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Tyrese exhaled heavily, grabbing the ducky messenger bag and dressing his daughter with the clothes inside. He wrapped her in her blanket and put her on his shoulder, using once hand and some expert maneuvers to shimmy on a jacket of his own. He was still taking her to see Lillian, it was doubtful Sela would even wake up to fight him on it now. After his utter explosion he knew he was going to get an earful, and he wasn't unlikely to keep his daughter tonight without some heated discussion inbetween. He may as well get it out of the way.

[EXIT]



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Tyrese spent a day at the Teagans, quietly for the most part, between taking meds and sleeping or thinking to himself. He was doing a lot of the last, feeling sick at the smell of pancakes and almost anything else that was cooked. He didn't want to eat, but eventually let himself be persuaded to nibble a bit of fruit. He was already miserable on a couch all day so he didn't want to eat, even when he managed to sit up it was too much pain to maintain for more than a good half hour. He wasn't so willing to snap at his friends out of his frustration, hence his silence and relative reservation. Maybe eventually everyone stopped asking how he was feeling and just let him sulk to himself. When that was achieved he asked for paper, or a notebook more specifically, and a pen. That was when he got to writing, mostly things that were in his head, until his braced wrist was swelling. But he ignored that, turning one page to move to the next. Writing was a lot better of an outlet for him, it always had been. It was easier than talking ever was.

He scribbled until the light turned dull yellow and was replaced by an electrical light source, a thin layer of sweat on his brow as he slowed and then stopped soon after. Since he was hungry he accepted dinner, after beginning to refuse anything other than Oreos if they had them, before hearing himself and being less difficult. He was an a**, he knew it. He wasn't wanting anything else, but what did it look like for him to be so bratty when they were doing all they could to help? That was when Ty began craving his own home again. Not to get away from these two, but just to be out of everyone's way. He was tired and he really wanted to not exist on anyone's radar. It was uncomfortable to be worried over or hurting where everyone could see. Knowing it wasn't likely he'd simply be dropped on his doorstep and left alone, the wolf glanced at his dead cell phone before borrowing one of the Teagan's phones and dialing his uncle. No trying to rely on Lysander again. The wolf waited while the phone rang, picking at his hospital gown and feeling a little dirty. When was it okay to take a shower? He wasn't going to sit there in his underwear or less while someone gave him a sponge bath. Hell to the no, as a friend of his would say.

Hakem answered and Ty could sense the alarm as he tried to explain what he needed. Playing it down didn't work much, the writer could hear the frown in his uncle's voice. While he did have the right intention at heart, Ty got tongue tied when it came to asking for his family to show up and be his caretaker for the next...who knew how long. The fine details were in the packet he got from the hospital, which he hadn't read. He'd already dozed off and gotten up again to finish his writing, no way he sat there and read whatever was in that paperwork. He gave Aubrey the phone, since Hakem knew Aubrey, and let her do the explaining as he tried, again, to get to the bathroom. The good news when he got back was that he was going home tonight. Tyrese don't understand for himself why asking for help and being vulnerable in front of others, family included, was so difficult for him. For reasons he couldn't explain, he felt like he'd done something wrong when he asked for help. Seems he wasn't quite so over the mind set his mother pounded into him, although his willingness was a sign he'd come a long way since then.

They waited to take him home until he could take new medication, he was sore enough without needing to be stuffed into a car and driven over bumpy roads. So a little over an hour later he swallowed his prescribed dose and gave it a while to kick in before he tried getting his things. They were able to leave after that, though all the wolf recalled was being pulled out of the car again, and after a while, waking up at home with his uncle there. The offer to eat was refused and with his sour mood the man wanted to do things on his own. His uncle didn't know where everything was, his throat was hurting and there was no room to try and explain every little detail for his specifics. Trying to do it on his own resulted in a good fall- not a particularly hard fall but enough to have him debilitated and enraged for a while. He just didn't get why his life was such a shitstorm. Because of Lillian?! He couldn't believe that, not that much of his life was predicated on her.

Hakem was getting frustrated and Tyrese knew it, shooing his uncle away from his medicine in the middle of the night and receding back into his thoughts until he dozed off. He was up mid morning and for once, hungry. Then again, being home was a good choice, he knew that. He needed to eat if he wanted to get better. He made it in the bathroom, getting help to get out again, before attempting a more pleasant mood and asking for curry. His uncle could do that, right? The wolf knew the teacher was a terrible cook, or hadn't learned to cook that is. Tyrese was better off eating fried acorns and sticks for breakfast. However, he let the man try while he did more writing, his lips pulled into a thin line.



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🎵☕️ I'm doing "Sleepy- Surprised"
🎵☕️ I'm wondering "Lumiere"
🎵☕️ Im carrying "About two grand and a pan of burning...stuff"
🎵☕️ I'm with "Tyrese/ Lillian."
🎵☕️ I'm wearing "Nurse 4 a Day"

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Hakem was up before his nephew to let in a house guest, one whom had clothes from home for him. He let her in, and snuck her upstairs while his nephew was asleep. Tyrese wouldn't mind, especially knowing it could save his life to not just have Hakem there: his nursing skills were why he never wanted children: taking care of things just wasn't his forte (the misses took care of Melody almost completely on her own.) While he was up he made oatmeal, because he wasn't such a dope that he couldn't boil a bit of milk, and sliced a banana over three bowels for three people. Tyrese was out cold, not even flinching as Hakem tried to wake him. Okay then! The wolf had his while watching tv and sipping coffee, the lifetime movie network chiming away on the television. Don't judge him. That was his early morning besides looking over Ty's medical papers and checking the mail, from which he borrowed the news paper to go job hunting. Ah, he wished he could teach in the next town over, but that'd be a pain to drive everyday. Perhaps he could teach online? Or maybe take the easy route and he a music instructor in town, it depended on the interest. If worse came to worse then he'd get whatever he could.

His attention was called by his nephew downstairs, whom had gotten himself to the bathroom but couldn't get himself out. Stubborn! Shaking his head, Hakem walked down to the first floor and helped the injured wolf back to the air mattress. He made sure he was okay to sit up on his own, and offered the oatmeal before the worst thing happened. Ty was making a request. Cook curry? Hakem twitched a skeptic brow as he placed his hands on his hips and looked down his nose at his nephew. "Sure..." he breathed out slowly, dropping his hands and shuffling off. As Ty told him to follow the recipe, Hakem gave an impartial c**k of his head and began rummaging for ingredients. He was dumping things into a pan, quite delicately, he thought, when it began to smell like it just wasn't cooking right...He was jiggling the control for the burner when a knock came at the door, his ears tuned to the sound as he wiped one hand on his apron and poked his head into the front room. Ty was staring at the door, looking pained after trying to get up himself. Alas, the mattress was too low the ground. Hakem pranced forward and got it instead, the pan still in his hand as the opposite reared the door into an open position. Uh...did he know this face? It was..."G'morning."

Tyrese already knew something was going wrong from the clatter of his dishes being handled more roughly then he thought was needed. What was Hakem doing exactly? Useless brute. Honestly, he swears his uncle has no finesse or grace. As smart and talented as he was, gentleness did not come easy; his name should be ogre instead of Hakem. The man sighed, feeling a pang in his side the longer he stayed sitting up. He was feeling groggy from the medicine still, looking for something in arm's reach to keep him preoccupied and finding nothing but his medicine and a glass of water. Where'd he put his journal that quick? The wolf chewed his lip when he spotted it at the foot of the couch, wondering if he could really get that low down with a cast on his leg. Before he could make up his mind, the smell of burned food reached his nose. What the hell?! "Hakem!" Tyrese snapped, met with silence and more banging pans. The recipe wasn't hard! It wasn't! Ugh! That's what he deserves for letting that teacher of all people in his kitchen. Was he cooking on the hugest heat setting? How could something be burning that soon? It was a slow cooking recipe! Ty smacked his palm into his forehead, grimacing in pain and grumbling that his uncle was fortunate his nephew was stuck in this bloody bed.

Tyrese looked up as a knocking came from his door, blinking over to the textured surface with a curious look. Which was it: Finn, Aubrey, or both? Or maybe even Lysander coming to chew him out. Ty looked both ways for a stable surface to get him up, pushing against the couch behind him before he nearly toppled out of bed. The sudden countering jerk to keep his balance sent a shock through several clusters of nerves, earning a stifled grown through clenched jaws. He was adjusting himself hack in bed when his uncle scrambled to the door with a smoking pan full of stink, to which Tyrese was immune as he held his side until the pain passed. It left almost unstantly when Lillian's voice felled from behind the threshold, Tyrese's eyes snapping open in alarm. Oh no, no no no! "Hakem...Hakem!" He said it twice while they made conversation. When he had his uncle's attention, he quickly shook his head. "Is Sela with her?" She wasn't allowed inside with his daughter with her. He hadn't called her, he wasn't ready to; he didn't know what she was doing here without telling him first. He glanced at his dead phone before the blonde was bombarding her way inside and half way across the room. His eyes followed as he tried to sit up more, "Lillia-" In an instant she was on top of him, throwing him back the few inches he'd been inclined and flattening him on the air mattress. He hissed, then choked on his breath as his eyes squeezed shut, his good arm pinching the bridge of his nose. I-It hurt. He grunted a long breath, unable to even form words as he patted her shoulder. 'Off, now.' He exhaled slowly and shakily, a few tears sticking to his eye lashes as everything throbbed, the sound clogging his ears as his hand held a fistful of his hair. Here he thought his uncle was a brute, he forgot about his ex. What was she even doing here? And without Sela?





Out Of Chamomile: lol. Y am I still quoting yumi XDD

Tyrese was...confused and disoriented about the blonde being so fussy over him. The last time she saw him she punched him in the face and walked away after saying quite a lot of things, as he too had done. So while he could now question why she was doing all of this after three weeks of nothing that could prove her feelings to him, the Lillian he used to know would be doing just this. That is, getting in his face with worry despite whatever discrepancies they might have had. However, he felt this was uncalled for- out of place. He pushed her hand away from touching him, feeling bleeding spots on his side and wanting to stop her caressing. He didn't feel that kind of intimacy with her anymore, that connection was dead and invasive of his emotions; after everything that they went through, of course he felt that way. His trust was still shattered, he'd been convinced after the start of this week that she stopped loving him. So seeing this was throwing him through a loop. What was she playing at? Yet, for a while he didn't say anything; at first because she answered his questions before he could even ask, then after that because he didn't know what to say. What was he supposed to call this right now? That was right, he told her he didn't want to see her. Damn Lysander opening his big mouth.

He opened his hand at her first urging, rubbing his hand down his face and staring into his lap. Why was she pretending nothing was wrong? Tyrese looked at her when she said she took days off to be here and help him. What? The man made eye contact with his uncle, who seemed curious if he should be showing the blonde out. Right now, Tyrese didn't see why not. His brows furrowed as he glared back into his lap with stifled frustration. "Lillian, what are you doing? Our last conversation wasn't about who's favorite color was better. We can't pretend everything's okay, because it's not. We're over..." He paused to look over at her where she was bugging his uncle, his braced hand clutching at the cloth of the sling on his arm. His cheek still felt warm where she pressed her palm. "I get that you're worried, I can't deny that I'd do the same for you in any other outcome. But, this isn't our life anymore. You don't want me, you made that clear. And in all honesty, I don't see what would make you come here if that's the case."




Out Of Chamomile: gonna post Hakem next

Turning back to him, a rather neutral look on her face, Lillian slowly pursed her lips as she shifted her weight to one leg. “Yeah, ya know, I’m pretty sure I know we are,” she said as she scoffed in what almost seemed like amusement. “I mean, between you, your friends, and my brother calling me a whore, slut, b***h, giving me those hateful judgey eyes, and thinking I’m not only the worst mother in the world but an even worse person, I’m preeeeeeetty damn sure I got it.” Slowly curling her bottom lip inward, she ran her tongue along the skin before chewing off some loose skin. Lillian shrugged before walking back towards the door and grabbing her things and coming back to him. The blonde stared down at him from his air mattress, very thankful for her medication at this point. She was still adjusting to it, but it was already helping her deal with keeping most of her emotions in check, plus, her pain meds also helped. She was high enough at this particular moment not to really care about what he said to her, or well, not to start suddenly freaking out like she had been doing the last couple of times.

Moving towards the table, Lillian grabbed hold of the edge, she slowly, very slowly, crouched down towards him. Reaching out towards him, she flicked his forehead -mostly because slapping him would have hurt far more than normal. “Still as pigheaded as always, I swear. I do want you. I still love you. I still want that life together we always talked about. And the reason I’m here…” Lillian paused as she sighed through her nose, pushing her lips to one side as her eyes swept over him. “Do I really need any other reason other than because I care about you?” She did give up a date to be with him, granted, he had never come home so she could have gone on it, but she chose to wait all night for him anyways. In fact, she would need to apologize to Jason for that. As she got up her eyes caught sight of the used notebook at the foot of the couch and reached for it in the same motion she used to stand. Lillian leaned over and kissed his temple before making her way back towards Hakem, her overnight bag slung over her shoulder and hiding the notebook from the wolves eyes. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll cook it for him. Just enjoy your coffee,” she told him before turning tail and making her way up the three flights of stairs to the guest room. Whether he liked it or not, she was staying to help and not even his uncle would be able to get her to leave. Reaching the guest room, she closed the door softly before doubling over in pain from her earlier tackle of her ex. Dear god! That hurt her ribs and back more than she realized. Dropping her bag beside her feet, she leaned against the door as she took a few deep breaths until the pain subsided. When it was dulled enough that she felt she could move, she shuffled away from the door and dropped down onto the bed as she pulled the notebook into her lap. Ty would surely be mad at her for taking it, but her curiosity had always been a problem when it came to his writing; especially after reading his Red Thorn series. Or, well, just in general really. Smoothing her fingers over the cover, she opened the notebook and began reading to pass the time while her pain was still pulsating against her nerves.