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The clanking on the floor was made by a crutch, Tyrese's sacrificial lamb thrown down in his place to keep him balanced while the chair kept him up. But after the loud clatter things had taken a turn for the worse. "It's fine!" He protested, trying to wiggle out of Finn's grasp. Why did the man have to move so fast? Ty had only managed to nudge the rubber stopper on the end of his crutch against the corner of his granite top island, causing it to get caught before he almost tripped. It wasn't fault of him getting tired, though sooner or later that was bound to happen too. The wolf growled, using his weight against Finn. "Bloody ********, can you just leave me alone?!" He wasn't a child to be shuffled off the bed against his will, he was a damn adult and he'd stay up if he damn well pleased! He caught sight of Izzy as he passed over the threshold. "Don't worry about me, he's just over reacting." She was doing fine as she was, she hadn't disproven that he could trust her in the kitchen, but by all means he was going to stay in there and monitor what was going on. The wolf gave Finn a chance to let him go, frustration appearing on the bluenette' face until then. He groped around for supoort until he locked his remaining crutch back into place under his arm. Shortly after he was able to gain his balance, sighing and turning himself around to go back from whence he came. Into the kitchen once more, but to make them all feel a little bit better, seated in a booth where it was mildly comfortable. He did need his medication, however, and searched for Aubrey's face. "Can I trouble you before you start the side dishes? I feel like I've been hit by a car." A terrible joke, but he said it. Once he managed to take it, he was good enough to remain seated nearly the whole time, chin supported in one hand. He even feel asleep mumbling about the turkey, hoping in the back of his mind that he'd get to see his daughter soon.





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The mood of thanksgiving had faded the self same day after finding a letter from Patrick. And the wolf had shown significant restraint, not that he could actually go to the man's house and break his nose. He'd become annoyed, already somewhat upset with being forced into bed just prior. Who the hell were these people with their self righteous bigotry thinking they could judge him? He still needed to talk to his ex room mate. Spending time with Isa- Izzy had been nice enough, it may as well have been the two of them once Finn got there and stayed all over his wife. It turned out to be a lot less awkward talking to the genie than he estimated, although once he saw his daughter he'd forgotten to get the blonde's phone number. Perhaps he would catch her around town or she would stop by again. That was two weeks ago, which had been busy with multiple doctors appointments and all the poking and prodding he could handle. He wasn't the best at sitting still, so he'd had his side resewn twice. He'd also been put on a nutritional eating regiment, by now he was absolutely sick of the plastic baggies full of baby carrots. It was fault for his neglect and refusal to eat for days at a time; that doctor of his had practically taken over his life. Ick. And finally, just two days ago, she told him he could remove the sling from his arm. He had to be careful, of course, because the limb would be weak: but it was off and the stitches were out of his forehead too. He was happy about this, and even this mornings migraine couldn't stop it.

Lillian's yell didn't wake him up, though if he hadn't already gotten up his uncle, she might have been rousing him and his wife. Victoria might still be in bed, however. Either way, the wolf was already up and packing a duffle bag with clothes and shoes his uncle brought to him by request. The older wolf sat on the couch with coffee, watching the author trying to get down far enough to fold his clothes and make his bed. The cast was still a hinderance. Ty managed to hobble around with it and one crutch, smoothing down his blanket with his finger tips and zipping his bag shut. Aubrey was home with her husband, so his company was gone and is house that much more empty. If he could, he'd relieve the other two of their duty and tell the third to go home again. This could be the solution as his unwelcome guest made her way downstairs. It wasn't Lillian's singing that put a frown on his face, but the lyrics as he brushed a dog toy off his pillow and turned to face her and the fading words off her tongue. He sighed, turning back around to test the weight of his bag before letting Hakem take it. "I'm taking some personal days at the hotel. Hakem is watching the house for me, so you can go now." He mentioned as he toddled to the open door. "You're okay with Hakem picking up and dropping off Sela on my days, right? I still can't drive, so he'll have my car too." He added, coming to a stop to look at her. He couldn't keep Sela for more than a few hours, just feeding her lunch tired him out. He was already weak when she first got there, the way his body was healing him so quickly, he had little energy to do almost anything else. He wished he could keep her for the weekend, but it was unfair to his aunt and uncle to tack on one more person they had to watch over. Sela's pet dog too, still a puppy and happily rowdy and wild. Tyrese couldn't keep up and wouldn't make them do it.





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🎵☕️ I'm doing "Off day"
🎵☕️ I'm wondering "Lumiere/ Ty's place"
🎵☕️ Im carrying "coffee"
🎵☕️ I'm with "Tyrese/ Lillian/ Victoria"
🎵☕️ I'm wearing "Going Out"

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Hakem scratched the flat side of his face, just above his jaw as he was asked whether Ty was alone with Lillian or not. "More or less." He answered honestly, and looked over his shoulder in the way he came. While he didn't think Lillian would jump on his nephew and break his neck while their backs were turned, he did understand the need to stay close. And he was! This was close enough. "Besides, I'm only here to see if you wanted to come with. Ty decided to stay at La Mer for a while, we're clear to go home, or out on the town, for a bit." And boy was he itching to get out. He wasn't big on being in tense situations like this, like they were waiting on a fight to start. Which, frankly, already happened at Sela's birthday party. That woman couldn't pull herself together long enough to make her daughter a priority one damn day out of the year. Even Hakem knew that was s**t. If she didn't want him to pick Sela up and drop her off, fine. He wasn't offended. There was a reason he didn't want kids.

The wolf paused as he was called for with a more than impatent tone, pecking a kiss on the lips of the ginger before turning on his heels and toddling off after the voice. Ty looked ready to go and a vehicle had just honked it's horn from outside. That was his que. walking past the ex couple, Hakem held open the door and showed the younger wolf out. "You sure you don't want me to drive you?" The author was sure, and climbed into the car. The door snapped shut. "Okay. We'll lock the place up for you. Take it easy and call when you need something." Although, all alone in a hotel room, Hakem was sure no one else was invited. Ty's chosen three would be showing up anyway, to help with the small things. Still he would need help with bathing, at least. Laundry too, and small errands. Ty would call eventually, but since he was seeking solitary space, Hakem wasn't going to fight him. The bluenette was too much of the type who lashed out and struggled more when he was being pushed into a corner, and his uncle identified with that fully. Waving goodbye, Hakem tossed Ty's luggage into the trunk and watched the vehicle drive away.

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This wasn't the first time Tyrese was saved by the spare key he kept hidden on the front porch. Actually, the sheer amount of times it saved him was the exact reason he got one in the first place. Limping home in wolf form with someone he hadn't seen in almost four years, the key was a God sent, as was the woman. It took him a good long while to remember exactly where he saw her before, his was so foggy over the last few days that the memory almost didn't want to come back. But when It did the wolf found himself feeling a little relieved. Someone he knew, or had known at one point, made him feel safer than being with a stranger. She showed him inside and they both passed out relatively quickly. He was up after a few hours, groggy and disoriented. He managed to change on his own, sitting on the open floor of his bathroom typing bandages around his leg in a half delirious state. He got dressed after that, peeked in in the woman, and iced his leg. It was just past sunrise when he swallowed several pain medications and began packing another bag to go out again. He had to repay Katelyn, certainly, but he wasn't stopping his search for Aubrey either. The man hissed as he managed to collapse the top shelf of his medicine cabinet, sending it and half a doizen product containers crashing to the floor. "Bloody hell!"




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