So forest wrote this piece because Spubba was hurt and Taryn was threatening to strike unless somebody came up with something. See what you miss when you're not on the list? The stuff in italics are forest's comments.

Recovery
by Forest

Disclaimers: WEP owns 'em, and this is so poor even they could've come up with it. Blatantly stole some stuff from Heroes.

Hunk blinked muzzily and wondered again why he'd been so against taking the painkillers. They were nice. He felt...good. He realized he was thinking in monosyllables, and grinned. He felt dumb. Big dumb Hunk. That was him. A monkey with a wrench. Hey, monkey wrench! That was pretty funny. The ceiling looked so far away. Or maybe it didn't. It was white. He chuckled quietly.

"What's so funny?"

The question came in an amused drawl from somewhere around his feet. That was pretty funny, questions coming from his feet. Talking with Pidge's voice, too. That was even funnier. He was fairly certain that if he raised his head, Pidge would be standing there, not just his voice coming from Hunk's feet, but raising his head would be... hard. It was too heavy. Heavy head. That sounded neat. Heavyhead heavyhead heavyheavyheavyhead.

"Monkey wrench." He said, though he couldn't exactly remember why. Then he burst into laughter.

Pidge's voice came again, underlaid with laughter. "You're lucky I love you. I could charge admission for this. You'd never live it down."

That didn't make sense. Neither did monkey wrenches. But they were funny. His mirth died under a sudden wave of sadness though. "Pidge?"

"Yeah?"

"I can't see you." He thought he might cry. He couldn't move, and Pidge was so far away.

Then, suddenly, Pidge was there, reaching out a hand to brush his hair away from his forehead, green eyes soft in that rare way that Hunk loved. "I'm right here."

"Why am I sad?"

Pidge's lips quirked a little, though Hunk couldn't see what was funny. The hand in his hair felt nice though. "You're having an... unusual reaction to the painkillers. There was nothing in your charts to indicate you would; do you remember anything that
might explain it?"

"I was happy just a minute ago."

Pidge leaned down and kissed him briefly. "Don't be sad." He whispered against his lips.

Hunk smiled. "Okay." Yes, that was better. Then he frowned. "I don't like painkillers. But that's silly. They're nice. Like... ceilings. Does that help?"

He looked at Pidge hopefully. He wanted to help. Pidge helped him, made him not sad anymore. Pidge grinned. "Sure. That helps. You should probably get some sleep."

"I'm not tired." As soon as he said it though, he was. A nice kind of tired, with that heavy tugging of limbs. "Sleep with me?"

"Hunk, you're in the med bay. It's not exactly private."

Hunk felt a flash of ire. "So what. They don' like it, fuck 'em." He growled.

Pidge sighed, but he was smiling as he set his glasses on a bedside table and crawled carefully into the bed, lying on his side with his head pillowed lightly on Hunk's chest and one arm draped across his middle. That was nice. Warm. Hunk was happy, and only felt a slight twinge of annoyance when he tried to wrap his arm around Pidge and realized he couldn't move it. Before he could figure out why, he fell asleep.

*******

Pain. Low, throbbing, promising pain, waking up just like he was waking up. And a voice. Pidge's voice, right next to him, and very quiet.

"...about four hours. He was pretty looped."

Then there was a quiet drone from another voice, but he couldn't make out the words.

"He didn't know. But he was really out of it. I don't think he even remembered the accident."

Of course he remembered the accident! Having a beam give way and drop half a house on you wasn't something you forgot. Who knew helping rebuild a village was going to be more risky than the battle that destroyed it in the first place? Though, there were some details since the accident that he was hazy on...

The drone stopped and Pidge spoke again. "Thanks. I'll let you know if anything seems off."

More of the other voice, and this time Pidge's response was tight, his voice full of restrained emotion. "I know. He had me scared. We were really lucky."

More voice, receding footsteps, a closing door. Pidge sighed and laid his head back down on Hunk's chest, tightening the arm around him in a possessive hug. The pressure made Hunk realize that that part of him didn't hurt. His torso... no pain there. Not much from his head, maybe a sympathy headache from the other pain... His left arm, maybe a little sore. The right, he thought the pain was probably just in his hand, but it seemed like it was lancing all the way up into his shoulder. He couldn't separate the pain messages coming from his legs. Just trying to focus his attention on them brought new surges of agony, and he couldn't stifle a groan. Instantly Pidge was sitting up by his side, and Hunk opened his eyes to see the concerned expression directed at him.

"You're awake! Are you okay?"

Hunk tried to speak, and his voice came out in a croak. "You were scared?"

Pidge blinked, then suddenly looked furious. "Of course I was scared, you idiot! A fucking house fell on you!"

"How bad is it?"

"You don't remember?"

"Not really."

The concerned look was back. "Maybe I should go get Gorma. Have him check for head injuries again."

"Later. How bad?"

"Considering? Not very. You'll heal back up to 100%. Your right hand is... broken." The sudden pallor that crossed Pidge's face told Hunk his hand was probably closer to crushed. "Your right arm is fractured in a few places. Both tibiae are broken, and you are now the proud owner of a brand-new patella in your right leg. But, by some miracle, everything seems to have missed your head and spine. Do you remember anything?"

"I remember everything about the accident, and being trapped, then... I'm not sure. I think I've been dreaming, I don't know what's actually happened... none of it seems real."

Pidge nodded. "You passed out, not sure if it was from pain or blood loss. Both seem pretty likely. You've been coming in and out of consciousness for the past day, but you had a weird reaction to the painkillers. You've been... well, funny."

Hunk frowned. "Funny how?"

"Funny funny. Like... Keith when he's drunk funny."

Hunk's eyes widened in horror. "No."

Pidge nodded, sudden mirth sparkling in his eyes. "You giggled."

"I. Don't. Giggle."

"You did. You said something about cotton balls and then you giggled for about ten minutes."

Hunk was about to hotly deny it, then he realized that something about that sounded vaguely familiar. "Oh no."

"Actually," Pidge leaned over him and smirked. Hunk knew that smirk. It was the smirk of pure evil, Pidge at his unbearable worst. He cringed, dreading what Pidge might say. The smirk deepened. "...It was kind of cute."

Hunk growled. "When I get out of here, I'm going to make you take that back."

"Oh? You're really not in much of a position to make threats right now. Remember, I could always just dope you up again, and this time let Lance in to watch over you."

"You wouldn't."

Pidge shrugged, but instantly dropped the game as a new surge of pain made Hunk's face spasm. "Dr. Gorma said the painkillers aren't having any negative effects other than making you a little punchy, can I get you more?"

It took a second before Hunk could talk. "No. I... hate those things."

"So you're just going to lie here and suffer?"

"It's not that bad."

"Liar. That's stupid. Just take something."

Hunk scowled and made his voice as fierce as he could. "No. Drop it."

Pidge's face fell. "I just don't like watching you hurt. Can I do anything?"

Hunk instantly felt sorry. "Thanks. Just... keep talking to me? Distraction helps."

"Distraction, huh?" Pidge cocked his head to one side and grinned wickedly. "I can do distraction."

He leaned down and licked Hunk's lips, then slid his tongue between them and sank into a deep kiss while the hand that wasn't supporting his weight started a deliberate path down Hunk's chest and slid under the waistband of his shorts. Hunk broke the kiss with a gasp, and Pidge grinned.

"So here I am, my lover strapped into a bed, unable to move and asking for distraction. You know, there are some men who would take advantage of this situation..." He paused for effect and to let the implications sink in. Hunk's eyes fluttered shut and a little whimper escaped his throat as Pidge continued, "And I'm one of them."

"But we're in the med bay!" Hunk tried to sound scandalized, but the effects of Pidge's hand stroking his cock reduced it to breathless.

Pidge made an odd snorting sound and said gruffly, "So what. They don' like it, fuck 'em."

For a second that sounded oddly familiar, then it very much no longer mattered.

*******

No, really, that's the end. *shrug*

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