Steven G. Rogers (
thekidfrombrooklyn) wrote2012-08-10 10:44 pm
[oom: Orpheus]
[Previously.]
Steve's hand hovers over the small of Orpheus's back as they go upstairs to his room. He's still not sure what happened earlier, when they tried dancing, but the more important thing is that Orpheus is hurting and it's within Steve's power to help. Maybe even make him feel better.
This, he thinks, is what you do when you care about someone. Two backs to carry the burdens.
"Do you need help undressing?" he asks when they're in Orpheus's room.
Steve's hand hovers over the small of Orpheus's back as they go upstairs to his room. He's still not sure what happened earlier, when they tried dancing, but the more important thing is that Orpheus is hurting and it's within Steve's power to help. Maybe even make him feel better.
This, he thinks, is what you do when you care about someone. Two backs to carry the burdens.
"Do you need help undressing?" he asks when they're in Orpheus's room.

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He wipes his eyes with his wrist.
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"Thanks," he says quietly.
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"That song you were humming, what was that?"
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"How about you lie down and I'll see if there's anything helpful in here."
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"Have I ever told you my mom was a nurse?"
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"No," he says, "but it makes sense."
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"Anyway, we're going to treat these like abrasions. I think that'll help the healing best. So this," he holds up the tube, "will help with the pain, and these," the Band-Aids, "will protect your fingertips while they heal.
"Ready? It may sting a bit."
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He says softly, "Sometimes when I couldn't breathe, she'd boil water in the tea kettle and have me breathe the steam. It helped a lot."
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"I'm ready for your other hand."
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[ooc: Bedtime.]
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[ooc: Goodnight!]
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"She was strong, though. I sometimes think she kept me alive out of sheer stubborness. I caught everything that came through the neighborhood--from the flu when I was baby to broken bones when I got older.
"She was a nurse in a TB ward and that's what finally got her in the end. I think she was just worn down."
He doesn't look up once while he speaks.
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"Thank you."
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"I miss her," he says simply. "I wonder sometimes, what'd she think about me like this."
Bigger. Stronger. Healthy at last. Serving his country.
In tights.
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"And what do you think?"
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