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[Gabriel Pearce Fitzpatrick]

Gabe didn’t actually mind hospitals. He might not have the fondest memories of them, but he could bear to be in one. The sterile rooms, the sight of blood or the horrific tales that came from some patients or visits never bothered him in the slightest since his curiosity was always sparked, unless he was sleeping. The only thing that could leave the lanky scholar in a mess was a needle. He had had a bad experience when he was four and getting a general vaccination at that age. The doctor wasn’t the usual one his family visited and his assisting nurse seemed like she had better places to be than dealing with a nervous child who wore glasses that seemed too big for his face. Since every little child fusses and fidgets, Gabe hadn’t exactly wanted to sit still and by the time it was done he was screaming, crying and clinging to his mom as though letting go might kill him. His brother’s hadn’t helped matters either, later ‘accidentally’ hitting his arm where the bright blue turtle bandage was. Ever since that day, he had been deathly afraid of needles, not even caring that at twenty-five he ought to be beyond the screaming mess stage of his life.

In the ER, Myles dealt with the paperwork and the questions with Gabe parked up in a hospital owned wheelchair and occasionally speaking up to correct his roommate or give him specific names or symptoms. The pain shooting through his leg was making him feel sick and there was a bowl in his lap, just in case. The alcohol was starting to wear off and sobriety did not feel like a good thing right now, given how busy the ER was, how many people kept knocking into him and how painful his leg was. No doctor had examined him yet, but he could already feel that his knee wasn’t knee shaped or the thin size it ought to be. Weekends left the ER filled to capacity and they’d already been sitting there for half an hour, Myles trying to chat up a nurse while Gabe just glared at his back, fixed his glasses or hissed as another sharp string of agony rocked through him again.

He knew Myles had called Fallon when they arrived and a nurse was getting the hopping know-it-all a wheelchair so he would be more comfortable, but he wished she was here already. Myles might know that this was a recurring injury, but his casual approach to it was not one that Gabe shared. It brought back unpleasant memories and the thought of needles was enough to cause his heart to beat a little faster with anxiety. He needed Fallon, even if she would scream and yell at them for being so damn stupid in the first place. At least she might hold his hand and keep him company, rather than flirt with the nurses working the graveyard shift.

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[Fallon Alexandra Flynn]

Fallon was enjoying her girls’ night. She didn’t actually get many of them since she usually ended up out with the guys, watching Myles try to score or making bets on his night and laughing when he couldn’t pick up. She loved the nights and the ones before she and Gabe got together when they would have bets to see who would get more numbers or drinks or whatever the stakes were. She wouldn’t lie, even now she played the games but obviously she never followed through with the guys who didn’t believe she was seeing Gabe. The way she saw it, if they were stupid enough to not believe her when she told them the truth, it was her responsibility to take their money in the form of tequila shots. Tonight, without the guys, it had been a little different but she still loved it. She could have done without the creepy guy at the bar, but that was taken care of and she loved the new ink that adorned her side. It was going to take another sitting at least but she was excited to get it finished. The problem lay in hiding the ink for the weeks she would need for it to heal and look right.

To say Fallon wasn’t expecting any phone calls was too true. She expected them in the morning when the entire lot of the frat brothers were hung over and in need of caffeine and she was acceptable then, when she was the only one sober enough to collect the strong, dark drink. Until then, she was sure even uttering a word that sounded similar to her name would mean a shot of something strong. The blonde professor had been nosey in what might happen while Gabe was out being teased by the rest of the guys from UCLA, but she also knew she wasn’t allowed to know the finer details. So she had made due with the basics of the night, which as far as she could tell, were the same basics of any night the entire group of brothers got together to party until they needed a CSI team to piece together their night.

Of all the phone calls Fallon was expecting that night, getting one that said her boyfriend was currently in the emergency room wasn’t one of them. If there was an actual list she could have compiled, that wouldn’t have even been on the list! Nothing from the brothers would have been. Apparently she gave too much credit to a bunch of guys who’d known Gabe just as long as she had! If not longer! The entire group of them were idiots as far as Fallon was concerned at the moment and she told Devon as much through the taxi ride across town. She was having a good night, having drinks and dancing. Hell, even getting the tattoo had been a fun time. It was certainly an interesting night for the artists. And now the buzz the blonde professor had been rocking was completely gone and annoyance and temper took its place. When the taxi pulled up, Fallon already had the notes she needed out to pass to the driver and she was out, walking quickly in her skyscraper heels through the automatic sliding doors of the emergency room. She scanned the room but didn’t see the flirtatious CSI or the scholar so she headed to the nurse’s station, eyes bright with worry. “Excuse me? Hi, I’m looking for my boyfriend? Name’s Fitzpatrick,” she said and went on to describe both Gabe and Myles for the nurse, who chuckled at the accurate description of the CSI and waved her through the doors, directing her further down the hall to the proper room he’d just been transferred to.

“What the hell were you thinking?” She asked to the room at large before looking at Myles. “Nurse, could you get another bed ready? I’m going to make that man wish he never met me,” she said, shooting daggers at one of her oldest and closest friends. “Don’t run, I know where you live,” she added, threatening him with the same poor line from every B-horror movie out there. “And you,” she said, finally rounding on her boyfriend propped up in the hospital bed. “For a smart man, you’re the stupidest person in this room!” she said, slapping his shoulder with the force of her anger, annoyance and fear at what she’d find in the room. The entire ride over her mind was racing with worst case scenarios. Now that she was in the same room as her boyfriend she took in the sight of him. Aside from a viciously throbbing knee, he looked unscathed, which was a point for Myles; he might not need that gurney after all.

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[Gabriel Pearce Fitzpatrick]

Despite the Fraternity torture, Gabe had been enjoying himself this evening, right up until his knee buckled and he felt that agonising moment of realisation. What made it worse was that this time it wasn’t his own clumsiness that was to blame, but rather the antics of his drunken brothers! If he had done the injury himself by tripping over his Converse clad feet or because he had tried to walk through his apartment without his glasses, then he could fully understand his own curse fate biting him in the ass. He was used to it delivering him painful lessons at the edge of a sharp blade or with a purple bruise. What wasn’t fun was when he had played no part in actually causing the injury; he had only been standing there! Still, the doctors and nurses didn’t care about who was to blame when it was Friday night in the ER and plenty of drunken accidents filled the waiting area and the majority of the beds in the side rooms.

Getting moved to the room with the bed had been a blessing for Gabe. It meant no one could jostle his leg in passing and that he could elevate it properly without getting cramp in his thigh or having to sit half slumped in the less than comfy wheelchair. Myles was still entertaining himself with flirtatious chatter with the nurse and if Gabe had something to throw and decent aim, you could bet that it would be soaring towards the CSI’s head. Sitting in the bed was all well and good, but they still had to wait for the doctor to come and then for the x-ray and the usual messing around before they would be happy to officially say that he had gone and mangled his knee, again. It was the only annoying thing about recurring injuries; he knew what had happened, but they still needed to run all the tests before they’d let him go home. Gabe just hoped they didn’t need to keep him in hospital this time. He knew the crash had been an entirely different circumstance and that there were other factors to consider then, too, but he had undergone surgery on his knee back then and he didn’t really fancy round two of slice and dice.

At the sound of the door opening, Gabe expected to see a doctor finally appear, but braced himself instead when he saw the look on Fallon’s face. He almost wanted to laugh at her verbal assault on Myles, but he knew better and could already sense that he was next in line for an ear bashing once she was done with the flirtatious CSI. The only advantage Myles had was that he could actually leave the room if he wanted to, whereas Gabe was stuck in the bed! “Ow! I never even did anything! It was Tyler who jumped on me when I had my back turned!”

[/color] He explained hurriedly, throwing Myles a “what the hell” look, for clearly not telling Fallon what had actually happened. “And I’m in enough pain as it is without you hitting me.”[/color] He added, rubbing his shoulder and slouching further down the bed. He didn’t need anyone else breaking parts of his body tonight. He had already lost the good mood buzz out in the ER and now he was growing uncomfortable and snappy thanks to the pain radiating from his busted knee.
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[Fallon Alexandra Flynn]

Fallon didn’t want to admit it but she had been scared something serious had happened. She hadn’t been given much detail further than “Gabe’s in hospital. Get here” basically. She hadn’t known what to expect and with her overactive imagination, it hadn’t taken long for her to jump to conclusions. Seeing that he was relatively okay had her heart slowing down but she was still pissed that they’d gotten themselves into this situation in the first place. “Did you all forget the last time he went on a binge like this?” she asked, dropping her clutch on the end of the bed and sighing. She was calming down now and the worry was replacing the fear; though it was a very slow process. She should have hated hospitals with the amount of times she’d found herself in one over the last seven years. She wasn’t too fond of them but she didn’t hate them either. It just seemed like every time she was walking through those doors, it was to find out the extent of damage done to Gabe or one of the other guys from the fraternity. Of all the trips she’d made to the ER, one had been hers when she’d gone and broken her wrist. And then, the nurse who took her back for x-rays just shook her head and told her hanging out with Frat boys was a bad idea.

Trevor had been livid at first but then once things were explained to him, he had laughed at the entire thing and said she was ridiculous; which was a hell of a lot better than what she thought it would say so she was more than willing to take it. Fallon blatantly ignored Gabe’s snap and pout, turning her attention to the other blonde in the room. “Could you grab me a coffee, please?” she asked, close to begging her friend and probably not so subtly asking her to take the flirtatious wonder with her with a roll of her eyes. She wanted a moment alone with Gabe to really make sure he was okay and to show her concern without the CSI there to tease and torment. Show any of those Pi Kappa Phi’s you care or were worried about them and they never let you live it down. She already knew she was going to hear about it for a while from Gabe, but that she could live with.

Fallon waited until the pair of cops left the room, shutting the door behind them before she turned to Gabe. “Be thankful I didn’t slap your knee, then you’d really have a reason to be bitchy,” she said, though her words lacked any real heat to them. She sat on the side of the bed of his good leg, let her shoes drop to the floor and curled up next to him gingerly so she wouldn’t ruin the new ink she’d gotten or hurt Gabe more. ”Aside from that,” she said, nodding towards his knee, ”You okay?” She knew better than to worry about that particular group of guys; they took care of their own but it didn’t stop her from doing so just the same. And now that she was next to him, she was calm again, she was okay but she was also dreading the part when the doctor walked through the door. She knew from experience that half the time, it wasn’t good and from the look of his knee now, this was one of those times.

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[Gabriel Pearce Fitzpatrick]

Gabe had probably seen his fair share of trips to the hospital. Ever since he was able to walk he had lacked co-ordination and had managed to trip and stumble when other people thought it was impossible. His knee just happened to be the only serious and recurring injury that haunted him. The rest of the accidents had been the kind that required precautionary x-rays, stitches or a night of observation after he had somehow managed to smash his head against something back on the ranch. Calling Gabe clumsy was usually an understatement and his own parents had said as much over the twenty-five years that he had been alive for. After all of the trips over the years, plus the times when the ER visits were unnecessary since he already had a drawer that made him look like a doctor, Gabe didn’t think twice about what people might think whenever he mentioned spending time in hospital or getting hurt. For him, a day without a cut or bruise was usually a very good day! “You’re asking if Pi Kappa Phis thought something through?”

[/color] He asked sarcastically, arching both of his brows towards his hairline and fixing his girlfriend with a bland look. He could detect the faint hint of panic in her eyes, but honestly didn’t think why she would jump to such a terrified conclusion when she had seen just how much of a klutz the man she loved could really be.

The scholar was in agony, so he was glad when the room emptied a little. He appreciated Devon and Myles being there, but he was quickly losing his patience and his good mood, purely because of how much pain his leg was in and how frustrated he was at his own body for screwing him around like this again. Gabe knew the damage to his knee was pretty much irreparable, but he was tired of the dull ache hitting after a long day, or spending the winter months not knowing if he’d end up with a slight hobble when the temperature dropped. He was twenty-five and sometimes felt in worse health than his Gramps who was close to eighty!

“I’d also have a reason to stay with Myles and not you.”[/color] His words reflected how tired he was with the pain. He wouldn’t really ask Fallon to go, just like he knew she wouldn’t really have slapped his knee. If she was the kind of person to do something like that then they wouldn’t be where they were today. He shuffled over as best as he could to give her a little more room on the bed, but hissed as the pain ricocheted through his lower body again. “I’ll survive.”[/color] He grumbled, just feeling lethargic and annoyed at his own body rather than at anyone else. The click of the door caught his attention as the doctor walked in, his eyes fixed on the chart in his hand. Gabe felt the lump of panic rising in his throat; he had been here too many times before, he knew what would be coming the moment the doctor pulled open that little drawer in the trolley and he would rather have anything else but that. He closed his eyes and turned his head away, biting down hard on his lip. He was a grown man with a PhD and he shouldn’t be so terrified of something that was over in a few short seconds. Gabe knew that if he heard the word ‘needle’ or caught a glimpse of the thing, he’d be gone; a hysterical, screaming mess.
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[Fallon Alexandra Flynn]

“Yeah, I know,” Fallon said, frustrated. It was stupid of her to think any one of them would have had the sense on a night of Fraternity hazing to remember one of theirs’ busted knee. It was stupid to be a panicky mess when it came to Gabe and hospital visits. He got excited when he went through an entire day without incident! But she had panicked and worried and ran herself ragged by the time she walked through the room door. She didn’t think it would ever change. In seven years of this happening, she still had her heart in her throat, beating uncontrollably when she got any calls or news that he’d been send to the emergency room. The panic faded once she saw him and yelled at him for doing something stupid if it was warranted. It was just a very good thing she wasn’t terrified of hospitals or her boyfriend would be far from receiving any comfort at all from his girlfriend.

Fallon didn’t think there would ever come a time when she didn’t worry about a loved one in hospital; even if it was something too easy to repair like a clean break. She really didn’t like seeing anyone she cared about in any sort of pain. “Hmm, and then that nurse outfit in the wardrobe would go to waste,” she said, smirking. She was trying to lighten the mood a little bit mostly because she was nervous and Gabe was in pain; both things which could happily be forgotten for as long as possible. “Stop moving. I’m tiny, I fit just fine,” she said, setting her hand on his chest. Fallon didn’t want Gabe moving more than he needed to and jarring something else in his knee or wherever; that was all he needed. Closing her eyes for a minute, knowing Gabe wasn’t in too serious damage, she reached up to kiss him, settling her fears completely now. “I’m buying you a bubble,” she said, smiling against her boyfriend’s lips.

When the doctor walked through the door, Fallon could feel Gabe tense up beside her. She sat up and rubbed his arm soothingly, knowing it was useless but still trying. And then the man in the white coat started in on his speech. He was doing okay a first, explaining what happened and which medications they would treat it with. And then he started to say that dreaded word and Fallon couldn’t help herself. “Doctor,” she said, probably too harshly to interrupt his next few words. “If you could just do what you’re going to do and not talk about the specifics of it, that would be absolutely perfect,” she said, glaring at the doctor and trying to get him to realise for himself exactly how terrified her boyfriend really was of that particular medical instrument. “So,” she said, turning her attention back to the scared little boy in a grown man’s boy. “Who do I have to bail out of jail in the morning while you’re all nursing hangovers?” she asked, trying to distract Gabe before the doctor stuck a needle in him.

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[Gabriel Pearce Fitzpatrick]

Usually, Gabe could handle the foolish games and stunts of his Frat buddies. What he hadn’t told anyone though was that his knee had been twinging lately. It hadn’t been bad enough to go to the doctor, but there had been a few niggling spasms of pain that had halted his day for a few moments here and there while he sat back and tried to rub the pain away. If his knee was already weak, the last few weeks had only given him signs of it getting weaker. Normally, he’d strap his knee brace on and carry on, but most of the time he was out and about when the pain hit, so he had been forced to endure the five minutes of pain and then since it had eased off as quickly as it had come, he hadn’t thought twice about being prepared or doing anything about it later. Now it had come back to haunt him tonight, there was no arguing about that! “We’ve done crazier things.”

[/color] Gabe mumbled, leaning back against the pillows and closing his eyes. The pain was making him feel nauseated now and he didn’t need to be sick right now. “I knew this was going to happen.”[/color] He said, more to himself than to his girlfriend. No one could be blamed, but he was kicking himself for ignoring his knee lately.

“I’m sure it wouldn’t stop Myles trying to pull it off.”[/color] He added, knowing his best friend to be pretty willing to dress up as anything is there was some sort of challenge issues to him. Gabe winced, gritting his teeth as another surge of pain hit his leg. He was waking Tyler up with a bucket of icy water at least, for this. “There’s a difference between fitting and being comfortable.”[/color] Even under the current circumstances he wanted Fallon to feel comfortable. She had cut short her night out with Devon to come and check on him and it made him feel bad enough that she had been worried enough to do that. Managing a tiny smile, Gabe pressed his lips to hers in a light kiss and then let his head flop back again. He felt exhausted. “I’m sure my clumsy ass would find a way to pop it.”[/color] He said on a sigh, knowing his accident-prone nature often found a way to achieve the impossible.

Gabe didn’t care about anything the doctor was saying. He knew what he had done, knew it was several weeks in his trusty brace with crutches and then a whole load of physiotherapy treatment that he could probably do in his sleep. He didn’t need reminding of all of that, he had no plans of relying on pain medication and he definitely did not need to know, hear or think about the pointy thing he was about to be hit with. It still didn’t help; the thought was already planted. Grabbing Fallon’s hand, Gabe knew he was probably squeezing it a little too tight. “Not going to have a hangover. The sobering up already happened and it’s already not pleasant so the morning cannot be any worse than this is. The others will probably find themselves scattered across the city, but none of them are going to be stuck in a hospital bed with a damn needle and a panic attack!”[/color] He was forgetting to breathe, letting his irrational fear get the better of him as he squeezed his eyes shut and made the very bad mistake of trying to curl himself up. As soon as he tried to bend his swollen knee, the pain rocked him and he let out a cry of pain before swearing loudly at himself and sitting upright to clutch at the injured joint.
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[Fallon Alexandra Flynn]

Fallon had partied with those guys too many times to not know how they acted whenever they were all out together. But the worry took over and that was silly of her. She could only blame herself for how she was feeling at the moment because it was useless to remind those guys of anything at all when they’d been drinking, or on their way to drink. A small smirk turned the corners of her mouth upwards at the memories of what the guys and too often her as well, would get into. “I remember a few nights,” she reminisced with an eye roll because she still wasn’t sure how they managed to not get arrested those nights. Sighing, Fallon just looked at Gabe for a minute and the alcohol and liveliness drained from her for the time being. “You’re looking a little green. Have they given you any nausea medications?” she asked, noticing the big kid in the bed turning a shade different than the pale he’d been sporting up until then.

“That outfit cost me too much to let him stretch it out!” she said, hoping this silly turn in the conversation would help Gabe to not think about what was happening. “I’ll buy him his own and bet on something he can’t win,” she said, grinning and wondering if she could get a similar outfit in Myles’ size. Fallon wasn’t concerned with her own comfort. With the new ink, she wasn’t about to be comfortable anyway. “It won’t matter, I’m not going to be comfortable for the next few days at least,” she said voicing her thoughts and completely forgetting that she hadn’t actually mentioned what she and Devon had been up to when she’d gotten the call about Gabe. She was sure she would have to explain that later and show him what she’d gotten done but until then she wouldn’t worry about it. This wasn’t about her and being comfortable, this was about keeping Gabe’s mind off what was going to happen when the doctor was all set and ready to poke and prod. “Then I’ll make sure you never get out of bed,” she whispered with a mischievous spark in her pale blue eyes.

Fallon really wished doctors would get a clue about their patients. Clearly, Gabe was terrified of what was going to happen, despite being through this too many times to count. He didn’t need an explanation, he needed a quick shot and a minute to realise it was done and over with. “Gabriel, breathe!” Fallon said sharply, trying to cut off his panic attack. At the moment, Fallon didn’t care how foul her language was, nothing was going to get done if Gabe wouldn’t sit still for it or breathe through it. She’d been in this situation only once or twice before but it was enough times to learn and now what to do. The nurses and doctors back in LA had laughed at them but in the end it got the job done. Creatively stringing words together that should never come out of anyone’s mouths, Fallon, pushed Gabe back, climbed up and sat down on his stomach, putting her hands on either side of his face so he was forced to look at her. “Look at me, Gabe. Everything’s going to be fine. And anyone stuck in the tank is going to stay there until Myles goes and gets them because I’m going to be too busy planning,” she said, moving her hands down to his shoulders and rubbing them gently. She was well aware that the doctor needed him calm and relaxed to do his job without much trouble. “You’re okay,” she added, leaning in to steal a kiss.

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[Gabriel Pearce Fitzpatrick]

The Pi Kappa Phis knew how to have a good time even a few long years after most of them had graduated! It was hard to believe that all of them had jobs, careers and one or two were looking at settling down with their own young families! It only took them five minutes once they were all together to forget about those things and act like they were back on Greek Row again. It was a certainty that during the guy’s time in New York City someone would end up in the hospital or talking their way out of the drunk tank, and most of the past experience pointed to Gabe being the one in the ER after some silly stunt had gone bad. It just wasn’t usually this painful or always his knee! “You probably passed out on the rest.”

[/color] He mumbled lightly, trying to act playful even though it was nearly impossible right now with the way that he was feeling. Shaking his head, Gabe rested his hand on his chest and closed his eyes for a second until the feeling passed. “No. I just said no to them all.”[/color] The nurse had offered him different things from water to medication to a sandwich and Gabe had just politely rejected everything. He wasn’t in the mood for anything at all other than his bed and something to knock him out.

“Remind me again why you have that outfit? I don’t even remember you wearing it for anything.”[/color] He asked, pinching the bridge of his nose. The scholar wasn’t even trying to remember any of his old memories right now; his head was too fuzzy with everything else. “The way he was flirting out there it wouldn’t surprise me if he wanted to be a nurse now.”[/color] He grumbled, remembering how it only took one pretty brunette to capture his best friend’s attention and almost make him forget about the injured brother in a wheelchair. Once Gabe could move, Myles would pay! “Huh?”[/color] He looked at Fallon in confusion, having not really processed or thought about what she had said. His mind was a little pre-occupied right now and probably would be until he was out cold in a deep, undisturbed sleep. “I already plan on staying there.”[/color] He told her, draping his arm over his forehead to try and block out some of the bright lights in the room. “I’m going to have Mufasa and the girls as my loyal cuddle companions while you’re busy.”[/color] He added, suddenly missing his pets and their crazy ways.

It didn’t matter how many times he found himself in hospital, or how many times he technically faced this irrational fear of his, Gabe still found himself a wreck at the very thought of a needle. It just wouldn’t go away and leave him and every single time he just freaked out and acted as though he was locked in a room with closing walls and poisonous snakes. He’d rather take that situation over a needle, come to think about it. He startled slightly when Fallon sharply used his full name, which just set another slight twinge through his knee, though by now he was handling the smaller twinges a little easier. He knew what she’d do next, could remember it vividly enough, but it still didn’t make the situation much better for his overactive imagination which had already concocted wild scenarios that would never play out. “You should send Devon or Bryce to scare them a bit. Revenge is good with a hangover.”[/color] He rolled out, trying to let the thought distract him as his girlfriend tried to keep him still and relaxed. Gabe’s heart still felt like it would beat right out of his chest, but he screwed his eyes shut and tried his best to calm down. “Tell that to my knee that’s apparently trying to dress up like a bowling ball.”[/color] He said on another long breath, turning his head away as best as he could as the panic remained within him. It wouldn’t go away, not until long after the doctor left the room, but this was probably as good as it was going to get and it would only last a few minutes before Gabe would start freaking out worse.
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[Fallon Alexandra Flynn]

“Oh please, I can still drink you under the table,” Fallon said, rolling her eyes, trying to keep the conversation light and teasing. The nights she couldn’t remember usually meant she wasn’t a part of them for this reason or that one. She couldn’t count how many times she’d had to bow out of plans with friends to do some work with the studio. Even when she was working at Starbucks just to get out of the house, she was pulled away. It was a miracle she’d kept that job for as long as she had; though losing it really wouldn’t have broken her. She literally got the job for something to do because she’d been bored around the house. Fallon just sighed because she knew there was no amount of arguing that would get Gabe to take even the nausea medications provided. “And you don’t want anything but what they won’t let you leave without,” she said, answering her own unasked question.

Fallon could remember the Halloween when she’d picked up the sexy nurse costume. Being a nurse had been the plan for the longest time, and then a week before the actual Halloween party, a girl she previously called a friend but lost touch with snapped a picture of herself in her costume which, though it wasn’t exactly the same, it had been a nurse outfit. And Fallon hated dressing like someone else; even a little bit. So she’d hit up the wardrobe department at the studio and talked her way into a mini shopping trip with the lovely ladies and gentleman who ran the department. “It was Halloween, sophomore year. I had planned on being a sexy nurse and end Tiffany had gone and changed my plans for me,” she said on a sigh as if she were still annoyed with that night. In the end, she had still been wearing a great costume that she was complimented on all night; which pleased solely because she and the wardrobe department had put a lot of effort into picking something out. “Myles would take on the role of anything at all if it got him a number,” the blonde professor said, drily.

Shaking her head, Fallon simply said, “Don’t worry about it,” and moved on because there wasn’t anything she could say now that would stick. Sure, it would keep his mind off it for now but in the morning when things were clearer, she would have to explain again and probably show it off again. Neither of which was wise at the moment since it was still newly done and covered. “So, you’re place or am I having visitors?” Fallon asked, smirking because she adored the little critters that were Gabe’s pets. She chose to stay away from the teasing remark she had thought up and go instead to where he would be staying while he recovered. She also chose to let it slide that school was out and she didn’t actually have anything to get up for in the mornings until Trevor realised school was out and the phone’s started ringing. She had a week at least before that started so she was going to enjoy her call free time.

“Devon was already part of my plans,” she said, wondering if the blonde officer would be willing to don the uniform for a little scare tactic. “And Bryce would do anything for a laugh,” she added, like she’d forgotten to mention him. Though, to be fair, her plans had only included one cop though two would be so much sweeter. Fallon turned her attention away from Gabe to see what the doctor was doing and hoping he would do whatever it was he needed to, to get Gabe calm again. “That’s the doctor’s job, not mine,” she said, leaning closer and wrapping her arms around Gabe because she’d seen the needle. The doctor spoke just before he did what he had to and Fallon only hoped that Gabe didn’t hear what he had to say and didn’t have enough time to have a physical, jumping reaction to it because there was no way Fallon would be able to keep him steady like that. She would be lucky to stay sitting on the bed! “There now, there,” Fallon said, pressing a kiss to Gabe’s shoulder. “It’s all done,” she added once she’d gotten the all clear by the man in the white coat. “Worst part is over,” she continued in a soothing voice as she brushed away the sweat soaked hair from Gabe’s forehead. The doctor continued talking about what would happen now that the needles had been administered, the length of time they would have to spend in the sterile building before he would be released and free to go home again and any prescriptions she was well aware would go uncollected from the pharmacy.

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[Gabriel Pearce Fitzpatrick]

“Only because I don’t drink that much.”

[/color] Gabe pointed out. He was usually the guy who made sure everyone got home alright and found beds and buckets if it was necessary. There were probably only a handful of times that he had ever reached a stage of pass out drunk. He never cared for it and so often avoided it, but that didn’t mean Gabe didn’t drink and have a good time with the rest of his college friends. For the most part though, he had been the responsible brother who would have the study session in the library and drag the rest of his Frat with him from time to time. One of them had to do it, and during the four years at UCLA, that role had instinctively fallen to the scholar who was probably more likely to lose himself in an ancient book than alcohol. “It’s fine. You just tell them you’ll see your own doctor tomorrow and they pull a face, but they let you go easily enough. They just think you’re difficult.”[/color] He said, accidentally revealing just how many times he has successfully pulled that stunt and never actually followed through with it.

He listened to her and nodded his head, not really following through with half of the questions he would normally ask of any of Fallon’s stories. If there was ever a time when his mind wasn’t really focused or thinking about the current moment, it was right now. “Didn’t Myles ‘break her heart’?”[/color] Even making the necessary air quotes for the statement seemed to require a little too much movement from the messy haired scholar. He didn’t even know how moving his fingers could hurt his knee, but maybe it was just the constant ache that seemed to rock every inch of his body now after tensing up from the spontaneous bursts of extra sharp, excruciating pain. Gabe didn’t honestly care what it was; he just wanted to go home already. Hospitals brought back too many memories and made him too nervous for his liking. “That’s because he seems to have proven that it works every time.”[/color] He didn’t know how his best friend did it, but Myles could go into the most awkward environment and come out with a date.

Looking down at the crisp white sheet, Gabe felt like a little boy again. “My place.”[/color] He said simply and quietly. His bedroom with his things was the closest he could get to home without actually finding a way back to Lincoln. He knew he wanted that familiar environment without lugging it all to Fallon’s. His books, notes, pets and other favourite bits were in the apartment he shared with Myles and he knew that while he was recovering he would want them all. Plus, they had been forced to fix their apartment once before to cater to Gabe’s recovery needs and it would be easier to just copy that again rather than trying to make sure Fallon’s place wasn’t going to trip him up again or have him stumbling into things. No one ever put a lot of faith in Gabe’s co-ordination, and for good reason, too!

“Why am I not surprised? I’d be scared to see what you two would get up to if she didn’t have to follow the law.”[/color] He was trying to distract himself from the pain and everything else that was happening, but conversation didn’t quite seem to be doing the trick, unfortunately. He was already on the verge of freaking out, his breathing ragged and his eyes shut tight. He heard the doctor saying something, but his imagination was already running with it in the craziest of ways. Despite how often he wound up in the hospital thanks to his clumsy nature, Gabe did not do well with the sterile buildings. He turned his head to follow Fallon’s touch and bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. He knew it was over and that he could relax again, but he needed a minute first. His mind was stuck on the fact that there had been a needle and he didn’t feel proud for not freaking out or happy it was over. He just felt like a little lost boy. “Just get everything sorted and let me go home.”[/color] He eventually snapped, interrupting the doctor with an uncharacteristic frustration. All he wanted right now was his bed and he didn’t care for whatever the doctor was saying. All Gabe knew was that he wasn’t staying in this hospital any longer. He wanted out.
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[Fallon Alexandra Flynn]

“Even if you did,” she said, rolling her eyes. Fallon was happy that had always been someone sober enough to get all their drunken asses back to a bed or couch after a night out. Gabe was that guy more often than he wasn’t but as least she knew no matter how drunk she got, Gabe would be there to take care of her. Fallon shot Gabe a bland look. “I see you’ve never done that before,” She said, her tone just as dry as her look. “And you are a difficult man,” she added on a sigh but there was a soft smirk on her lips. Of all the things that could be complained about, Fallon always fell to his inability to sit still and be calm inside the sterile walls of the hospital. She wasn’t the greatest patient whenever she was brought into hospital, but she was the perfect patient compared to Gabe.

Fallon wasn’t talking to get responses from her boyfriend. She was talking to get him to stop concentrating on his mangled knee. It was obvious he was in pain and she just wanted to take his mind off it a little bit. If that meant quoting an entire movie from start to finish, she had plenty of them to choose from. But right now she was just letting words fall from her mouth and watching where they fell. “No surprisingly. Apparently it was Jones,” Fallon said still just as shocked about that as she was when the brunette had told her as much after being cornered at the closest coffee shop off campus. The petite blonde probably never would have even met Tiffany if she hadn’t frequented the Pi Kappa Phi’s parties regularly. Fall kept an eye on Gabe throughout everything they were talking about simply because she didn’t want him to be in any more pain that he absolutely had to be. And with how completely stubborn he was, she knew it would already be a lot. “Myles is a pickup genius,” she said, shaking her head at one of her best friends. Fallon nodded, running her hand over Gabe’s chest, trying to soothe and failing miserably, she knew. “Okay,” she said, nodding her head. “Probably for the best, your place is easier to maneuver than two floors of mess anyway,” she said with a smile. She had things all over the place and it was difficult enough to get around for Gabe with his clumsy ways, with crutches, he would be in trouble.

“We might have found out tonight if I hadn’t gotten a certain phone call,” Fallon said as if she were disappointed. “I guess now we’ll never know.” It wasn’t like they were going to get into any major trouble with what they were up to roaming the city streets, but pretending and thinking about it were safe and amusing options. Devon took her job, her career seriously and Fallon knew the blonde officer didn’t want to do anything to ruin a promotion within the ranks. Fallon loved her job but if worse came to worst she had a back-up plan in the studio. She just wished she could do something to distract Gabe so completely he forgot he was even in a hospital bed. But short of making his head spin with some steamy kiss, she had nothing. “I’ll be right back,” she said softly, pressing a feather light kiss to Gabe’s cheek before sliding off the bed and walking with the doctor out of the room. Once they were past the closed door, Fallon stopped the doctor to ask a few more questions about the medication Gabe wouldn’t have filled and anything else that would need to be done. At first the doctor wasn’t going to tell Fallon anything, which was ridiculous because she was aware she was on his charts but she wove a simple lie and actually hoped it wouldn’t be one forever. After slipping the pretty blue ring Gabe had given her to the other hand and explaining she was his fiancé; he spilled everything and handed over a prescription that she really could have just tossed in the trash but kept and thanked the doctor.

Sighing, Fallon went to back into the room and sat back down on the bed. “You’re clear to go,” She said, folding the prescription up and slipping it into her clutch before taking her phone from it and texting both Devon and Myles. She expected Devon to have left by now but she still texted her to let her know Gabe was released and they were going home. To Myles, she told him to quit flirting before she really did get that nurse to prep a bed for him and meet them at the emergency exit. Tossing her phone back into her bag, Fallon helped Gabe into the wheelchair they’d left for him and slipped her feet into her long forgotten heels. It was only a short trip from the room to the sliding doors and Fallon steered them there no problem, hailing a waiting taxi and with Myles’ help, got Gabe into the car and filed in after him, letting the CSI to take the front. The drive went by quickly and shortly after they hopped into the car, they were piling out and maneuvering up the stairs to the guys’ apartment. Fallon quickly unlocked the door and stepped aside for the guys’ to get through the door and over to the couch.

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[Gabriel Pearce Fitzpatrick]

Gabe knew that it was only the pain and the hospital that was making him so crabby right now. The sterile building brought too many bad memories back to him and when it was his worst injury that had brought him here tonight it only made matters worse. If it had been a case of needing x-rays and possibly broken bones, he would probably have been an easier patient for the doctor to tend to. However a bum knee, the painful reminders and the fact that this trip had involved his worst fear only left the scholar a shaking, sulking mess who wanted nothing more than the comforts of familiarity. “I’m no difficult…”

[/color] He mumbled quietly, his dark eyes glancing up at Fallon for just a second before finding the hem of his shirt again. Gabe knew he was out of character in the hospital room, acting like a scared little child and being stubborn, but he didn’t want to talk about all of those things because it would only make him think about it more. It was bad enough that he had been left in a position where he needed urgent medical help, let alone let his mind dwell on what that brought along with it in his overactive imagination that right now was doing more harm than good.

Managing a short, dry laugh Gabe shook his head. “Someone should tell her that he’s having a baby now.”[/color] The man had been married for the last six months and was now preparing himself for parenthood. There had been a joke or two at his expense over the course of the night, but Jones had turned it right back around and reminded the brothers of why they were there. Apparently they could all go after him in a few more months when they heard the stories of the pregnancy from his wife. In the meantime, he was out making the most of what guy’s nights he had left before midnight feeds and changes called to him. Gabe let out a sigh as the nausea washed over him again, but he said nothing. After all the years of accidents and clumsy mistakes, he wasn’t one to complain about the pain. He had heard the jokes, the comments and knew that complaining wouldn’t help the pain go away. Plus, once people realised just how frequently Gabe managed to hurt himself, they stopped sparing him too much sympathy, usually just offering an exasperated “again?!” and rolling their eyes. “And my place has all my things, Mufasa and the girls.”[/color] If he stayed at Fallon’s she would be sent out almost daily to fetch things from his apartment and then they’d have to move it all back once Gabe was feeling better. It was much easier to do it this way, especially since he’d be laid off work for a bit now and need something to fill the hours in the day with.

Gabe looked across at Fallon and arched his eyebrow. “I’m pretty certain you might have been in the tank solo, on that one.”[/color] He only knew Devon through Fallon and Myles, but she seemed to have a very strict line that she wouldn’t cross. He could be wrong, but he just couldn’t see that blonde officer so much as bending the law, let alone breaking it. “And I told Myles not to bother calling you. It wasn’t that big of a deal.”[/color] Gabe had known when he said it that Myles wouldn’t listen to him, but he had still tried. He didn’t want to ruin his girlfriend’s night out with Devon with something she couldn’t fix and that wasn’t worth her fussing over. It wasn’t like he was going to be spending the night in the obscenely fluorescent building.

While Fallon was out of the room, Gabe attempted to move his leg and then instantly regret it. Every time he awoke this nasty injury a small voice seemed to tell him that this would be the time he could handle the pain and each time the reality proved that voice to be very, very wrong. He looked back up at the door, the pain ebbing again just as Fallon came back in. It was the prescription he spied first and he was just about ready to tell her to toss it in the trash when he noticed something else. It was subtle, very subtle, but Gabe had paid extra attention to everything about Fallon for years now, and the topaz ring being on her left ring finger did not go unnoticed. He grabbed her hand, letting his eyes linger on the ring for a few long moments. His face remained expressionless, but his mind and heart were both racing. He couldn’t help but think that it ought to be a different ring there, one that could be permanent. It was a thought both terrifying and exhilarating, but Gabe said nothing about the matter, nor did he let any of his thoughts reflect in his body language. Instead, he just dropped her hand and then glanced behind him to make sure none of his things were left on the bed. “Let’s get out of here.”[/color] His voice was quiet, monotone, and while his mind was still racing with thoughts of the ring and what could’ve happened outside of the room, he didn’t think now was the right time to talk about it, or the hospital the right place.

The car ride was not pleasant and there was nothing like a nasty injury to help show just how many potholes there were on the streets of New York City. He felt cramped in the back of the cab, his long legs with little room to rest the way he would have preferred. Still, at least he would be home soon and he couldn’t get out of the cab fast enough for his liking. He had never been more relieved to get through that apartment door, even with the awkward manoeuvring and swearing. Finding the couch, Gabe practically fell on it, reaching out as Mufasa trotted over for the usual attention he received from his owner whenever he came through the front door. “I’m not moving.”[/color] Was all he had to say as he buried one hand in the soft fur of the Rough Collie and draped his other arm over his forehead.
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[Fallon Alexandra Flynn]

“Oh, yes you are!” Fallon said, not letting his foul mood ruin her night. “And I love you for it, but you’re the most difficult man I know.” He wasn’t usually so bad but she’d been with him in hospitals enough times to know these were the hours he was at his absolute worst with that foul mood of his. He wasn’t usually so childish or temperamental but if he had to sit within the sterile walls of this building or one like it, for too long, he turned into a great big baby. She wished she knew exactly what had happened to him to revert back to an overgrown toddler but she wasn’t about to push him into telling her; even if it would be the only way to find out.

“Someone would have to care about her and talk to her to tell her that,” Fallon said, rolling her eyes. Aside from now and this conversation, Fallon hadn’t thought about that girl or really, that night in a very long time. She had managed to come up with a better more original costume and hadn’t needed the boring and overused cookie cutter sexy nurse costume. Fallon wasn’t like the rest of the group that knew what Gabe was like and stopped overly caring about his random bruises, skinned knees or scraped elbows. She had always cared, probably too much. She could act like it didn’t freak her out and usually, when she saw it was only something minor, it wasn’t an act for long. It was times like these ones with the more serious nature that had her pacing and working herself up. She was afraid that one of these days she would get a call because he’d done something stupid and followed it up by falling into a coma or worse, falling into the morgue. “That, too,” she said, nodding her head. No matter how many ways they looked at it, Gabe going back to his own apartment was the best option.

The smirk on Fallon’s lips said more than her words could say. “Probably,” She said easily enough. “Damn that girl and her ethics.” The sigh that replaced the smirk was just as empty. She knew how Devon felt about her job, her career. Even if her friend wanted to throw caution to the wind and give up everything she worked hard to achieve, Fallon wouldn’t have been able to help her. “Better I find out tonight and help the doctor keep you calm than find out tomorrow when I woke you all up hours before you’d like with only coffee and an extremely loud, horribly off-key rendition of “good morning”. Because after he woke up from the coma I put him in, he would have to put me in cuffs,” she said pouting because Gabe didn’t seem to realise she was glad Myles called her. “And not the fun, fuzzy kind, either,” she added, looking away as she brushed hair from her eyes.

Fallon hated talking to doctors. They were uppity, they didn’t seem to care and they were forever giving filthy looks to their patients’ loved ones if they ask a simple question. If she were able to deal with the reality of blood, guts and gore, she might have driven down the medical path; but she really couldn’t. The only way she could deal with it in her line of work was because she knew it wasn’t real; she’d been there, playing with the fake blood, guts and gore so she wasn’t scared of it and it didn’t make her sick. But it was doctor’s like this one, who didn’t bother with charts that had the petite blonde annoyed and pulling stunts like switching her pretty ring; and then forgetting to switch it back so she wouldn’t have to explain why it was on the wrong finger. Her breath caught in her throat when she went back into the room and Gabe grabbed her hand. She should have switched it back before she’d walked back into the room. It was just used to get what she wanted from the doctor and as much as she wanted a permanent fixture on that finger, she wasn’t trying to subtly tell Gabe anything. His lack of comment had her heart in her throat, waiting for something to be said; she was just too afraid of what she might hear to be the first one to speak. When he dropped her hand, her heart went with it but she shook it off because now wasn’t the time to dwell and read too much into something that might be nothing. She just wished she could read him as well as he could read her. When he turned away from her, she closed her eyes for just a second and biting her lip, she switched the ring back. Fallon had to cough to clear her throat but she managed to coherently say, “Absolutely.”

The film professor wished she could make the ride home easier to deal with for Gabe since he was stuck in an awkward position but there was nothing that could be done and she was trying not to think about it that way. The ride was quick and they had him upstairs and in his home as soon as they possibly could. She shut the door behind them and locked it up again. Myles and the rest could tease and torment all they’d like, she really didn’t care. “Nobody said you had to,” Fallon said, slipping out of the heels on her feet, instantly bringing herself down to the little over five feet she was. “I’ll be back with blankets and stuff,” she said, already trying to get at the zipper as she went down the hall for Gabe’s room.

She was barely past the bedroom door when the zipper finally gave and the dress pooled around her ankles. Annoyed and worried she’d managed to ruin the new ink on her side, Fallon kicked the dress back up to her hands and laughed at how lazy she was before dropping the bright frock onto the bed. She dug out a pair of Gabe’s shorts, making sure to roll them until they actually fit her waist and pulled a random tee over her head for the night. Before she shut the light and left again, she pulled some things for Gabe a couple pillows and the top blanket from his bed just so he would freeze on the couch in the middle of the night. She dropped everything on the end of the couch when she got back to the living room. “I need coffee,” she said, running her fingers through her hair and collapsing on the couch for a minute. She had every intention of getting back up and going to make that coffee, she just never got there. Almost as soon as her eyes closed for a second, she was far, far away in Neverland with Peter Pan, Tiger Lily and Tinkerbell.

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[Gabriel Pearce Fitzpatrick]

Looking up at Fallon, Gabe crinkled his nose and pulled a face. “Do you remember half of the guys from Greek Row? I’m a damn walk in the park compared to some of them!”

[/color] Even some of his brothers liked to be fussier than he felt he was being right now. He knew that by not talking about the dark part of his past he made it harder for people to understand his dislike for hospitals and their environment, but he figured that there were worse people inside these walls right now. Bitter patients who thought they knew better, people who questioned anything and everything…Gabe honestly just saw himself as another person who disliked hospitals and any doctor who looked through his chart could probably understand why; he had been in and out like a yo-yo over the years for broken bones, stitches and precautionary x-rays. “I’m sure someone still has her details.”[/color] He said, rolling his eyes as he thought back to how many numbers the Pi Kappa Phi brothers had probably managed to snag over the course of their four years at UCLA. There were regular challenges and rituals, especially during rush, to try and break the Fraternity record. And that was just the games alone! Gabe didn’t even want to begin thinking about the amount of numbers they must’ve received when they actually went out to flirt with a girl. The scholar was less involved in that side of the college life, but even he had to double check half of the names with Myles and co. when he had been clearing his old contact list out a few years back.

Gabe still felt bad about ruining Fallon’s night with Devon. He knew they didn’t get to go out together all that often with Devon’s shifts and need to put in excessive amounts of hours in her uniform. Part of him also knew that tonight would inevitably end with a trip to the hospital. Given his track record, his knee and the nature of the evening, it was almost guaranteed from the start that he would injure himself before too long had passed. He was just a little amazed that he wasn’t solely responsible for it this time; he’d still be walking around New York if he hadn’t been jumped on by one of his brothers. “It’s not like we haven’t all been here before. It wasn’t worth getting you all worried and worked up over.”[/color] He rationalised. Gabe knew Myles had done the right thing by telling Fallon the moment it happened, but at the same time Gabe felt as though he had ruined their night out as well as his own; although a part of him was thankful that there were no more tequila shots coming his way. “That kind left me with a terrible green band for almost a week. Not so fun.”[/color] He also knew that from the moment he saw the blue ring on the wrong finger, he wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about it. It wasn’t the first time he had thought about putting a diamond on that finger, but now it just seemed a more prominent thought. In the past he had waved it off as part of his fanciful imagination and then gone back to reality, but now it seemed like it would chip at him daily until he did something about it. He just didn’t know why Fallon had made the switch or if she had intended for him to see it. They had already seen their fair share of awkward conversations this year and Gabe didn’t want to add another one to that list by bringing this topic up. He didn’t want to run the risk of ruining what they had by pushing too fast or saying the wrong thing.

In the apartment, Gabe knew he had little chance of sleeping that night. He wouldn’t be relying on any of the pain relief in the medicine cabinet or looking to find an all-night pharmacy to get his prescription cleared. He had been here before and knew that even when the pain was dull enough to live with, it was still near enough impossible to get comfortable in bed. While Fallon was off in his room, Gabe changed out of his clothes and got Myles to toss him an old college shirt from the laundry pile to throw on. Even if he doubted that sleep would come, he could still be in comfortable clothing. With no one going to care, he dumped his jeans and worn shirts onto the arm of one of the chairs and then ignored them. If any Pi Kappa Phi brothers did make their way to the apartment they would have lived in worse during their time at UCLA. Gabe was pretty certain that some of the men had mutant creatures sprouting from the clutter and discarded clothes that were littered around their rooms. Out of habit, he turned the television on and instantly pressed the numbers on the remote to take the channel to one of his documentary ones. Anyone could change it if they really wanted to, but whenever Gabe was home and needed background noise or just wanted something to watch while he was making his way through the chores it was always this selection of channels he found himself with.

Myles said his goodnight as Fallon reappeared with half of Gabe’s bedding for the couch. Give the man his due, Myles knew when to hide himself away almost as well as he knew how to charm a lady. Gabe felt the exhaustion wash over him, but he had been here before and didn’t need the t-shirt to tell him how this all worked out. If he did close his eyes it would only be the bad memories that flooded his mind and he didn’t exactly fancy an evening of nightmares. Normally, when he was hurt like this, he would relax as much as he could until he did pass out and sometimes that was enough to block away the nightmares. He chuckled at Fallon and then turned his attention back to the television for a few minutes. He was about to ask her if she had any plans on making that coffee when he realised that his girlfriend was asleep. Smiling affectionately, the scholar twisted as best as he could to ease her into a more comfortable position with her head on a pillow and the blanket draped over her. “Love you, Fall.”[/color] He whispered so as not to wake her as he planted a soft kiss to the side of her head. With her settled, his attention flicked back to the TV and the sun was soon creeping up as Pi Kappa Phis crept in. Gabe was still awake, barely, and kept up a quiet conversation with the drunken men as they sorted out their own sleeping arrangements in the apartment and made teasing remarks about the couple on the couch, Tyler even snapping a photograph for posterity’s sake. Soon, they too were scattered and snoring and Gabe flicked through the channels to find some old X-Men cartoons airing, which kept him entertained quite nicely.
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