Set in season four Cancer arc and told from a third person POV
TWELVE HOURS OF LOVE
It’s hard not to notice him that first time. It’s just after 6pm and he is shouting at the
nursing staff, refusing to relinquish his hold on the tiny red-headed woman he
is cradling in his arms, clutching her to him as the blood on her face
transfers to the white cotton of his shirt, drenching them both in a sea of
crimson that blooms and grows with every second that passes. There
is in fact, so much blood it’s difficult for me to figure out the source from
my vantage point.
She is making an ugly, gurgling, choking sound even as her
body jerks against his. Her head is
thrown back and he is desperately trying to still her movement lest she injures
herself further, his frantic pleas to the nursing staff increasing in volume until
he is practically screaming at them.
He is in full panic mode; not thinking at this point, simply
reacting to the situation he has found himself in and although I’m sure there
is a small part of him that recognises that nothing can be done until he allows
them to take her from him, sheer primal terror is preventing him from releasing
My throat tightens at the sight of him as he finally allows
the attending ER staff to take over, the expression on his face one of such
yearning as she is transferred to the waiting gurney and wheeled away from him
that it literally takes my breath away.
His final keening cry reverberating around the large area around us
before he collapses to his knees on the linoleum floor that is now speckled
with her blood, covering his face with hands that are equally as marked. His shoulders are shaking and even though he
makes no sound, I know from bitter experience that he is weeping. Hopeless, uncontrollable distress that has no
sound; the most painful kind I think.
No one moves. No one
reacts. As though he is a wounded animal
who might attack at any moment and for just a few heartbeats, it’s like time
has simply stopped.
And then I force myself to move; to cross the space between
us, my training coming to the fore as I pull a pair of surgical gloves from the
pocket of my tunic and slip them on to protect myself from the blood that
covers him. Second nature in an
environment such as this.
Tentatively I place my hand on his shoulder, carefully not
exerting too much pressure through my touch, but just enough to get his
attention because although I don’t consider myself a medical professional, I
have lived though more moments like this than I can recall and I know that
right now, gentleness is the key.
Echo would most likely go the traditional route since, to him, it was the safest route to go. Most of it would depend on if he was on leave or not, unfortunately, but he would still make it happen even if it was late. He’d would have saved up a good amount of credits for it too, and take his s/o to their favorite restaurant, and even out to see a movie. He’d add his own twist at the end, though, and would surprise them with the most beautiful silver locket with his name ingrained in the back.
While Echo is traditional, Fives is unique. Flowers and candy were ok, but he wanted to do something less clique. His s/o was special, so he didn’t want to treat them they same way every other boyfriend would be doing that day. So if they were down for it, he’d get them matching tattoos. He wanted to constantly have a reminder that they were his, and he wanted them to have a piece of him whenever he was away for months.
Poor Wolffe would honestly have no idea what to do. He’s never been the romantic type, but that’s because he’s never worn his heart in his sleeve. He wanted to do something for them, and thought that they deserved the best, but would be at a lost. Eventually he would get them a promise ring. He would be flustered while giving it to them, and would be terrified that they would reject it. He would even be straight forward about not being use to this type of stuff. When his s/o accepted it he would be relieved, and would let them drag him wherever they wanted to.
Rex would feel bad because there wasn’t much he could do. That was just one of the sad truth of their relationship, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t try. He’d want it to be a surprise too, so the weeks leading up to it he was completely silent about Valentines Day, he didn’t even bring it up unless his s/o did. When it came around he’d surprise them with exotic flowers. They weren’t easy to get, and lord knows he had a hell of a time keeping them alive, but all the effort was worth it when he saw his s/o’s face.
Cody originally wouldn’t have put a lot of thought into it, in fact he almost forgot about the holiday all together. He only remembered the holiday a few days before, and had to practically scramble to figure something out. He end up settling with taking them out on the town. Cody never really spends his credits, so he would take them to any and every shop they wanted to. He’d probably buy them a ton of new clothes, jewelry, and spoil them as much as possible.
Hearts and Hooves day date with Lexis Arc and Pinkie Pie <3
Had 1 more day to get a Valentine’s Day achievment on an art server I was on. Was originally gonna draw a different couple that happens to be a threesome (and even more trashy) but it was hard so I went with something simpler, and ended up surprising myself.
To those who don’t already know him from my previous art, or are still confused, Lexis Arc is a character a friend helped me design as a ship for Pinkie in a fanfic I was making and just never got round to doing properly. He is not related to Fausticorn XD