xp_logs | Kevin & Yvette | Tuesday evening

Yvette comes by to see Kevin, who as it turns out isn't as asleep as she thought he was.

Kevin was laying on his stomach in his med lab bed. It hurt like hell, even with the pain meds, but the doctors said it would hurt more for him to lay on his back. Kevin wasn't sure if he believed that but they were doctors. Still, laying on your fractured ribs seemed like a really stupid idea. Mostly Kevin was sleeping, or hazily typing things he was sure he'd realize later made no sense at all.

He could vaguely hear someone come in the room, but it was probably a doctor or Laurie making sure he was still alive or something. Dismissing the thought, Kevin closed his eyes fully and started to doze off again.

There was a soft creak as the someone settled into the chair next to the bed, and then a soft, sweet humming, something folksy and lullaby-ish. No contact, though, which would have been expected from most people who didn't know Kevin extremely well.

The humming made a single eye crack back open and it went searching around for the source of the sound. "Hey," he mumbled, voice thick with sleep mostly heavy with the pain medication he was on. A half-second later he drew in a sharp breath in reaction to the pang of pain that slipped through the medicated haze.

"Oh. I thought you were sleeping." Yvette stopped humming - it was a song her grandmother had used to hum to her when she was very small in the Red Cross camp, before the old lady had died - and pulled the chair closer. "You are in pain. Do you want me to call someone? Dr. Jean said it was all right for me to be here, as long as I did not disturb you. I can go, if you want to sleep."

"No." A hand reached out, attempting to reach her but not making it. Under normal circumstances a little bit of a lean would have done the job but movement had become something of a complicated issue. Kevin was pretty sure he preferred the internal bleeding over the fractured ribs for the pain factor alone. "Think Ah'm on the most pain stuff they can give me right now anyway. Probably wanna keep me in pain so Ah don't move and make it worse." He attempted a smile but it resulted in something more like a wince and his searching hand fell limply off the edge of the bed.

She hesitated only briefly before reaching out with one small hand of her own to take his and lift it carefully back to the bed. She didn't let go, however, just kept holding it gently. "Then do not move," she admonished him softly, more concerned than anything. "I will stay, if you want me to."

"Why wouldn't Ah want you to stay?" His words were sort of running into one another but Kevin squeezed her hand and kept a firm hold of it as if that would make his point better. He figured if he held her hand hostage and she was attached to the hand then that was like holding her hostage. "My favorite person in...forever and stuff."

She chuckled softly at that, even as her heart skipped a beat and her ears went pink. "And you are one of my favourite people too. Even when you are all broken and drugged." Carefully she squeezed his fingers back. "I saw your post on the journals. Jean-Paul... I do not think he is in the mansion any more."

His eyes closed for a moment, but Kevin wasn't sure if he was trying to hide his reaction or not. He wasn't even sure what his reaction was. They hadn't been together that long, but it'd been intense while they had been. What was he going to do, though? He was laid up in the medlab drugged and injured and his boyfriend had run away. No, his ex-boyfriend. Kevin sighed. "Ah'm really sick of people breakin' up with me for my own good. That's stupid logic. Ah'm the one injured and he gets to run away? What kinda crap is that? How's that fair?"

More quietly Kevin muttered, "Ah've gotta stop datin' guys. They all got the same damn song one way or the other, don't they?" His gaze returned to Yvette. "Some guy does that to you and Ah'll kill him. In a...unpleasant...maimy kinda way. Just so we're straight."

She smiled sadly at him and squeezed his hand again. "I do not think it will be the problem, but thank you, I think. As for Jean-Paul..." Somewhere along the line he had stopped being 'Mr. Beaubier', perhaps around the time she'd begun to accept the relationship with Kevin. Or when she'd realised the man was perhaps just as broken and alone as any of the students could be. "I think he was afraid of hurting someone else like he hurt you. To be dangerous without the control, it is a newer thing for him, yes? So he is frightened. I do not think he meant to be breaking your heart as well."

"S'my own fault. Shoulda just stayed on the couch but Ah tried to wake him up." Kevin shrugged and hissed from the sharp pain that came from the movement. "He never wanted me hurt and we got sloppy. S'more stubborn'n me." Kevin wasn't sure he'd be able to talk Jean-Paul around from his stance. He wasn't even sure he had the right. If he'd been the one to cause the injury no one and nothing would have persuaded Kevin to put that person back in that position again. Jean-Paul was a lot like him in that regard.

Kevin shrugged again, clearly not learning his lesson from the last time. This time he bit back the hiss at least. "We weren't together that long. Ah'll get a teddy bear. S'all be fine." Then he grinned, a pale shadow of the one he wore when he was feeling mischievous. "Wanna be my teddy bear?"

"If you do not stop moving, I will poke you," Yvette threatened half-heartedly, although she didn't move at all. A blush tinted her cheeks pinker, however, at Kevin's last, and she struggled to maintain the same joking tone. "A teddy bear? You mean I am fat and furry? You are knowing how to flatter all the girls, Kevin."

"Noooooo," the pitch of his voice went lower as the O stretched out. "A teddy bear doesn't have to be fat! Ah was thinkin' more cute." Kevin paused, smiling just a little while he let that comment hang there in the air. "And comfy. And soft. And cuddly." He let go of her hand so he could shuffle closer to the edge of the bed, roll onto his side a bit and prop himself up. The movement hurt but he did his best to keep it off his face. Kevin pointed to a vacant spot on the bed that would be mostly under him if he laid back down properly. "And fits right here."

After a moment of sustained silence he laid back down. Kevin's hand brushed up against something hard and plastic and he remembered he had a button! He hit the button for the morphine drip and when nothing happened he hit it again. Then he remembered it took a minute and the doctor would take away his button if he hit it too many times too soon so he stuffed it back under a pillow. "And Ah'm 'llowed to move! Just not allowed to lay on my back."

Yvette frowned at the squirming and subsequent button-pushing. "If I come be your teddy bear, will you stop moving?" she suggested. "Because even if you are allowed to move, I do not think it is such the good idea for your ribs. Or your insides."

Kevin didn't even hear the last half of what she'd said. He perked up at the question about being his teddy bear. He also promptly wormed his way to the very edge of his bed to give Yvette as much room as possible in the bed built for one and raised an arm. "Teddy bear!"

She giggled despite herself - stoned Kevin was too funny to take at all seriously. Besides, it might be the only time she'd get to be close to him. "I'll stay until you fall asleep," she said, getting up and climbing onto the bed, careful not to jostle him at all.

Given that his only real company had been Mr Stick, the tongue depressor he'd drawn a smiley face on, Kevin wasn't in a rush to let Yvette escape. With that in mind, he slung an arm across her waist and half buried his face in the crook of her neck. He tried to keep most of his actual weight off her since Yvette was pint-sized, but he also tried his hardest to pin her in place. "Teddy bear!" He was grinning to himself while he nuzzled into her neck playfully. "Y'know," he began while yawning, "teddy bears are supposed to stay. Makin' me wake up and just havin' mister stick, that's mean."

Yvette stiffened at the sudden glomping, more because she'd never really shared a bed with anyone before, than from residual powers fears. Kevin's breath on her neck tickled, and she squirmed slightly. "Do I want to be knowing who Mister Stick is?" she asked, more to distract herself from the sensations having someone draped over her were causing. Weird, odd, sensations. Not necessarily bad, just... odd.

He had to arc his back to stretch up in a way that probably wasn't very good for his ribs in order to see where Mr. Stick had gotten off to. Kevin found him on the bedside table closest to himself. He reached out to grab Mr. Stick, laying back down on Yvette once his fingers touched the smooth wood. What he held up over his head for Yvette to see was a tongue depressor with a smiley face drawn on one end in black marker. "This is Mr. Stick. He likes to shake." And Kevin did shake him, for demonstrative purposes of course. He also very quietly said, "shakeshakeshake," as he did it.

She giggled again. "You are even sillier than you usually are, when you are on the pain drugs," she told him. "Where did Mr. Stick come from?"

"From the cart doctor Grey left. Summers. Grey-Summers. Why does she need two names? Is she too good for just one name?" He hrrumped indignantly at that thought. "Mr. Stick is my only friend!" Kevin told her in a quiet little melodramatic wail.

"Ah, but now I am here, so you have two friends, yes?" Yvette tentatively rested her arm along the one that was slung around her waist. Snuggling with Kevin like this... it was nice. Very nice. "Mr. Stick and a teddy bear?"

Grinning, Kevin nodded. "Is like the jackpot. Unless you run away when Ah fall asleep. Less jackpoty then." There was the slightest hint of bitterness through Kevin's renewed haze of morphine. Now he remembered why you only hit the button once. All that morphine didn't stop him from thinking about how Jean-Paul had been a coward and left when Kevin had been too hurt, too drugged and too unconscious to even know what he was pulling.

She patted his arm as soothingly as she could. "I will stay, then, unless Dr. Jean tells me to go, yes?" she said. "And as long as it does not hurt you more to have me here."

He was going to say something about how Dr. Jean didn't get a vote, but what he said instead was, "Always hurts less when you're here." And then he gave up a little. Some of the tension in his body went away as he gave into the morphine that had serious intent to put him to sleep. Kevin didn't pass out completely, but he was obviously falling into unconsciousness quickly.

Yvette felt the slight slumping of his body as he relaxed, and relaxed herself a little. Sleep was good for healing, in more ways than just the physical. "It will be okay," she murmured to him, before daring to bend her head a little and drop a brief kiss on his temple. "I will look after you."

She began to hum the lullaby again, softer this time, all the time stroking the arm slung across her waist.