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Finding the errant cousin

Who: Anthony and Alec (Closed) - NOW WITH OPEN SECTION (Visit Alec in Hospital)
What: Alec is drunk and wandering New York with a traitorous med alert bracelet letting his cousin know where he is. He is about to be found.
It goes poorly and Alec ends up being emergency transported to Mount Sinai Hospital where his heart is restarted and he is forced to stay for observation until Monday (May 18th)
When: Right after Alec's post, Evening of May 13th
Where: The subways of NYC
Rating/Warnings: One angry hurt drunk - anything could happen : Heart attack and Hospital mentions

Alec hadn't been at the hotel when Anthony arrived though the owner remembered having seen him... after being slipped fifty dollars and being threatened with motorcycle skid marks all over his lobby which was apparently the only room in the place he actually worried about being clean. Fortunately the med alert bracelet was still with Alec and still in pinging distance of the head office. Anthony chased that signal from one end of New York to the other until it occurred to him the only way his cousin could move that quickly was if he were on the subway.

Anthony's boot clicked against the concrete floor as he finally tracked the signal down to a certain station at the correct time for him to hop onto the train. He even managed to find the correct car before the whole train lurched forward and began its circuit around the city again.

"Wake up."

The soul of Alec's shoe was given a soft kick to aide in that request.

"What are you doing sleeping in the subway? Anyone could have found you down here."

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"Whoa, whoa!"

Anthony held his hands out like one might soothe a startled colt.

"It'll be fine! I used to do plays back in school, I can just act like everything is normal. We show them everything is fine and no where near as bad as it is... and they'll all go home. It will be easy. We just have to work together and get our stories straight."

He rolled his head and gave Anthony a look.

"No. They will see through the lie and it will get them even more uneasy. You think Aunt Evie doesn't know when we're lying?" She always knew. "Do you think we'll be able to keep this up? No, we'll have to suck it up and tell them the truth. All of it."

He didn't even want to think about it.

"I am so bloody tired of it already..."

The look was met with an amount of calm that surprised himself. Mum was like a human lie detector. She always had been. It was like she had an innate sense that by touch or some strange psychic power allowed her to see into a person's mind and pull apart any lies told. Even half-truths, couldn't stand up to her mad skills.

Still it would be fine, wouldn't it??

"Look, don't worry. We'll think of something."

Maybe we can keep them so busy with plays and things that they never even have time to meddle. Anyway the plan was to think of something.

"How's the food...? You want me to bring you anything?"

"Nhg. We could say if they don't bugger off I'll likely drop off from it." Even now he could feel it kicking and took deep breaths, trying to get himself to calm down.

"Food is shit but it's fine. I'm not hungry." Not that Nurse Janesca ever cared about that, she just stood over him and threatened him with a sponge bath until he ate at least half his plate. He could respect that kind of power even if it annoyed him.

"Yeah... It's probably all oatmeal and, what do Americans call it, Jello."

His smirk was wicked as he attempted to lighten the mood with a tease.

"Better you than me."

Anthony leaned closer to the bed, threading his fingers together as he grew serious again.

"But really, Alec, if you need anything... A magazine, change of clothes, or even just someone to yell at. I'm going to be there for you."

"If I never see jello again it will be too soon." It all tastes like sterilized cardboard anyway. He looked at his cousin up and down. He knew what he wanted, but he also knew what Anthony needed.

"A change of clothes and some coffee. Sneak it past them if you have to." And he would. "And then go home and get some sleep. You look like shit."

A change of clothes, nod. He could pack Alec a small bag of essentials. He seemed to recall that hospitals usually asked the families to bring one of those in anyway so he would just be getting the jump on that. The coffee was dodgy as he doubted the caffeine would be allowed, but he knew a good decaf. But the sleep... this he grumbled about!

"Yeah sleep... I've been thinking about giving it up for lent."

Nevermind lent was long since over by now.

"Humans only need, oh about an hour a night right? Pretty sure demons would need even less... They say evil never sleeps."

"Ugh let go of the demon-- You can't actually believe-- I mean the connection was one thing but-- Anthony please tell me you're not taking that seriously." He was struggling to get up even with leaden limbs, trying to grab hat his cousin, getting tangled in the wires. It was one thing to hear it but another to take it so goddamned seriously!

Anthony stood up but only to close the gap between them so he could gently push his cousin's shoulders down onto the pillow before he ripped any wires free or fell out of bed, which in better times might have been funny... right now it only would have added to the terribleness of the week.

"Relax Alec, it's a joke."

Only once his cousin had settled did he reach into his shirt and pull out his golden cross necklace.

"See? This thing has been blessed more times than I have. If I were really a demon it would burn through me like anything! There's nothing to worry about."

He has a feeling it's not over yet. He has a feeling it's only a matter of time. He allows himself to be pushed back against the pillows but isn't happy. Oh, he can try to convince Anthony and do all he can to try to make him face reality, but he's seen already it would be fruitless-- and what if something else happened? What if he had a stronger memory? What if he could no longer believe in anything but what he wanted to?

"Fuck. I hate this. I hate this whole thing." He ran a shaking hand through his hair. "I don't trust it. I don't trust how long you'll keep believing you're not. I don't-- I don't want to lose you." But he had a feeling he would and there was nothing he could do. This imagined life was so much bigger. So much that Anthony could throw himself into and have-- anything he'd ever really wanted.

"The only place I'm going is to your apartment to part some things... and maybe dig through all your private stuff. You're not going to lose me! And..."

He moved the cables back to where they had been resting so the blanket could be straightened and tucked up around his cousin's chin.

"I'm not going to lose you either. We'll deal with the heart trouble first and work out the whole 'memory' thing on an 'as needed' bases."

A small part of him railed against this treatment, but most of him was too tired and sluggish to do much but capitulate.

Could he trust him? Maybe. It was difficult to trust but he wanted to. He wanted to relax for once. To just be. He reached up and took hold of Anthony's sleeve.

"I can wait. Get some sleep..." He swallowed and added: "When you're rested, come read to me..." Alec had read frequently to Anthony when they were boys on rainy summer days with nothing to do. And he'd always gotten lost in those other places. Those better places with heroes and legends and happy endings.

The real world was more complicated than that but--

He wouldn't mind just one more fairy story...

There was a surprisingly nostalgic request. Anthony remembered those dreaded rainy afternoons. Some times he had slipped out anyway but on those occasions when he had been caught in his mud puddle hopping, forced into an early bath, and left in the bedroom with nothing but footie jim-jams, his cousin and a boring stack of books Alec had read to him. He had made it as fun as possible by attempting the voices and in some cases reacting the scenes. Many an epic sword fight occurred on his twin-sized mattress.

"I could do with a return visit to Treasure Island or are you still into mysteries? We could dive back into the Hardy Boys."

Then he settled on an idea that would solve the whole finding a book issue before it was one.

"I'll bring my iPad and you can pick out whatever you want. Hey,"

In a last bit of cousin-ly fussing that stray tuft of hair sticking up like a lightening rod was smoothed down on Alec's head.

"Try to get some rest too?"

Anything was fine, really. Just something to take the edge off of things. To forget things for a little while. He nodded, making a face at the hair straightening but appreciating it in spite of himself. Sometimes it was good to remember family. What it really meant.

"I will." And he would. Sleep. Even try to eat. "Forget the coffee." He sighed. "Bring tea instead?"

"Kill the coffee, yeah. I can do that."

Maybe he could even find some Jammie Dodgers to complete the nostalgia.

"I'll be back soon."

He just had to run out, collect his bike from where he had left it on the other side of town, and maybe... Actually indulge in a moment of sleep if he could.

When Anthony returns the breakfast has been cleared away and Alec is sitting up, looking better but hunched over and scowling at something in his hand. Something that he is tapping at furiously with his thumbs. It was probably nothing and definitely something he was supposed to have.

Anthony's eyes rolled so hard they nearly dropped out the back of his head before he swaggered into the room and dropped the fresh bought package of Jammie Dodgers into Alec's lap.

"You had better be playing Candy Crush."

"You think I have that over hyped bullshit on my phone?" He peeks at the jammy dodgers and then holds out his hand for the tea.

"Here sit just there so the bloody nurses can't see in."

That same tattered blue chair was nosily pulled over to Alec's bedside as Anthony did as asked and sat to block the nurses view. Once he had the thermos of tea could be fished out of Alec's bag of things from home, most of which were left on the tiled floor.

"Thought they took that phone from you. No stress, it's supposed to be a thing..."

"Yeah well, I've been trying to convince Ellie for the past half hour not to come because I'm fine, which will end in considerably less stress. But does she listen-- an emoji is not winning the argument!" He snarled, typing furiously. Give him a moment and ignore the troubled beeping. It's fine.

Anthony reached over and snagged the phone but gave the conversation a quick look before turning the thing off.

"She's coming. You can't expect her not to after this. Her big brother nearly died."

"Oi!" He reached for it. "Come on. She doesn't need to. I'm just a half brother and I was barely there. Practically a stranger." He smacked Anthony's leg lightly. "Just let me convince her."

"You aren't going to be able to."

The cell was slid well out of reach into a back pocket.

"She loves you even if you were barely there. I can't imagine why... she probably has never seen how difficult you are."

He sighed the playful jab before adding, "Now would you sit back and calm down before Caligula comes back in here??"

Anthony glanced quickly to the door.

"I already got the third degree for bringing in those cookies."

"It's not love it's bloody single mindedness." He flops back on the pillow and breathes a bit. "Just because we're family. It doesn't count." He did enjoy jammy dodgers. One of the few things he'd eat without reservation. But first.

"Tea." He wiggles his fingers for it, twists it open with some effort and takes a drink. It's not as good as coffee but it's warm and that's the important thing. "Did you sleep?"

Sleep was an elusive mistress, ten minutes here, a half hour there... He felt he had slept enough to at least truthfully answer the question.

"Yea, some."

Not enough probably but, details.

"You look better. Not great, but better. They been doing a good job checking in on you?"

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