fellowshippers | Consequences of Silence

Title: Consequences of Silence
Author: The Phantom Writer

silentnumbsmoke
Pairing: BB/DM
Pairing: PG-13
Feedback: I'd really appreciate it! ...please...?
Disclaimer: This isn't real. Nope, not so much.
Notes: This is... angsty fluff? I guess that's the best way to put it. It involves a hospital, so that's angsty, but... there's fluffers in there as well.

Another spark word fic. The word (waiting) came from my book The Writer's Block.

I’ve been waiting here in the emergency room for three hours. I squirm nervously and notice a young couple beside me, watching my fidgeting fingers, their hands clasped together. With a sigh, I still my hands and place them on my thighs. This is the first that I realize that my leg is bouncing up and down anxiously. Rolling my eyes, I curse at the rush of restlessness that is coursing through my veins. Damn my body for shaking uncontrollably. Damn this waiting room. Damn these fucking uncomfortable plastic chairs; I shift, pulling at a crick in my neck. Damn Dominic. Damn his cold. Damn his need to take medications for a simple illness. Damn the doctor for filling out the meds prescription incorrectly. Damn Dom for having such a violent reaction to the incorrect dosage. Damn me for panicking. Damn me for freaking out. Finally, damn me for caring more than a best mate should. Damn me for wanting to take Dominic’s shivering body in my embrace, kissing the cold sweat from his temple. Damn the fucking doctors for taking such a long time with Dom! Damn them for making me sit, fretting, for three god damn hours!

Damn me for not having already told Dominic of this… crush? No, crush sounds so elementary. Lust? No. True, his body makes mine heat up in southern regions, but I don’t only want him for his looks and stature. Obsession? I sigh. No. This is not an obsession, I try to convince myself. Just because I dream of him at night, day dream of him during the day and wish, at all hours, that he is where I am, doesn’t mean that I’m obsessed. Just because he’s the only thing I ever think about… Damn, I’m obsessed. I still wouldn’t call it an obsession, though. It’s love, I finally decide firmly. I absolutely adore everything about Dominic: his eyes, his expressive hands, his rings, his love for trees and animals, his giggle, his crooked jawline, his perverse mind, and all his little quirks and habits… I love it all. I love him.

I love him.

I love Dominic Monaghan.

Anyway, damn me for not having already told Dom of this love I harbor for him, as Orlando and Elijah told me to do months ago.

Why haven’t they come back with Dominic yet? What if he’s not going to be all right? I’ll never forgive myself for fumbling over the phone key pad as I tried to call the emergency number. I’d always laughed, in sitcoms, when a character, freaking out, would yell out, “Quick! What’s the number for 911?” I would never laugh at that again. As stupid as it seems, it had happened to me. I stood at the phone for a solid minute, wracking my brain for the number. Of course, I was incredibly distracted by Dom, who was laying on the floor, sweating and choking. He’d collapsed only minutes after taking his new prescription.

~~~

“Elijah said that you needed to talk to me, Bills?” Dom lay the pills on his tongue before raising a glass of water to his lips.

“What?” I looked up quickly. If Elijah said something…

Dominic turned, walking into the living room with the glass still in his right hand. “I dunno,” he sneezed, sniffing as he dug into his pocket for a handkerchief, “I was trying to make arrangements to go see a movie with him this weekend, and he sent me one of those fucking all-knowing smirks and suggested that I talk to you.”

My eyes narrowed. Oh, I knew that smirk all too well.

“So?” I raised my eyes back up to Dom just in time to see him wrinkle his voice and look down, inspecting his water. “Hey, Bills, is something different about our water?”

“What?” I mumbled, distracted by thoughts of what legal torture devices I could use on our young friend.

“Billy…” I was snapped from my reverie as the glass was dropped, shattering on the hard-wood flooring.

“Dom?”

A deep frown engrained on his lips, Dom stumbled forward towards me. “Dom!” I exclaimed. “Watch out for the glass!”

“Bill!” Dom exclaimed, closing his eyes and raising a hand to his head dizzily.

“What the fuck, Dom?”

Dom glanced up at me, his blue-gray eyes hazy and glazed over.

A violent shudder and a yell later, Dominic was on the ground, sweating profusely, paling before my eyes, and I was running to my mobile, which was laying on the table.

“Billy…”

~~~

“Mr. Boyd?”

I am snapped from the vivid memory gratefully. “Yes?” I ask, standing quickly and stumbling – my right foot has fallen to a deep sleep.

“Your friend, Mr. Monaghan, is going to be just fine.”

I sigh in relief, my body slumping from its tense, rigid stature.

“We had to pump his stomach to rid him of the medication. I’m afraid he has had an allergic reaction to this medication – and, even if he didn’t, he may have had a similar reaction, because this was, by a long shot, the wrong prescription for his illness.”

My eyes widen. He was given the wrong prescription?

“We have the name of his doctor, and we’ll definitely be getting in contact with him. We would understand, of course, if you’d like to press charges. If you hadn’t moved as quickly as you had, then it may have been a struggle for Mr. Monaghan’s life.”

I mouth silently for a moment before raising my hand to stop him from continuing. “As angry (I’m going to kill him!) as I am at Dom’s doctor, I’ll be talking to the man myself before I make any decisions.”

The doctor before me smiles, nodding. “Of course. Now, if you’ll follow me, Mr. Monaghan is asking to see you.”

I shake my foot out gently, trying to rid it of the uncomfortable, tingling feeling. “When will he be able to leave?”

“Oh, in about an hour or so. It shouldn’t be long. We have a correct prescription for him; he should rest for the next day or two.”

“Of course,” I nod in understanding as we turn into a partition, where Dominic is laying in a bed, an IV attached to his arm. He grins as soon as his eyes meet mine.

“Billy!” He exclaims, weakly pushing himself to a sitting position “Hiya,” he smiles.

“Hi, Dommie,” I smile, moving towards him to place a hand on his shoulder – my first reaction is to take his hand, of course, but… we can’t have everything we want. “How are you feeling?”

“Eh,” Dom shrugs. “There are lots of good looking nurses here, so I’m holding on.”

I force a grin onto my lips and chuckle humorlessly. It feels like I’ve been slapped.

“You’ll be able to leave in about an hour, Mr. Monaghan,” the doctor speaks before disappearing.

Dominic’s smile fades and he sighs, leaning back into his pillow. “Wow… this was intense, huh?”

“Yeah,” I agree, sinking slowly into the seat beside his bed. At least it’s a bit more comfortable than the plastic ones in the waiting room.

“You know what I was thinking as soon as I realized that the medicine was screwing me up?” Dom asks, glancing down at his hands, which look incredibly naked without his rings.

“'Fuck?'” I offer with a smile.

He lets out a dry chuckle. “Well, that too, but… as I lay there, unable to breathe, I realized: I never told Billy.”

“Never told me what?” My heart speeds up a little and my throat is suddenly dry. I need water.

“I never told you that I love you.”

I blink. Once. Twice. Three times before I truly understand what Dominic just said. “What?”

“Fuck…” Dominic digs the heels of his palms into his eye sockets angrily. “I’m sorry, Bills… I shouldn’t have said anything. I’m not trying to fuck anything up, I – ”

He’s interrupted as my lips press gently against his.

I pull away a moment later, grinning.

Dominic looks completely baffled. He licks his lips, staring at me. “…oh.”

Finally, his look of apprehension disappears and a smile graces his lips. He takes my hands and I push in for another kiss.

Consequences of Silence

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