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thecapitol2015-08-28 11:15 pm
sociopathicwolf) wrote in thecapitol2015-08-28 11:15 pm
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don’t wanna let you down but i am hellbound
Who| Chuck Hansen and Derek Souza
What| waking up after the mini arena
Where| hospital/med area
When| backdated to the mini arena
Warnings/Notes| probably mentions of death and violence? will update as needed
The first time Derek wakes up, he thinks he’s still in the arena. There’s no other explanation for why he’s waking up at all - he’d known that if he didn’t win the arena, he was going to die. So he wakes up fighting, snarling and clawing and attacking anything that moves, whatever’s trying to pin him down.
They sedate him, but before he goes under, he hears their explanation. This isn’t the arena, they’d grabbed him before he died, he was saved by Snow’s benediction, and so were all of the mentors who’d been reaped.
So was Chuck.
The second time he wakes up, that’s all he can think about. It’s hard to believe when he held Chuck in his arms and watched him fade, when he heard the cannon sound in the arena - he heard that cannon twenty three times in his own arena, and not one of them ever came back.
He has to see for himself. If there’s even the slightest chance that it’s true, Derek can’t just lay in a hospital bed. He struggles up out of it, taking a moment to brace himself against the side of the bed while his legs get steady again.
Then he’s off, prowling around the hospital and ignoring the pain from his injuries or the way his stitches pull at his skin, intent only on finding his best friend.
What| waking up after the mini arena
Where| hospital/med area
When| backdated to the mini arena
Warnings/Notes| probably mentions of death and violence? will update as needed
The first time Derek wakes up, he thinks he’s still in the arena. There’s no other explanation for why he’s waking up at all - he’d known that if he didn’t win the arena, he was going to die. So he wakes up fighting, snarling and clawing and attacking anything that moves, whatever’s trying to pin him down.
They sedate him, but before he goes under, he hears their explanation. This isn’t the arena, they’d grabbed him before he died, he was saved by Snow’s benediction, and so were all of the mentors who’d been reaped.
So was Chuck.
The second time he wakes up, that’s all he can think about. It’s hard to believe when he held Chuck in his arms and watched him fade, when he heard the cannon sound in the arena - he heard that cannon twenty three times in his own arena, and not one of them ever came back.
He has to see for himself. If there’s even the slightest chance that it’s true, Derek can’t just lay in a hospital bed. He struggles up out of it, taking a moment to brace himself against the side of the bed while his legs get steady again.
Then he’s off, prowling around the hospital and ignoring the pain from his injuries or the way his stitches pull at his skin, intent only on finding his best friend.
yes ma'am!
He cannot forget that.
It's fucking relaxing, all the weight stripped off his shoulders, when Derek curls around him like that. It's familiar, easy, almost immediately Chuck's feeling the grasp of sleep tugging at him. There's a grumble that's all show, nuzzling closer as Derek runs his fingers through his hair and strokes his thumb against the pulsepoint at his neck.
Yeah, yeah he gets it.
It's why he rests his head against Derek's chest, moving with each breath, the strong, reliable beat of his heart a lullaby. Soon enough, he's asleep, between one breath and another. He's safe here, with Derek, it's okay.