He nodded. “Soon as I could. She’ll get here tomorrow.” Or a few hours sooner, depending how fast she’d be sailing the boat.
Humming softly to himself, he heaved a sigh, grimacing slightly and staring at the ceiling yet again. That was good, because usually she’d find out about it when they got home, and he had a new bruise, open wound or scar that she hadn’t mapped out on his body. She’d always yell at them for not keeping her in the loop about this sort of thing, or anything they did out of the country. At least this time they were…sorta following the rules.
Eyes narrowing at the ceiling tiles, they’d become half-lidded. “Tired…” He’d mutter in a groggy tone; to be honest he couldn’t even make out what he said. In about a minute flat, he was already in lala-dream-land.
Sully blinked. ”The bullet hit an artery, kid. You were bleeding out.”
His hands fell away from his face, and he found himself looking back to Sully from his perch. “…Did you tell Elena?”
"You’re alright," he reassured, a twinge of exasperation in his tone. "The transfusion went well, they’re getting painkillers and fluids in you now…" he shook his head as if to clear it. "A night’s rest here and you’ll be good as new."
"The hell — I lost that much blood?” He questioned, not moving his hands from his face.
Despite everything, Sully’s hand wandered over to his arm where his blood had been drawn, covering the spot protectively.
"…From this side, kid?”
His brow furrowed and he sank further into the bed, as much as it would allow. Bringing his hands to his face, he;d let out a whine between parted fingers. “Craaaaaaaap…”
"Just for the night, if all goes well," Sully nodded. "They’re not sending you away till you’ve gotten some of your color back."
Nathan blinked. “Do I…really look that bad?”
"Nonono, stay down, son," he urged, pushing him back down gently. "Just take it easy."
He’d continue to pout, like a child. “They say how long I have to be here for?”
"Relax," he insisted. "You just worry about getting some rest. You lost a lot of blood.”
And he would know.
A pout creases his features, as he atempts to slump in the bed, which causes a whirlwind of pain to surge up his side. Fuckin’ baby. “Ow ow ow owwoowoowow…”
“‘m fine,” he muttered. Christ, kid almost bled to death, and all he seemed to be worried about was -
He noticed the warmth in his balled-up fist, and realized that the used gauze had been hiding in there the whole time. He discretely shoved it into his pocket. “You’re the one in a hospital bed, kid,” he added with a mirthless chuckle.
He couldn’t help but frown at the older male. “So?” He questioned. “…Doesn’t mean I don;t have room to worry.”
"Yeah, you did." The smile faded as quickly as it’d came as Sully remembered the drive over. "Not too long after I got you in the seat." He raised a hand to his face and pinched the bridge of his nose. He probably should’ve gotten something to eat hours ago.
"You okay?" Nathan inquired. He knew the answer to that question all to well. Why’d he even ahve to ask? Because although he was the one lying in the hospital bed, he could read the worry on Sully’s face.
Sully stirred in the seat by Nate’s bedside, having been in and out himself after the transfusion. He blinked, noticing the gauze still taped to the crook of his arm, and ripped it away.
"Hey kid," he said softly, a small smile beginning to soften his weary features. "Welcome back." He studied him for a moment. "Doc said you were lucky. Bullet went clean through."
"Hey…" Came a raspy response, head lolling to the left hand side of the bed, where Sully had perched himself in the chair at his bedside. Lucky…huh. He didn’t feel that lucky. "Did I…pass out on our way here?" He could only imagine how scared Sully must’a been.