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Nursed Back to Health shipping meme Comment with your character, preferences, preferred role, and any information you'd like to include. Your character has either been injured/sick and had to be taken in (possibly against their will) or has been the one to help somebody like the former. Through the mending process, the two characters in a thread have fallen in love - or at least grown closer and more affectionate. Reply to others. Thread.

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[threeisapattern]

"Dude. Seriously?" Stiles is Not In the Mood for that kind of fucking around right now, as evidence by the Look(TM) he gives Jason before giving his address. He feels like garbage, take pity on him please.

[theotherobin]

Wow, okay. That's some look. And usually Jason would do the absolute obvious, but... he does take pity on Stiles just a little bit, and stops driving like a maniac. "Yeah, yeah. Don't puke."

[threeisapattern]

"Thank you." Because not puking is not, in fact, a guaranteed outcome right now anyway, and no one wants to deal with that. Stiles least of all.

[theotherobin]

Yeah, Jason doesn't want to deal with that shit either, and goes the slow road. It was his idea to bust Stiles out anyway, so he probably shouldn't kill him on the way back.

Meanwhile, Jason's phone is buzzing off the hook, and he's just about ready to throw it out the window. He knows it's probably Dick being annoying anyway. Either that, or something happened to Rachel. Either way, he doesn't want to deal with it at the moment, and he can't exactly ask Stiles to check his messages.

"So. I guess the shit we tried to do didn't work out, huh. Unless Rachel freaked the fuck out of the tree."

[threeisapattern]

"Pretty sure she did freak the fuck out of a tree, but it didn't help." Seeing as how said tree is still intact and powerful, as far as he knows, and Stiles feels terrible. "I don't know what kind of magic she has, but I don't think they mix too great."

[theotherobin]

"She's got her own witchy kinda thing, but... who knows, maybe she's out of it cause she's communicating with it right now." Maybe. Maybe that's why they're texting, cause they've got something.

"So you never did tell me exactly how you're connected to it either." Stiles was very vague, he remembers that part.

[threeisapattern]

"Yeah, it's hard to explain." He goes quiet for a moment, maybe thinking about how to explain it. "I didn't even know I was that connected to it still," which is kind of terrifying and not something he wants to think too much about right now, "but I sacrificed myself to it in a... ritual. That killed me. Temporarily."

[theotherobin]

That gets a raised eyebrow, but Jason keeps his eyes on the road. Sounds like some idiot thing Dick Grayson would do.

"The fuck did you do that for?"

[threeisapattern]

"My dad would have died if I hadn't, so."

He can't say he regrets it.

[theotherobin]

Right. Jason supposes that's an important thing. If he'd ever have to save Bruce's life in any way like that, he wonders if he'd do it. Not that Bruce is his dad or anything, but... that's just how things are right now.

"How'd you come back?"

[threeisapattern]

"Resuscitation. Apparently I was out of it for like sixteen hours after, though, so - "

It was not, exactly, a safe plan.

[theotherobin]

"Hey, at least you weren't out for sixteen hours this time." Small victories, or whatever? Probably not a great thing that this keeps happening over and over. But hey, Jason's been knocked in the head one too many times too and he's still all good.

"Did you come back all fucked up, aside from the weird connection thing?" Cause sometimes that happens after you die.

[threeisapattern]

He cannot help but visibly wince, because... yeah. All fucked up is an understatement for what the Nemeton did to him. "Yeah."

[theotherobin]

Maybe Stiles can tell Jason all about it sometime. Probably not when he's recovering from this shit.

"Sounds shitty, man," he says as they pull down Stile's street. This is definitely more suburban than Jason is used to, but it's not too bad. When he was younger he would sometimes think about what it would be like to live in a place like this. Felt more rich people than anything, though.

"Which house is it?"