with his foot to wait for Jeff to sit up. They hadn't even managed to really get a flowing morning routine. Sometimes, it all worked smoothly, others, it just went to absolute shit that could leave them both frustrated or even upset. Nick hated those mornings because he felt so helpless... and often useless or inadequate at taking of Jeff. That's all he wanted to do, but sometimes he just felt like a failure at it.
Most days, he still couldn't believe Jeff was disabled, or just how much their entire lives had been turned upside down because of it. Most days, there was still even just a few minutes that he wished everything could go back to before the accident when life just seemed so free and easy. Most days, he realised that was impossible.
