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#1
His brows did their best attempt at becoming one with his hairline at Fletcher locking the door and taking off his coat. It seemed all very dramatic of the man in Theo's mind. Yet, still he held his ground. He was not going to drink the medicine. You could not pay him enough to do so. 

Sighing, Theodore rested further back against the headboard and eyed Fletcher through drooping eyes. "You can say you put up the good fight and be done with it now, Jack. Pour it into a plant or off the balcony but I'm not drinking that," 'ever again.'
#2
"Mandragora," he corrected with a deep scowl. "You can put it down, Mr. Daw. It won't be necessary."

'I don't deserve it.'

His words may have come off calm and clear but his left hand still picked anxiously at his bandaging, causing the edges to fray. Theo's thoughts still oozed with self-disgust and a desire to punish himself for his perceived misdeeds.
 
'Besides,' he reckoned to himself, 'what's the worst Jack can do to me? I broke bones punching a tub after months learning how to throw a proper one. I'm clearly too fragile to be manhandled and too exhausted to give chase. He's bluffing.'
#3
"Mhmm," he hummed back, not at all catching on how it sounded. Theo raised a brow back at Fletcher's declaration while eyeing his movements. The return of the teacup though caused a slight grimace and another sigh. 

"He got sick often too then? I've heard healers are always bad about taking medicine." Theo attempted a half smile but gave up as he continued to refuse the cup and instead stared at it in contemplation. "What's in it?"
#4
Theo looked embarrassed but nodded along. "Aye, that I can do, although you owe me nothing...not even your friendship."

He sighed and leaned back against the headboard some looking utterly exhausted beyond belief. "It's good to see you smile again though." Theo gave a half smile back in return. "I missed it."
#5
He stared intensely at the other man, his face a mask of guilt and sorrow that turned into compassion. Theo wanted nothing more than to ask if he could hug the other man, to seek comfort as much as to provide it, but he knew better. It had ended so poorly last time. Just as today had gone so terribly because of him.

"...will you forgive me then? Just as I forgive you? I...I want my friend back and I don't even think I deserve that, but I am selfish and spoiled and I want that Jack. The leash means nothing unless I'm alone. The changes," he sighed and looked to the side some and shrugged before continuing, "I hardly notice them. They come, they go. It has been like this in varying ways my whole life. But, I can see how that is entrapping for you."

Theo licked his lips and picked at his bandaging as he hesitated anxiously. "Will you tell me now what he said to you that upset you this deeply? If it was about me, I assure you it was nothing I have not already heard before," the nobleman added with a very calm and resigned expression.
#6
Without being able to see through his tears and hands, Theo completely missed Fletcher's protests and so continued to sob and apologize without interruption. "First there was the..." he quieted as he signed the word for 'kiss' before continuing, "and then you got in trouble when I promised you everything would be okay and it wasn't and I was too cocky and let my ego get in the way. Everything's been falling apart and it's all my fault. I thought if I just gave you space it would be okay but I should have just apologized sooner. And I'm so, so sorry. I've ruined everything. And I said such horrible things to you. I called you the worst names. I've never even used those words out loud before and I was so mad and I took it out on you. And then I went and had another pathetic pity party," he spat the words flailing his right hand up into the air only to whimper-groan at the pain and bring both hands back into his lap.

Sniffling and with red, teary eyes Theodore finally looked up at his friend and met his gaze. "This is not how friends behave. I am so," the breath caught in his lungs making his words shutter and shake, "so sorry. For my actions. My words. Everything."
#7
Fletcher smiled at him and Theo burst into tears. The weight of the months of their deteriorating friendship that had resulted in his disgusting, violent, on cruel outburst on the training grounds followed by his own guilt-filled pity party and broken hand slammed into him all at once. Oh how he had missed that smile, had missed his friend and their bond. To have it now when he deserved it the least just made him cry harder. His medicine was precariously abandoned so he could bury his face in his hands while sobbed all the harder. 

"I don't deserve it...or you. I have been so awful to you and I'm so sorry. I'm a terrible friend."
#8
Theo recoiled his head back from the drink as he attempted to reach for it with his injured right hand. He was still so foggy from passing out and the pain, that it took several reaching attempts to figure out that he couldn't use that hand and that was the reason why Fletcher was playing keep away with the cup. Finally, he managed to accept it with his left hand although he immediately placed it in his lap instead of drinking from it.

"What happened? Why am I...home? Yes, home. How much trouble am I in?"
#9
The healer raised his brows, a brief look of amusement passing his features at the knowledge before nodding his head. Theodore would be in excellent care then. The Baroness for her part however waved Fletcher off, commanding him to do what was best while she tried to sort out the payments and clothes and healer all in one go.

Theo on the other hand started to come in and out of consciousness while Fletcher was absent getting the carriage together. In fact the entire getting into the carriage, getting home, and getting into bed were a blur of lights and faces and dizzying movement. His hand still throbbed and ached something fierce. "It hurts," he groaned, finally admitting to his pain while trying to sit up in bed. "Did...is the outfit ok?"
#10
"Not until I remove the bandaging in two to three weeks time and then only scales and minor stretching. If he feels pain he is to stop and not push through. Poor lad, he does seem to be the stubborn type. Let me tend to her ladyship," the healer replied, rolling his eyes with a deeply aggravated sigh. "See to it he's brought home at once. Boy needs his rest. I can trust you with his medicine then?" A bag was held out to Fletcher to take as the man gave him a very stern and pointed look. 
#11
Theo was out before he even hit Fletcher's arms. His head lulled in unconsciousness into the other man's neck as he was carried to a sofa to lay on. The garments were quickly removed and the healer made quick work of getting a direct answer from the Baroness. At least with Theodore passed out, the most painful part of initiating the magical splinting and healing would not be something he remembered. Baroness Archer of course was losing her mind in concerned hysterics as the other ladies worked to console.

Even unconscious though, the nobleman made a pained groan of pain as the healer worked as quickly and efficiently as he could. Theo's hand glowed blue then purple and finally settled on green before the magic sunk within his skin. Healer Stoney then wrapped the man's hand in bandaging and turned to address Fletcher with Theodore's care. I will be giving him some mandragora with will help with the pain but will also act as a sedative for him. He will likely be very tired and very out of it. Don't be surprised if he experiences some hallucinations or acts out of character. However, if he does start vomiting, discontinue use entirely. It should fully heal in two to three weeks but if he is still experiencing problems, have me sent for. For the first week though see that he is taking the mandragora every quarter of the day without fail. After that point only as needed and by the later weeks he can switch to willow bark tea to manage the more minor pains. Questions?"
#12
Had the circumstances been different Theo might have actually been amused by how antsy Fletcher was. His bodyguard had always come off so confident and go with the flow that seeing such anxiety over such a small injury was almost endearing. Having seen the scars, Theodore could only imagine what worse treatment the other man had survived and didn't at all feel the fussing was necessary.

Pretty boys like him always turned out fine. A little pain was the least he could quietly suffer given how much worse others regularly endured. He was sure if he complained he'd just be made fun of for the fact his precious piano was at risk of losing a player or that his penmanship would no longer be as graceful as it once was. Poor pretty boy. Look how he feels so sorry for himself.

No he deserved this. This was for losing his temper. This was for hurting his friend. This was for being such a constant spoiled brat, for lacking compassion, patience, and understanding. He'd forgotten his place. Of course Fletcher wouldn't trust him after he'd kissed him in public, after he got his job threatened, after he ruined everything while swearing with an ego the size of a watermelon that it would be fine, he'd handle it, he knew what he was doing.

Theo grunted as another pin stabbed into his ribs. The women were all smiles and laughter in direct contrast to the anxious, concerned Fletcher. The nobleman for his part nodded his slightly in understanding, doing his best to offer a small half-smile. He was fine. He'd be fine. No need for his friend to worry more about his job or person. It wasn't Fletcher's fault after all. Theo was the one with petulant overgrown child temper tantrums.

Blessedly the healer arrived not much later. He was an older man known for his no-nonsense attitude but gentle hands and competent care. He was also a skilled mage.

"Ladies please. I clearly have a patient here. Can't this wait?"

"There are too many pins that need placing. We cannot stop now! Work around us!"

Theo offered the man an apologetic look while doing his best to hold his hand out still and straight for him. His bit his lip and whimpered as it was palpated, eyes shut against the pain or perhaps out of fear of seeing Fletcher's expression.

The cry however seemed to finally catch the Baroness's attention who immediately went from a fashion crazed mother to a suddenly concerned and sympathetic one. "Oh my baby my baby," she cried trying to touch his face and offer comfort. "What's wrong with him?!"

"Definitely broken," the healer murmured softly. "This could have gone seriously awry young man. You should have sent for me sooner."

"I apologize," Theo replied readily. "I knew how important this appointment was and did not dare keep these lovely ladies waiting. I will be more mindful in the future." The way he spoke came so easily as if he had been made to apologize for existing his entire life.

"Now then there are three methods of which I can repair this—"

"Oh by any means necessary! My Teddy Bear is a pianist. He must be able to use his hands by the upcoming debutante ball to entertain his sweetheart the Lady Obower. Have you met her? She's such a delightful lady isn't she?"

"As I was saying, the bones are pretty set sir but they risk falling out of place as you attempt to use the hand while it is healing. We can simply bandage the hand and allow nature to take its course. It would be very slow however—"

"That isn't an option. Next. I only want the best. Cost isn't a problem. We need this done quickly!"

Theo swayed slightly where he stood, his vision going a bit fuzzy as his mother continued to keep interrupting the healer. "Perhaps Mother we could let Mr. Stoney finish his assessment," he whispered. His stomach turned again and he wondered if he was ill right here how long he'd survive afterwards for causing such offenses.

"Are you well, Honorable Lord Archer?" The healer placed a hand on Theo's shoulder while trying to peer into the man's eyes.

"I will be fine under your care, thank you."

The older man, ignoring the Baroness's prattling, squinted his eyes before reaching into his bag and unwrapping a small candy. "This will settle your stomach sir. Just don't chew it." He continued as Theo popped the ginger and honey pastille in his mouth with a slight grimace at the taste.

"As I was saying the fastest option is to cast a healing spell however they have a tendency when it comes to hand and arm bones to be rather volatile on rare occasions or to heal improperly. My recommendation is a hybridization of magic and nature. If I use magic I can splint and hold the bones in place while allowing the body to do what it needs to. However, it will be much more painful but will also heal much faster and in theory correctly. I can prescribe mandragora for the pain but it will mean you will be confined to bed until it heals as the effects are quite strong."

Theo was already in the process of nodding his head to accept the more painful option when his mother started off asking after the speed of healing and if he'd be able to play piano. His vision blurred again, the edges turning black as swayed again, completely unsure if he'd manage to catch himself before he fell off the pedestal.
#13
Theo did his best to rest his injured hand in his lap. The jostling of the carriage however was doing nothing for the pain. The man whimpered softly, biting his lip hard at one particularly nasty bump in the road and looking more and more by the second like he was going to be ill. He pressed his knee into Fletcher's without thinking, taking comfort from friendly contact in the crowded, unpleasant space that was as much a cage as home.

He practically tumbled right out of the carriage as soon as it stopped and had to lean against the side to keep from upending his stomach on the spot. Not even the Baroness's flailing and squawking was phasing him in the moment. "Tiffany," Theo called softly to the very tall and broad-shouldered guard. "Can you fetch the healer please." The man nodded his head although glanced to Fletcher, wordlessly asking permission as Ivory dragged her son in for his fitting.

The nobleman was immediately swarmed by the seamstress and her assistant as all three woman took to poking at his clothes and trying to use him as a living doll for their own entertainment. For his part, Theodore endured without complaint save for the occasional flinch and jerk of his hand as it was bumped in their excitement.
#14
"We're going to be late," he sighed. "And I'm covered in sand. She's going to have a fit. Her poor nerves." Theodore shook his head and did his best to brush his shoulder off with one hand while walking out the door and down the stairs. Sure enough, as soon as he was within sight, the Baroness started up her godawful shrieking, going on and on about them being late and how difficult it was to even get an appointment with this seamstress to begin with and how prestigious the woman was, how she did the clothes for the Viscountess Noxel and not just anyone could do that harpy's clothes.

"What happened to your hand?! Oh my nerves!" The Baroness immediately started faint-falling in Fletcher's direction the moment the pair were within range and she caught sight of Theo's broken hand. She fanned herself rapidly while melting to the floor. 

"I require a healer. I had a fall," he replied in an unusually reserved and clipped manner. "The fitting can wait."

"The fitting most certainly cannot! Into the carriage at once! BOTH OF YOU!" Suddenly the woman was apparently fine from her nervous spell and was back to her feet and shoving her son forward as fast as possible. "You too Mr. Daw! You've delayed us long enough Teddy Bear. We can have a healer meet us there!"

Mother and son sat side by side leaving only the spot across from Theo for Fletcher as the Baroness placed her tiny coin purse in the space across from her.
#15
He didn't need to hear to know it. Theo wanted nothing more than to reach out and cup Fletcher's cheek, to brush the sweat off his brow, to pull him close and reassure him it was okay, that there was nothing to worry about. His eyes slid away from the other man's lips as a shadow fell over them. He didn't have the right to care. He was a terrible friend and this was just pity and fear for Fletcher's job. The man was even trying to cover for him again.

"No. It's my fault. I was standing on the chair and it broke. I tried to use my hand to catch myself and there was a snap. It's my fault. I'm sorry to trouble you. Can you please help right the folding screen before we get help? Don't need extra questions."
#16
Inhale. Exhale. Silent scream.

Theo kept his eyes on Fletcher's face as the man felt the bones in his broken hand. But, even the slightest pressure turned him green and the fullest pressure blew his pupils as wide as dinner plates. His lips turned pure white in an effort to keep them closed while a muffled, wheezing, groaning scream of pain strained out of him.

The nobleman breathed fast and heavy from his nose as he was released, brows furrowed in pain as he desperately focused on remaining put together. It took several attempts for him to be able to speak but, even then it was through loosely gritted teeth.

"It will heal on its own. The Baroness will be expecting us downstairs soon."
#17
He readjusted his stance to brace himself better and then nodded. "Go ahead."
#18
Theo looked away like a sullen teenager because he knew that Fletcher's words were true. He just could not understand how the man could be so seemingly gentle and patient with him though after all the horrible things he said and way he behaved. Or how he could act like he cared after months of just holding him at a distance. Of course Theodore wanted his friend back, but not like this, not because of this. It just made him feel like they were never friends at all. But, then again, given their status differences, perhaps that was the truth after all.

With a short, reluctant sigh, Theo removed his hand from under his arm, although he refused to look down at it and held it out to Fletcher. The back of his hand was already blooming a nasty black bruise and had begun to swell. His fingers hung half-curled as if the effort to straighten them was too much. The skin itself was hot to the touch, a stark contrast to his usual icy hands. The look on his face though was that of complete and utter shame.
#19
He untucked his uninjured left hand and held it up to Fletcher. First he turned it one way and then the other, proving there was nothing wrong with it all while giving the look of a very irritated teenage boy who had no time for his overbearing parents and their pointless rules and nonsense. "Happy?"
#20
He pursed his lips and glanced guiltily at the chair while muttering under his breath. "Clearly the chair was the one more in need of rescuing." Theo nearly gasped though as he saw Fletcher's back. He bit his lip hard instead to quiet himself. The extent of healed injuries was far more than he had ever imagined. Theo had been told over the months of knowing Fletcher that he had an angry father and had also lived at sea for a good portion of his life. But, this was far more than just that. It made him feel sick to his stomach knowing how strong Fletcher was to have survived while he himself whined and bemoaned a life of luxury and comfort. It was disgustingly out of touch with reality, and he knew it.

Theo scrubbed at his face, turning his back to the servant quarters and began picking some things up. The privacy screen would require help but the items knocked over on the dresser he could handle himself. He used his foot to sweep the chair pieces into a pile. By the time Fletcher was walking back in the door, Theodore was righting the last tchotchke.

The nobleman crossed his arms, tucking his injured hand carefully under the other and out of view while looking at Fletcher with an unimpressed raised brow. He shrugged and looked around the room. "It's a mess, I know. Have at it if you wish to confirm its safety." He shook his head and stepped back from the chair carnage, turning rather green as the movement jostled and squished his hand in a deeply painful way.