He needs you. Come home. He's hurt. Yancy hasn't woken up.
Raleigh is completely unaware that Herc calls to let Chuck know. He has no idea Mako makes a second call, though it crosses his mind to call Chuck himself and beg him to please come back, he can't take this, his brother is laying in a hospital bed and he's dying and Raleigh can't--
Do this alone.
He needs Chuck so goddamn bad right now it hurts and even with Mako there as much as she's able, he's still withdrawn, hollow, desperate.
They can't get him to leave Yancy's room long enough to take a shower or eat, so they bring clothing, let him shower in Yancy's bathroom. Mako brings him breakfast, lunch and dinner, and Raleigh picks at it, barely eats and instead sits and talks to Yancy, tells him what's going on, reads the paper, reads a book that Yancy used to read when he was home.
Sometimes, he sleeps curled in the chair and sometimes he sleeps on the pull out couch. Sometimes he doesn't sleep at all.
Right now, he's dozing in the chair, newspaper slowly beginning to slide from his lap. If someone comes in he might jerk awake (or he might not, Raleigh's exhausted and in some physical pain of his own, that left shoulder is pretty fucked up), but until then,
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Come home.
He's hurt.
Yancy hasn't woken up.
Raleigh is completely unaware that Herc calls to let Chuck know. He has no idea Mako makes a second call, though it crosses his mind to call Chuck himself and beg him to please come back, he can't take this, his brother is laying in a hospital bed and he's dying and Raleigh can't--
Do this alone.
He needs Chuck so goddamn bad right now it hurts and even with Mako there as much as she's able, he's still withdrawn, hollow, desperate.
They can't get him to leave Yancy's room long enough to take a shower or eat, so they bring clothing, let him shower in Yancy's bathroom. Mako brings him breakfast, lunch and dinner, and Raleigh picks at it, barely eats and instead sits and talks to Yancy, tells him what's going on, reads the paper, reads a book that Yancy used to read when he was home.
Sometimes, he sleeps curled in the chair and sometimes he sleeps on the pull out couch. Sometimes he doesn't sleep at all.
Right now, he's dozing in the chair, newspaper slowly beginning to slide from his lap. If someone comes in he might jerk awake (or he might not, Raleigh's exhausted and in some physical pain of his own, that left shoulder is pretty fucked up), but until then,