davin: (beaten)
Davin Kavanagh ([personal profile] davin) wrote2015-05-22 07:06 pm

so darling, darling stand by me (closed; mira, raleigh. dated to 5/20.)

After spending most of the day in the hospital, Davin was released with a cast on his right hand and a few stitches in his temple, along with other various bandages. His face is bruised but Joel's potion, along with Davin's own, helped with the swelling. The prognosis on his hand is good, and for that Davin is relieved. He knows a lot of it had to do with Joel's potion. It helped repair the bones and get them all in the right place by the time he went in for x-rays, so he didn't even have to have surgery on it. His own potion will help speed along the healing process, but for now he's stuck with this cast and the sobering realization of how much it sucks to not be able to use your dominant hand.

James brought him home and Davin got him to help make a batch of hot cocoa, because nothing, not even being under blankets in the hospital, made him feel warm. It wasn't until he had cocoa in his belly and James' arms around him in bed that he was finally able to relax and sink into that warmth, allowing himself to really sleep for the first time in days.

Now, an entire day has passed since he and Spencer were saved from that warehouse, and Davin is already feeling a little better. He moves to the couch with a new batch of cocoa, burrowing under a pile of blankets even though it's perfectly pleasant outside. He just can't seem to chase that chill away, not unless James' arms are around him.

Davin assures James that it's okay for him to go down to the station for awhile, and tells him that he has friends coming over to look after him. He leaves with a kiss and a promise to bring back some food, and Davin watches him go with a soft smile.

He hasn't seen Mira or Raleigh since he was taken, and he's missed them terribly. He spoke to them both briefly on the phone, and now they're on their way over. The door is locked up tight until Joel can come teach him how to set up wards, but Mira has a key and instructions to let herself in. Davin curls up in his nest of blankets and carefully moves until he finds a position that isn't too hard on his cracked ribs.

His friends will be here soon, and then James will come back. It's okay; he's safe. Davin takes a breath and closes his eyes, drifting off into a light sleep while he waits.
astra_inclinant: (little and snuggly)

[personal profile] astra_inclinant 2015-05-25 10:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Mira lets herself be tugged in. "I know," she admits, "but you practically carried me up the stairs when I wasn't sleeping, so I think I'm allowed a few minutes of sniffles over you being actually kidnapped." She leans into the hug, careful not to put too much weight on his ribs.

"Raleigh's not lying about the food," she adds after a second. "I don't know what all she made, but it's on top of a couple casseroles." She laughs, embarrassed at how trite that seems. Not much they could do after they attempted the badass method to no result.
callmeemily: ([...] side-eye)

[personal profile] callmeemily 2015-05-26 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
Raleigh settles herself on the couch, closer to him, and she nods. "I know you're not going to break," she says with a shake of her head. "Didn't think you were." She smiles at him, shifting so that she's curled up on the couch. "But yeah - there's ice cream and a couple of pot pies and maaaaaybe there's a chocolate potato cake in there." She raises her brows, looking over at Davin. "You should be set for a while, unless you have a huge party or something." That's pretty much off the table right now, but that doesn't mean she can't make the joke.
astra_inclinant: (double take)

[personal profile] astra_inclinant 2015-05-27 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
"No thanks needed," Mira says automatically, waving a hand. "I didn't have much other way to be useful, so..."

"Nah, we just got in that quality girl time we'd been missing out on and talked shit about you," she jokes, but her joke is basically as effective as Davin's. She'd been horribly, desperately scared that he'd die in a thousand gruesome ways, or never be found, or come back with no memory, or -- like, a lot of things, okay -- and just being able to sit on his couch
and make dumb jokes is relieving. "Yeah." She tucks her head in against his shoulder, willing herself to be less fragile. "Can you maybe not with the kidnapping in future? I think that sounds good."
callmeemily: ([with] held)

[personal profile] callmeemily 2015-05-28 06:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"'Course I missed you," Raleigh said as she leaned her head back on his shoulder, not quite curled up against his side because of his afformentioned ribs, but she's pretty close. "Mira and Oscar and I pretty much missed you a ton." She smiles, and she's trying to do the same thing-- try and be normal.

"I mean, you've got the comfiest couch, and who else will we watch Netflix with?" She's teasing him a little, and she's trying not to talk about the kidnapping, about what happened unless he wants to.