Håkon
11 years ago
[Event] drew in a sharp breath through his teeth, nearly losing balance from standing on one foot. He supported himself on the desk with one hand and grabbed for the phone with the other, calling the _
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Håkon
11 years ago
number he'd recieved days ago.
Søren
11 years ago
answered it after a few rings. "Hej?" He had no idea whose number it was. He always gave out his, anyways.
Håkon
11 years ago
frowned for a moment, wondering if he'd accidentally called a foreign number until he recognised the voice. ".. Hei. About my foot.. ehm..."
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Søren
11 years ago
blinks and smirked a little. "Ah, ja. What about it? Gettin' worse?"
Håkon
11 years ago
swallowed his embarrasment and levelled his voice again. "Mm.. Had to walk on it for a while."
Søren
11 years ago
shakes his head a bit. "I'll be over in a moment, I gotta pick up a few things from a story first. Just sit and have some coffee or somethin'."
Håkon
11 years ago
nodded idly, a little reassurred by that. "Okay.. I'll just leave the door open then." He mumbled, carefully turning around to face the bed as the door wasn't locked to begin with.
Søren
11 years ago
arrived not too long later, knocking lightly before entering his room, just to be some what polite. He put a small bag by the door before looking for the other. "Hej?"
Håkon was
11 years ago
sitting in bed, leaning back against the wall with his bad foot up on a pillow while he kept the other leg propped up to support a book he was reading. There were a good amount of books around on the floor _
Håkon
11 years ago
and surfaces, most knocked over. He glanced up just as he'd unbuttoned the last buttons of his shirt, having felt too warm from all the hopping and stumbling around. "God dag." He answered evenly.
Søren
11 years ago
blinks a bit as he saw him, smiling. "God dag. How does yer ankle feel?" He put his coat on a chair nearby as he looked at the others ankle.
Håkon
11 years ago
watched him approach, sighing quietly and moving his gaze back to the book. "Like shit, 's why I called." It was pretty swollen and definitely in a worse state than the Med Student had left it in.
Søren
11 years ago
shakes his head as he inspected it closely. "It'd be smart if ye listened to me once. If ye keep this up, ye'll have to take weeks off school. And I doubt someone like ye would wanna risk that." He went to
Søren
11 years ago
get ice and a towel for him like before, hoping to reduce the swelling.
Håkon
11 years ago
glared at the idea of that. The reason he'd been walking on it in the first place was to get to his school work. He grumbled under his breath and put down the book while waiting.
Søren
11 years ago
came back into the room and smiled. "Don't look so grumpy." He lightly put the towel on his ankle, putting light pressure on it.
Håkon
11 years ago
bit back a small hiss, watching him work. ".. If you expect me to smile you've come to the wrong place."
Søren
11 years ago
smirks and looked to him. "I bet I can get ye to smile some time."
Håkon
11 years ago
stared at him inscrutably in silence for a few long moments. "You'll lose." He stated matter-of-factly.
Søren
11 years ago
hums. "We'll see~" He smiled while administering to his ankle. He set the towel on his ankle for a few moments while he retrieved his bag, bringing it into the bedroom with him. He pulled out a bottle of water
Søren
11 years ago
and medicine, handing it to the other. "Here. This medicine helps with swellin' and pain."
Håkon
11 years ago
's expression was as if set in stone throughout the process, even if the slightest touches were a pain. He exhaled quietly when the other left the room, taking the time to fix his hairpin. Extending his hands,_
Håkon
11 years ago
he took the items, tapping his fingers absently on the bottle while his eyes moved between it and the box.
Søren
11 years ago
didn't want to touch his ankle, since he knew it must be painful for the other. He wanted the other to be able to relax for a while. "Is there anythin' I can get ye? Food, snacks, anythin'?"
Håkon
11 years ago
hesitated, before opening the bottle and taking a couple of pills. He put the cap back on, considering his words. He felt oddly conflicted for a little while, and ended up simply shrugging.
Søren
11 years ago
nodded at that and turned around to get something from his bag. "Close yer eyes." He wanted to surprise him~
Håkon
11 years ago
raised an eyebrow, watching him. Surprisingly, he found himself soon doing as he was told and calmly asked, ".. Is this a part of the treatment, too?"
Søren
11 years ago
smiled and glanced behind him to make sure his eyes were closed. "Ja, it's a very important part." He pulled out a pink bunny plushie and walked over to the Norwegian. He situated the bunny between on his lap
Søren
11 years ago
before putting the others arm around it. "There. Now the healin' process can begin~"
Håkon
11 years ago
shrugged his shoulders, and blindly put the medication and the bottle to the side. He startled slightly when he felt a light weight on his legs and something fluffy against his bare stomach, accidentally _
Håkon
11 years ago
opening his eyes. It didn't matter, though, because he remained stunned at the sight even as his hand was placed on the teddy-- no, bunny.
Søren
11 years ago
smiled as he watched the others reaction. "There. Picture perfect~" He was truly happy at what had been accomplished. He also had to try hard not to stare at his bare chest. But that was a challenge he wasn't
Søren
11 years ago
expecting to deal with.
Håkon
11 years ago
appeared to be almost spellbound by the simple plushie, lightly curling his fingers into the pink threads. He blinked, snapping out of it, and shook his head as he glanced up at the other in mild confusion.
Søren
11 years ago
chuckles as he leaned against the wall. "It's become a common practice I do. When I deal with kids they always have a rough time bein' away from home and their parents, so I always bring 'em a gift to help keep
Søren
11 years ago
'em company and to help pass the time. And it's a way I always stay with them, to show that everyone is important to me..." He scratched the back of his neck lightly after. "Not to say ye're a kid at all, but..
Søren
11 years ago
it's just habit now."
Håkon
11 years ago
watched him for a little while he spoke, though returned his attention to the plushie on his lap shortly. He frowned lightly, nodding idly a few times. Running his hand over the soft material, he cleared _
Håkon
11 years ago
his throat before speaking. "It's cu-.. nice. Tusen takk."
Søren
11 years ago
blinked in surprised that he didn't just toss it away. He smiled widely at that and nodded. "Just enjoy it. And if yer ankle has sudden throbbin' pain, ye can always use it as a stress relief." He was happy to
Søren
11 years ago
see the other accept something without any resistance.
Håkon
11 years ago
let out a small chuckle at that, and nodded as he turned the bunny around in his hands with fascination.
Søren
11 years ago
smiled some more as he kept leaning against the wall, amused by how the other treated the plush. He had no idea he'd take a liking to it this fast.
Håkon
11 years ago
might have a weakness for things like this.. One of the few things he'd never known how to hide from others. He looked the plushie over some more before letting go of it to start buttoning his shirt again. He _
Håkon
11 years ago
coughed and kept his eyes down, wondering how he should formulate what he wanted to say, or even if it was a good idea. "Would you, uhm.." Grimacing lightly, he shut up and huffed quietly at his own stupidity.
Søren
11 years ago
raised his brow. "Hmm? Would I what?" He pushed off from the wall and got closer to the side of the bed.
Håkon
11 years ago
had nearly forgotten the phrases commonly used for the invitation. He kept quiet for some moments while thinking, determined to keep the embarrasment at bay, and straightened his collar. ".. Are you occupied?"
Søren
11 years ago
tilted his head up and thought about it for a bit before shaking his head. "No classes today. Just study time." He smiled a bit. "But I do that everyday, so one day off shouldn't hurt."
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