estoria | [closed] an apple a day keeps the doctor away

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[closed] an apple a day keeps the doctor away

Who: Flynn Scifo

thatdamnknight , Yuri Lowell

fatalstriker
When: 4/7 ic
Where: Their apartment and the hospital
What: What do you do when your best friend has been hiding broken ribs for a couple days? Drag their ass to the hospital while questioning your choice in friends, that's what.
Warnings: Maybe language. Will update if need be.

[what does any good knight do after getting home from a long day at work? start cleaning stuff. then again, that might just be flynn. it isn't as if the apartment is dirty, oh no, but it's more a little touch up to help keep it clean. doing occasional small rounds of cleaning will keep big clean ups that take hours from being necessary. SOME people may see no point in it, but those people only do the bare minimum of cleaning. what makes today even more ideal for cleaning is the fact both yuri and repede appear to be out. that means no snide interruptions from the peanut gallery and no bugging repede's nose with the chemical odor.

today's selected touch up area is the kitchen, which has finally been properly restocked post-jungle shenanigans. with some cleaning supplies in hand, he enters and prepares to get started.

...only to see the milk carton got left out. of course. flynn permits himself an annoyed groan. goddammit, yuri, taking out a glass and putting the milk back in the fridge takes all of a minute and won't kill him to do. how long has this been left out, anyway? flynn frowns upon picking up the definitely warm carton. long enough to warrant the rest being thrown in the trash. memo to self: buy milk and lecture yuri about how milk spoils. really, some days it feels like he isn't yuri's roommate but his babysitter, instead. which is fine. the nagging and lecturing and all else will continue for as long as necessary. that said, why can't the idiot think for once and act his age?]

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[yuri has not had any sort of good luck today.

really, it's his own fault. in the interest in not concerning flynn after their little oxygen disaster in the jungle, he kept the snapped ribs to himself; figuring it would be easier to just sneak off to the doctor in a couple of days than to cause flynn to worry. besides, he really didn't want to be bound to a hospital bed for something that probably wouldn't help much with.

he hadn't intended for things to get so out of control in ViViD, either. the whole plan was to see how bad the injury was in action—he didn't anticipate new arrivals, getting wrapped up in hellion fights and dueling with souji. but that undoubtedly has pushed him to the limit... especially considering logging out of ViViD didn't help at all. for some reason, the injuries carried over, so he's a little scraped up from the fights... and his ribs are worse for the wear.

...which doesn't bode well for just about anything. he's limped his way back to the apartment (repede has not been impressed either; he went to keep an eye on yuri and bail him out at the worst, but that only took them so far), clutching his ribs and getting progressively more uncomfortable. it hurts enough to make him feel sick to his stomach; he's pale and sweating as he straightens his stance to walk in the door.

he'll play it cool, then have it checked out tomorrow while flynn's at work. no problem.]

Hey. [he's slowly making his way to the kitchen, leaning against the doorway casually. it would probably be impressive how well he covers it up, if not for the fact that he can't hide the drained color in his complexion, or the cuts and bruises he's incurred from ViViD.]

[the door opens right when flynn's in the middle of cleaning out the sink. annoyance bubbles up once again as the footsteps draw near. not being annoyed won't happen, not when this is such a simple task that yuri for some reason can't be assed to do. all that he asks is that yuri THINK for once. deep cleaning and keeping the place in tip top shape can all fall on him. is putting milk back in the damn fridge in return too much to ask for?? or using a glass to drink it out of instead of drinking it from the container??? apparently!

cleaning the sink results with his back being toward yuri when the other man utters that hey. no hey comes from his end. no. the only greeting yuri receives is a sign, a warning about the scolding about to come. best to jump right in with the lecture and hope it sticks for once.]

How many hours do you think it takes for milk to spoil? [he turns to glare at the dastardly milk spoiling fiend.] The answer is 4, Yuri, and tha--

[any potential anger immediately vanishes upon taking in the state that his friend is in. scratches and injuries aside, his skin is so pain. far too pale. what the hell happened? was it ceres? the spirits?? is it an illness? numerous possibilities for this terrible condition exist and none of them good. worry instantly flares up on his face as he approaches, milk scolding immediately forgotten. irksome as that is, it can wait for a later time. yuri's safety and well-being comes before butting heads over household issues always.]

Are you all right? What happened?

[concern laces that tone of voice, too. flynn's damn worried and it shows.]

[even if he's wanted to avoid worrying flynn... well, he'll kind of take it over getting lectured.

not that he lets it show. his expression is wholly unamused by all of this, even if it's taking everything in his power not to wince from the pain. yeah, he screwed up bad this time, but he doesn't think it's worthy of that much concern. broken ribs don't even generally qualify as hospital-worthy anyway, right?]

Nothing worth worrying over. Guess they were testing a new level and it's a little screwy still.

[since really, none of those new injuries should have carried over. and yet, here they are. but it doesn't matter much. repede's reporting in to flynn with a bark that implies that it's not so simple. thanks, repede.

(this is the trouble with flynn having partial ownership of repede, honestly. repede's loyalty only stretches so far when they're both here.)]

[thank you, repede, for being the best and smartest friend a guy can hope for. flynn's eyes dart down at the dog when he barks and then quickly jump back to the dumbest friend a guy could regret having. the worry has seriousness now mixed into it.]

Obviously there is something to worry about. [sorry, bro, but he'll take the dog's word over yours any day.] What happened?

[straight, detailed answer this time please. part of flynn doesn't expect it to be this easy. it never is. getting to the root cause of anything troubling yuri tends to take as much effort as giving 1000 cats a bath at the same time. it ain't easy, that's for sure. persistence and keen observation to put all the puzzle pieces together lead to figuring things out. yuri rarely ever lends a hand, either. chances are that not even being close to dying would make the other man ask for help.

idiot. damn stubborn, reckless idiot.

but an idiot who has a long suffering friend like flynn to make sure needlessly dying never happens no matter how long it takes to figure things out. why must this annoying tendency to hide stuff exist? coming clean with things and relying on someone else for a change won't hurt him! why can't yuri simply be honest for once? dishonesty only leads to headaches and intense worry. no matter how much effort it takes, he will get the truth.]

I told you, it's not a big deal. Got into a scuffle with someone and ViViD did a crap job of keeping it contained.

[which... is true. he's not lying about that part, at least. it's just the omission of every other part that ties into it that makes this a steaming pile of bullshit. it causes repede to let out a whine; obviously, he knows how bad yuri has it.

he was there for the hit to the ribs, and even if he didn't see yuri carrying flynn to the hut, he saw the way yuri collapsed afterwards and tried not to pass out. he could sense the pain yuri's been in this whole time, and he knows his owner is dumb as all hell.]

Stop worrying so damn much, I'll go have it checked out tomorrow if it's not any better. [except that this is absolutely when flynn should be worrying. yuri's pointedly ignoring repede's protests as he gently pushing himself off the frame of the door. he winces, slight and brief before turning around to walk away—where his expression immediately becomes more pained. he draws in a breath... just ignore it, and ignore flynn, and pretend it's fine.

(it's not fine.)]

[catching glimpse of that wince only fuels the desire to help. for yuri, someone who tries SO hard to put on a strong face always, to wince implies it is as bad as it seems, if not worse. judging by the whining repede gives, the pooch shares that sentiment. helping him needs to happen and needs to happen now.

flynn steps forward quickly and grabs yuri by his wrist. although it isn't too tight a grip, it is a damn firm one. the message it conveys ought to come across loud and clear: bullshit lies not bought. they've grown up together and known the other for years. does yuri earnestly believe flynn can't tell when something's wrong? that he can't tell when the other is in serious pain? sometimes things may slip by his notice, but not when they're so obvious and not when they're so obviously bad.]

You're getting it checked out now. [because you're not going to die while he's this close by.] And I'll stop worrying when you start being honest for a change.

[why can't he just come out and say that something's wrong? so many problems could be avoided if yuri did precisely that instead of keeping it hidden for whatever stubborn reason. he wants to help so just let him, you moron.]

That's rich, coming from a guy who'd rather suffocate to death than tell me there's a problem.

[yeah, yuri hasn't forgotten that part. he's still kind of mad about it, honestly—flynn caused him so much worry in a needless way that it made him angry to remember. and that's the part he's mad about. he isn't mad about the fact that he got injured, or that he had to carry flynn through his injury to get him to safety.

it's the fact that flynn wouldn't tell him when it was that bad. so maybe it's hypocritical for yuri to shoulder the burden of his injury alone to try and not cause needless nagging and worrying... but flynn's no better right now.]

I'm not the one on the verge of death here. [and he's not. yuri knows that as much as he's in pain, and as much as he can't let this sit forever... it won't kill him.]

in his aggravation, he pulls his wrist back to break away from flynn—but in doing so, he ends up hitting himself right in the side, sending a pain coursing through his body that's so intense that he not only recoils, but he stumbles a bit. it was intense enough to make him feel like his legs would give out, but maybe that's what happens when someone smacks their bruised chest with force right where the bones are cracked.]

Edited (that was not the right icon at all) 2015-11-24 04:50 (UTC)

[being reminded of the jungle excursion succeeds in making flynn frown. had that really upset yuri so badly? maybe it had. going off how zaude felt for himself, yuri going through that had to have been very unpleasant. okay, maybe he has no right to talk after pulling that. no, he really does lack the right to. that said, his idiot best friend doing the same thing now won't make things any better.

an attempted apology almost comes but has no opportunity to thanks to yuri whacking himself in the side. immediate concern bubbles up before being suppressed. the worry that flared up becomes exasperation. way to prove his point, you complete and utter moron. something IS wrong and that something likely has to do with those ribs. why couldn't he just say this from the start? doing so could've spared him from nearly passing out from the pain. flynn lowers his hand while giving a sigh. idiot.]

Let me see it.

[the 'it' implied here ought to be obvious. yuri should catch on to the fact that flynn saw that whacking and the amount pain it brought. denial of the injury won't fly anymore so please make it easy just this once. he wants to help. seeing yuri in pain brings him little joy. the only reason a first aid or cure hasn't come is due to wanting to force out an admitting to this injury first. doing so before then can only lead to a 'see? i'm fine so stop being a damned motherhen already'.

all this raises a very important question: why is it so difficult for yuri to be honest with him? is he really that unreliable that forcing himself to bear such pain is easier for yuri than relying on the help from his best friend? then again, maybe he really is.]

[it's difficult because he doesn't like to cause flynn worry. he's supposed to be capable on his own—besides, hadn't he worried flynn enough for a lifetime when he fell from zaude?

he doesn't want flynn worrying, or doting, or doing any of those things, and that's why he's so adamant about keeping it out of his sight.]

I told you. I'll go tomorrow. [he speaks the words, attempting to be firm and cross about it—but it doesn't work out so well. his tone is a little more hushed and definitely pained. really, he can hardly stand like this, which is why yuri ends up moving to lean against the wall; his back hits it with enough of a thud to cause even more pain. it's not a mistake he'd normally made, but the pain is that intense. if it wasn't for his own willpower, he may have lost his lunch right then and there.

the pain is honestly blinding... he probabkly shouldn't have gotten into a fight that ended in him getting kicked in the stomach, because that's something he's feeling badly now. yuri's expression is contorted with pain—any argument he had against flynn is totally lost as he tries to regain his composure.

so if flynn lifts yuri's shirt, he'll see the swollen, purple-bruised area on his torso. there's no doubt that they're broken ribs; definitely no small injury like he's claiming.]

[lifting yuri's shirt is precisely what happens. as difficult as it is to watch his best friend crumble like that, figuring out how bad this actually is comes first and boy, is it bad. after taking the opening to swoop in to get a look, flynn's frown immediately deepens. he'd expected it to be worse than the supposed 'small' wound, but this... these are broken bones. how stupid does a person need to be to claim these as small? very.

another thing that catches his notice immediately is that it looks old. this didn't just happen today. when--

his lips purse at a brief, but important memory. during the encounter with that beast in the jungle, hadn't yuri gotten hit in this area? flynn hadn't thought to ask after since yuri looked fine but the timing and location of injury point to that instant being the potential culprit. has he been hiding this for that long? and didn't he carry flynn to that shack immediately after? not to mention the two day walk back. his gaze tears itself from the ugly looking bruise and back at the man nearly keeling over from pain. is suffering like this so much better than relying on someone else? than relying on him?

yes, flynn did the same and failed to rely on yuri, but that situation was different. there was no hope (until miracle cpr saved the day). this... this is just goddamn stupid.]

This happened in the jungle, didn't it.

[although a question, it comes across as more a comment, if one spoken in an oddly even tone that implies an anger hidden behind it. is flynn pissed? hell yes. is he going to yell now? no. his best friend is pain intense enough for him to show it. yelling can wait for later.

as soon as that gets said, a hand hovers over the bruised area and the glow of a cure engulfs it. if nothing else, this should alleviate the pain a teeny fraction. going to the hospital TODAY will prove far easier without yuri passing out from pain along the way.]

Edited 2015-11-29 03:31 (UTC)

[of course, flynn figures it out in one shot. it's not really all that surprising, because for all the things he can be totally thick-headed about, flynn is good at critical thinking and piecing together puzzles like this one.

it's frustrating, because yuri's been doing what he can to try and deal with this on his own. the injury was his own mistake from not dodging quick enough, and they'd had enough to worry about on that excursion as it was—giving flynn another reason to worry would have been a problem. besides, if he'd made it obvious then, they may not have explored that shack the way they did and found out what little information could be brought back. it had been important for him to bear the pain in silence, because even if he hadn't... not much could have been done til they returned to the colony anyway.

maybe it's foolish that he didn't have it looked at sooner, but yuri knows how these things go, and there probably isn't much they'd be able to do for his injury anyway. aren't ribs tricky that way?

not that any of it matters now. yuri already knows he's being defeated by flynn's resolve. everything he'd tried hard to avoid is out the window now that flynn knows he's injured and how it came to be. even after flynn casts that cure (which helps; he can stand up straight again and at least bear the pain from the real injuries, rather than the added pain of accidentally hitting himself.) it's still bad, since the fight with souji was rough. his face is a little less pale though, and the nauseated feeling in the pit of his stomach eases. but yuri can't bring himself to make eye contact with flynn right now. he knows flynn is pissed, and he knows that that everything about how much he bore alone afeter sustaining that injury is a secret.

he may have done it out of necessity, but the last thing he really wants to subject himself to amid all this is flynn's angry, worried expression.]

...Thanks.

[the lack of verbal acknowledgment says about as much as any spoken response could. it's a yes. yes, this happened in the jungle. yes, carrying flynn in full armored glory happened while in this state. yes, he'd rather suffer alone than actually tell his best friend. or hell, go to have it looked at on his own would have been fine, but no, of course that couldn't happen. why does yuri always feel the need to suffer alone? it's easy enough to call out other people on doing stuff of this nature, but then he goes ahead and pulls the exact same stunts. yelling at flynn over nearly suffocating and then almost keeling over from pain himself? damn hypocritical dumbass.

maybe flynn can't talk since it differs little for him, but he's a knight. yuri isn't. talks about this have occurred time and time again in attempt to drill this into flynn's head. maybe the one who really needs something drilled into their head about that matter is yuri. knights need to bear their pain; civilians don't. yuri doesn't. relying on other people is okay for him. so then why couldn't he ask for the help of someone who's known him over half his life?

is he really that unreliable?

flynn grits his teeth and clenches his hands into fists before walking past yuri and toward the door, no eye contact attempt or even a glance at the other man along the way. the anger flares up more and more with each passing second and each new thought, but remains controlled. it ends up being unclear who that anger is directed toward: yuri for being a dumbass or himself for being so incompetent]

Let's go.

[no elaboration on where comes because yuri ought to damn well know where they're headed. going to the hospital is happening and happening immediately. his icy, if quietly furious tone of voice also implies that going there will happen regardless of if the more idiotic of the two ends up tossed over a shoulder and carried like a sack of potatoes the whole way there.]

[yeah, he knows.

he knows, and even if his feelings haven't changed about going to the hosital, yuri doesn't bother to argue it. winning a fight against flynn is a near-impossible task when he's ath his best... right now, he's too weak to stand a chance. even a verbal argument is too much strain, and honestly? the very last thing yuri wants is the embarrassment of losing and then being physically picked up and carried to the hospital.

all he can do is hope for the best—that they'll give him some treatment and tell him to rest at home. no hospital stays, no weird side-effects. just something simple so they can come home and move on with their lives. not that it'll be that simple, but he can hope.

for the time being though, yuri keeps his mouth shut. he knows flynn is pissed; he knows why, and he knows how much of it is his fault. this may have been exactly what he'd been trying to avoid to begin with and only made it worse in turn, but he knows that. he also knows to give flynn time to cool down. if this weren't a situation when he knew flynn wouldn't leave him alone for a second, one of them definitely would have already bailed to clear their head. but that's not an option right now. instead, he weakly pushes himself off the wall, grimacing a bit to himself as he walks slowly behind flynn.

nobody's happy in the situation, but maybe yuri feels a bit worse than he normally would just because of how poorly this was all brought to light.]

[how everything came out is definitely the culprit behind all the anger. if yuri had just said something like a normal person then those ribs likely wouldn't even be an issue today. but no. instead one of them ends up suffering while the other ends up pissed because of it. what a bad little cycle, if one flynn lacks the mood or the desire to presently dwell on enough to realize how bad. right now, the only thing on his mind is yuri and him being a moron and flynn being an oblivious moron and various, colorful phrases also likely involving moron or variants of the word.

mad he may be, but not uncaring. flynn's pace remains slow enough for yuri to keep up with but fast enough to not give any false indication that all is okay and forgiven. it damn well isn't. walking together may also accidentally set off a lecture at a time when it shouldn't be given. he keeps his ears focused on the footsteps trailing behind. any time they slow or every few minutes, a cure will come yuri's way. he really does care about his idiot friend.

caring too much might be a good part of the reason why flynn still feels unbelievably mad. what would happen if this was worse? or if the injury was infected? or if the ribs ended up puncturing a vital organ? would yuri then get to die and flynn get to watch while being helpless to do anything? yes. yes exactly. once again, it'd end with someone he loves (and he damn well loves yuri despite presently wanting to strangle him) dying right in front of him.

his grinds his teeth ever so slightly. yuri never considers what impact his actions have on anyone else, he really doesn't. losing yuri at zaude was bad enough; losing yuri while so close by for real... rather than focus on how painful the idea sounds despite death not being permanent here, he focuses on walking. left foot. right foot. left. right. and almost at the hospital.]

[it's not as if any of this slips past yuri. not in how flynn walks, or casts healing spells, and definitely not in the way he remains silent and angry. the weight hangs heavily in the air, which only makes yuri feel worse about it.

somehow, despite the overreaction, he does have enough of a conscience to feel bad for causing flynn this much of a problem. even if there isn't much in the way of regret for holding back and not telling flynn right away, maybe he shouldn't have held it back for this long. and he knows he probably shouldn't have gone into ViViD either. but what's done is done, so there's no use in dwelling on it or living with regrets.

still, apologizing isn't in the card; flynn had done something much the same which is partially responsible for how he ended up this way to begin with. even if he doesn't blame flynn for his own injuries, the fact that flynn more or less incapacitated himself to the point of resigning to death still bothers him. it's much the same sentiment flynn himself has—the frustration of knowing someone he loves could have died because of the negligence. they're equally stupid in this regard, whether or not either of them will admit it. yuri's still mad about that day too, and he's been doing his best to keep his mind off it.

for now, that means hobbling along without a word. he knows better anyway; flynn will speak when he's ready to.]

[speaking doesn't come until arriving at the hospital and it isn't directed at yuri, either. the lucky person to hear the blond speak is the nurse up at the front desk. that angry expression quickly shifts into a more neutral, if polite one as he approaches. no need to subject some poor nurse to such an angry face, after all. it's only reserved for people, or idiots, who deserve it.]

Excuse me. My friend here [he motions toward yuri] has several broken ribs and requires them to be examined immediately.

[one thing he has to hand to this city is the speed at which it responds to medical issues. a glance at yuri results in the nurse running to grab a wheelchair. flynn immediately sends a look over at his friend that says 'sit, your pride be damned'. the amount of pain yuri has to be in right now must be intense. even so, the chance of him declining that seat exists and flynn's not dealing with that possibility, not now.

really, why does yuri always pick the route that hurts him the most? whether it be in regards to injuries or in regard to taking credit for things he did, never can he pick something that'll do him good in the long run. why? why can't he do that just once? why does he always have to be so stupid? maybe flynn has no right to scold yuri so much for his stupidity considering his own recent actions, but can't help doing so while still so riled up about the whole matter.]

[it's not really all that surprising to yuri that flynn can take the tone of neutrality with someone else. being diplomatic is his thing, after all. and that's fine.

honestly, even when the nurse rushes over with a wheelchair, yuri doesn't bother to fight it. he's in too much pain to keep putting on airs like he has for the last few days, and worse yet, he really just doesn't want to deal with any more scolding from flynn.

well, that part is inevitable.

but he's not planning to exacerbate it any more than necessary right now, because he simply just doesn't have the energy to do so. he's expended everything he's got over these last few days... trying to argue anything at this point is too much of a hassle. it's a rare case of true defeat for yuri, and he's really not happy about it in the least. it's hard for him to tell if it's better or worse that it comes at the hands of flynn, but it is what it is.

so with little fanfare, he hobbles towards the chair, wincing as he finally sits down in it. it's better this way, because his whole body practically slumps once he's sitting, all the tension of trying to keep himself upright finally leaving his body when he doesn't have to force it. he's still conscious, of course, and none-too-happy about how things have ended up.]

[several tests and judgmental doctor looks for waiting before coming later, flynn's having some final words with the doctor. the verdict: several days bed rest here for observation and then more bed rest at home. some medicine will be provided to speed up the healing process. NO vivid or too much physical activity for a few days. maybe nothing severe resulted from them but they still need to heal. flynn, naturally, agrees.]

Thank you again, doctor.

[with one final handshake, the doctor leaves. what this means is that a. they're alone and b. yuri is out of danger and taken care of. good. this means that the main event, namely the lecture from hell, can finally begin. flynn inhales and momentary silence falls over them, like the calm before a storm. true to that, as soon as he turns toward yuri, that polite demeanor is replaced by the prior look of anger.]

What the hell were you thinking, Yuri?! Do you have any idea how reckless and moronic this all was?! What if a fragment of that ended piercing your lung?! What then?!

[he groans and pinches the bridge of his nose.]

No, what am I saying, you realizing that means actually thinking for once in your damn life, something you seem incapable of doing. You suffered with this for nearly a week, Yuri, because of your damn stubbornness about using common sense!!

[and suffered without flynn noticing. add another failure to that ever growing list. this time it ended with yuri suffering so severely and that's part of the reason why the anger is so intense. his best friend carried this alone for so long. so stupid but so telling. telling of what? of how untrustworthy flynn has to be. people don't deal with broken ribs without telling someone. maybe it's part of yuri's dumbass nature, but the other part must involve it being better to suffer than attempt to rely on an unreliable friend.]

[now... yuri's just tired. exhausted, even. after the fights, the trudging to the hospital, and the pain on top of being tested and questioned... yuri's just not equipped to deal with this.

sure, things are better now, in that he's medicated enough to ease a great deal of the pain. but as flynn starts to lecture, he finds himself closing his eyes. it's exasperating and exhausting, but yuri doesn't interrupt him or interject anything until he's done with his yelling.]

Guess this is what people meant when they say they have nagging parents. [because that's what it feels like. it's not as if yuri really has any way of knowing what flynn feels—aside from what he's getting on the surface, which is anger and worry, how can he? flynn bottles up the insecurities and feelings of inadequacy in a way that he can't even begin to breach; he wouldn't know where to look for it if he tried.

but at this point, it feels naggy. he knew the lecture was coming, but it doesn't mean he wants to hear it. he knows this song and dance so well, and honestly? it changes nothing. it's not as if it can be said that yuri has learned his lesson from all this; he may not be as reckless about it, but if it was necessary? he'd do it again in a heartbeat.]

I'm not gonna sit here and worry about the what ifs of something that didn't happen. If it was worse, I wouldn't have waited. It's over now, so getting like this isn't going to change anything.

[naggy parent? a very displeased frown comes at that. you know what, he doesn't care how yuri views this. maybe he is being a naggy parent, but how can he not be? all things considered, yelling and worrying to this degree is so very warranted.]

How much worse would it have to get?! Me finding you dying or dead in our apartment?!

[he shouts that a little louder and more intensely than intended, recoiling a little due to the place they're at. no one else needs to be subject to this, not in this type of environment. another reason for dialing it back is that a bit too much emotion went behind that, more so he wanted to show. maybe he is better at expressing feelings than yuri; that said, there are some emotions and thoughts that he wants to keep buried.

revealing how badly zaude hurt doesn't need to happen here. yuri doesn't need to know how that reminded him far too much of losing his mother in the sense of being so close by but unable to do a damn thing. yuri doesn't need to know that the idea of losing him hurt even more than that. having him be in so much pain while so close by and potentially dying --no, he doesn't care that the ribs weren't fatal, but only that they had the potential to be-- rubs him wrong in so many ways. making it worse is how little this bugs yuri, how it seems to be okay that he suffered like this. it is not okay. it is not okay at all.

the line about not changing anything gets ignored. part of flynn knows this all too well; the other part is determined to try because this can't keep happening. yuri can't keep doing this.

flynn can't keep failing him like this.

with a sigh and while averting his gaze, he speaks once more with a voice not as loud but still as mad, still as worried.]

Don't pull this again.

[even if yuri doesn't trust him, something fully understandable at this point, please at least go to the hospital immediately. yuri can keep it hidden forever if honesty is that big an issue but please don't suffer like this again and... please don't die, yuri, please.]

[the problem right now it that yuri just doesn't want to hear it.

even if somewhere underneath all this, he knows flynn is right, and even if he knows that lectures like this come only because flynn cares so much... he doesn't want to hear it. he doesn't need to be reminded of his own failings and bad decisions; he doesn't need to be reminded that he makes selfish decisions and does things that only hurt himself and the people around him.

he knows this.

he knows this, but he's not in the mindset to be able to change right now, so it's pointless. it's annoyance, it's troublesome, and yuri just wants to avoid the entirety of the topic.

so he shifts onto his side—as much as he's able—and away from flynn.]

I'm tired. [he mutters, though it's obviously loud enough for flynn to hear. the implications are clear—he doesn't want to talk about it. but he's not lying, either; yuri really is exhausted from all of this. his body is practically giving out from the stress it's been under all week.]

[flynn looks up to shoot an unhappy frown at yuri's back. under other circumstances, flynn might be more persistent about pressing the issue at hand. he can tell yuri doesn't want to hear it, but that doesn't mean listening to the silent request of stopping. somethings need to be said and won't go away due a wish that they would. this issue is one such thing.

what makes now differ from most other times are those ribs. as much as this needs to get drilled into this idiot's head, it can wait a little while longer. the reason flynn's so insistent and intense right now is due to caring for yuri, after all. pushing things further and causing additional suffering goes against that. not making things worse is the least that can be done considering all this is his fault to begin with.

which is why, following a moment of silence, he nods.]

All right. I'll be back later.

[there's a silent 'we'll talk about this when you're better, but this is NOT the end of this conversation' conveyed in the softer, but still serious tone of voice.]

[he knows that this topic won't die off so easily; that's just not flynn's way, after all. but if nothing else, this shuts him up for the time being. really, that's the most yuri could ask for after the way this day has gone.

so rather than say much else, or even look at flynn, yuri simply mutters out a hum of agreement and lets it be there. it's for the better this way, for the both of them.]

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