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Rosie Wilson ([personal profile] forthsofar) wrote2019-11-20 10:05 pm
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I'd left him dreaming; a dangerous feat

Most mornings, she and Neil keep, if not the same hours, at least similar ones; close enough that there's sometimes a good-natured battle between them for the bathroom, or that it's easy for one or the other to make an extra few pieces of toast while they're putting together their own breakfast. And when they differ, when Neil's been out late or Rosie's spent the night at Nick's, they know each other well enough not to be concerned. Those quieter mornings can even be nice sometimes, a chance to settle into the day at the very start, to have some time without another person around.

All this to say, if it hadn't been for Beau, she might have simply gone to school and left him.

The dog had parked himself just outside Neil's closed bedroom door, something Rosie could only think of as concern in the low note of his whine. "Come away," she'd said, trying to call him over first with words, then the click of her tongue, then finally by taking hold of his collar and pulling. He resisted it all, settling the weight of his stocky body along the floor in a way that made him nearly immoveable. Finally, she'd tapped on the door, listening for the sound of anything within before she pushed it open. "Neil? I'm not trying to--oh."

This had happened before, but she'd been on the other side of it then. Now, it seemed it was her turn to be the one left behind. In a way, she's almost glad for the recentness of her experience, the way it keeps her fear mostly at bay. After looking up the number for Darrow General, she calls for an ambulance: Yes, someone else who won't wake up, please hurry if you can. As she waits, she sends texts to Sabrina, Nick, Charlie; calls Neil's work and makes up a plausible enough excuse as to why he'll be missing his scheduled shifts today and tomorrow. It's only what she knows he'd done for her, not long at all ago. When the paramedics arrive, Rosie follows them down, riding in the back of the ambulance and holding Neil's limp hand the entire way there. He's booked into a room, has an IV set up for hydration, and though the nurses encourage her to leave, claiming he'll be just fine in a matter of days, all she does is pull a chair over to his bedside and settle in.

Perhaps a bit shamefully, she doesn't think about Harry until just then. For all that he's been a little distant to her--and still she thinks it's awfully rude, the way he sometimes acts the few times he's been over when she's there, almost as though it's she who has no business being in her own flat--Rosie knows Neil cares about him. He deserves to know what's happened. Having brought Neil's phone with her just in case, she taps in his passcode, looking up Harry's number. In the hopes of avoiding confusion, she texts him from her own phone; a few short messages, all in quick succession.

Hello Mr Starks, it's Neil's friend Rosie, he's in hospital (unconscious but othrwise fine), wanted you to know
Room # is 387, have put you on visitor list if you'd like to stop by
Please don't worry, it's something the city does at times, very stupid
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[personal profile] borntohang 2019-11-21 11:10 am (UTC)(link)
The phone buzzes just as Harry is cleaning up the bar of his club. It's something Hannah usually does, but she has a day off. He doesn't mind it. In fact, he doesn't mind it at all. If his gang at home ever heard of it they would probably be shocked, but Harry finds himself quite content with his club and he doesn't mind having to do most of the work to keep it going. It's not the Stardust; but it's his at last and he likes it. Honest work - no schemes. (Well, one small scheme on the side, but it's not noteworthy.)

Maybe it's the medication. It's better than the shit he used to have to swallow in the sixties; ah, the advances of medicine. His pills don't give him the shakes, but so far they've managed to keep him from going into one of his black moods all the same.

He picks up the phone and checks the message. Despite Rosie's reassuring text, Harry is instantly worried; something happened to Neil.

He manages to compose himself and his first reaction is to thank the girl by text and leave it at that. He's not one for hospitals. His worry quickly wins over his hesitation and he sets out to the hospital moments later.

Rosie's there when he comes into the hospital room. He doesn't dislike her, but her presence is uncomfortable to him. He's never before had a boy who had a life outside of Harry's world. Someone whom he could enjoy, but who was still very much his own. Rosie is a manifestation of that (he lives with her, after all) and Harry doesn't really know how to handle that.

Still, she did text him and he was grateful for that and Harry had been taught manners. "Rosie. Thank you for texting me. How is he?"

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[personal profile] borntohang 2019-11-23 09:36 am (UTC)(link)

He doesn't approach or lean in to kiss the motionless boy as he might have, had they been alone. Everything's open and no one minds that he's queer, but he's ever cautious. He keeps to his side instead.

"So, when did you wake up?" He's more comfortable sticking to business.

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[personal profile] borntohang 2019-11-24 12:39 am (UTC)(link)

Harry would argue that there isn't 'nobody there'. There's Rosie. And she might be a lovely girl, but Harry doesn't know what she makes of it all. And hospitals put him one edge. So. Reserve is in order.

"He's dreaming?" He asks, and he can't hide his concern. "What's he dreaming?"

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[personal profile] borntohang 2019-11-24 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)

"But you woke up?" Harry needs to know. "Right? Nothing was wrong with you when you woke up."

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[personal profile] borntohang 2019-11-25 08:11 am (UTC)(link)

Right. Harry rubs his face. So, at the very worst, Neil will come back traumatized from some horrible experience. That doesn't really give him much comfort. But Rosie is being honest and Harry appreciates that.

"Can I get you a cup of tea, Rosie? Or coffee?" He decides he needs a little time to process this information.

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[personal profile] borntohang 2019-11-26 02:28 pm (UTC)(link)

The truth is appreciated. It's why he offered a cup of tea; a peace offering of sorts. At least something to let her know he's not going to demand that she should leave as well as a confirmation that he isn't going to leave either.

Her next suggestion actually manages to soften the terse look on his face. "Cup of tea would be nice," he says and then, as an afterthought, he adds.. "Thanks, kid." He appreciates a moment alone to set wrap his mind around this situation and a moment to... well, just touch Neil's face or something. See if he's not cold or too warm. Hope for any indication that he might wake up.

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[personal profile] borntohang 2019-11-27 09:48 pm (UTC)(link)

When the girl is out of the room, Harry takes the other seat next to Neil's bed. He reaches out and caresses his hair. He's warm, but not too warm. He looks to be asleep, breathing peacefully, and that serene look might be mistaken to mean he's alright and comfortable.

He puts his hand on the boy's hand and keeps it there, rubbing light circles over his knuckles.

"So, I hired a new girl. She's... well, she'll keep punters coming, that's for sure. Very pretty. Sings and all." It's stupid sentimentality to talk to unconscious people. It's not like they can hear you. And yet he keeps talking, stupid little things, about the club and daily business. Nothing too heavy, just simple things.

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[personal profile] borntohang 2019-11-28 10:32 pm (UTC)(link)

Rosie announces her return and Harry stops talking, but he keeps his hand over Neil's. He's cautious, but he's not ashamed and he's not about to pull away.

"Haven't had a decent cuppa since I got here," he says. He doesn't add he wouldn't have had a decent cuppa where he'd been going just before arriving to Darrow. That's beside the point. "But it's warm," he agrees. He even tries a mild smile.

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[personal profile] borntohang 2019-11-30 09:15 pm (UTC)(link)

Harry wouldn't have been uncomfortable in the silence, to be honest, but he doesn't mind it as such that she talks. He doesn't know what she means by that question, but he answers it honestly. "Yeah, I do. He's..." he ponders his reply for a moment and in the end just shakes his head lightly. "I'm lucky to have met him."

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[personal profile] borntohang 2019-12-01 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)

That actually causes a little smile to form on Harry's face; he's being vetted by a girl half his age. "Yeah, well. Don't worry about that."

He wants to leave it at that, but he thinks it's only polite to extend the conversation. "He speaks very highly of you."

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[personal profile] borntohang 2019-12-01 10:36 pm (UTC)(link)

"Well, I've never been able to stop him from talking if he wanted to," Harry replies evenly. It's impossible to tell if he's joking.

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[personal profile] borntohang 2019-12-02 09:59 am (UTC)(link)

"In my time he would have been decked for mouthing off. Not just him," he adds, looking at and referring to Rosie too.

"Different times," he muses.

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[personal profile] borntohang 2019-12-03 01:33 pm (UTC)(link)

The best threats are open to interpretation while being perfectly clear at the same time. Effective while leaving the option open to claim innocence. He did say these are different times; implying he's not hitting anyone anymore, while pointing out that he might at the same time. Well. She got the gist.

He honestly doesn't mean to hit a girl, but he likes keeping people on their toes and he doesn't need a cross-examination of his relationship with Neil from a girl who barely knows him.

"What's your year?" He asks, casually, as if the threat had been just a story of old times. "When did you come from?"

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[personal profile] borntohang 2019-12-05 01:13 pm (UTC)(link)

"1970," Harry says and sits back a bit. "London," he adds, though he knows that much is pretty obvious from his accent. "Bet you got into all sorts of trouble back home." An opinionated, mouthy girl would have.

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[personal profile] borntohang 2019-12-06 11:57 am (UTC)(link)

"Ever been to London?" Harry asks casually. Neil moves then - or Harry imagines that he did - and instantly his attention shifts entirely to the boy, forgetting anything and anyone else in the room.

Unfortunately, whatever it was, Neil shows no sign of waking and it all just leaves him thinking he's far too invested in the kid and it's showing. He sighs. "Got him under my skin, Rosie," he admits and shakes his head briefly.

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[personal profile] borntohang 2019-12-07 11:44 am (UTC)(link)

Jimmy; cut up into bits - they never found his torso. Or his murderer, who had suffered his own painful death at the hands of Harry, who did not take kindly to one of his boys being killed. Then there was Tommy, whose murder was his own fault, but whose death Harry did count amongst the regrets in his life. He never blamed Ruby for pulling the trigger, though; she was acting in self-defense. And then there were others....well.

Boys around him had a tendency to disappear, inspector Mooney said. No lie there.

"Depends on how many people you loose along the way," he said, eyes on Neil who was sleeping sweetly still.

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[personal profile] borntohang 2019-12-09 06:25 pm (UTC)(link)

He eyes Rosie for a moment. She's being quite friendly despite everything. That makes her rise in Harry's estimation. The caution that is evident in her voice is only self preservation. Smart girl.

"Yeah?" He sighs. "Not in my experience... But it's a nice thought," he concedes.

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[personal profile] borntohang 2019-12-10 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)

Well, he's got himself a nice flat and a lovely boy, so whatever this is, it's better than where he was heading. Twenty in D block - nicknamed the Submarine for lack of oxygen and daylight. No, this was infinitely better. "No, you're right," he can concede that. "How about you, Rosie?"

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[personal profile] borntohang 2019-12-17 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)

Harry arches an eyebrow. She has no obligation to talk about anything, but she does end her words in a cliff-hanger, so he wonders if there's more. "Oh?"

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[personal profile] borntohang 2019-12-18 08:19 am (UTC)(link)

"No," Harry says, and it's a moment before he continues. "There was that thing in the summer." That thing. That thing that got Neil abducted - and Rosie too, he knows. Neil still won't talk about it, but Harry knows it was bad.

And Harry? Did he fight, did he help, did he save the boy he claimed to hold so dear? No, Harry had been overcome by a black mood, and had done nothing much except lying in bed, drinking brandy and forgetting to take his pills. He's not proud of it, but he knows he can't really fight it.

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[personal profile] borntohang 2019-12-22 07:58 pm (UTC)(link)

"Neil won't talk about it," Harry observes as he watches Neil again. The boy had come back covered in bruises and looking as if he'd been tortured. It bothered Harry a lot that he didn't know what happened. It bothered him that he couldn't kill whoever was to blame for it.

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[personal profile] borntohang 2019-12-23 08:33 pm (UTC)(link)

Her words get to Harry more than she probably thinks it might. He thinks of Neil in a cage, he thinks of the bruises and the misery he so obviously felt. It had been hard to come out of it. But Neil's misery had somehow cured Harry's black mood - as if he had no time for it any more. The pills might have something to do with it also, but he prefers to think it's Neil's doing.

"Let's not dwell on that, ey?" He suggests. "You all came out alive - thankfully."

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[personal profile] borntohang 2019-12-28 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)

Harry nods thoughtfully. "I hope so."