Maxxie: Docs.Mature

To say I slept would be a lie. I dozed a little, but I kept getting flashbacks and jolting awake again. Between that and worrying about Hadley, sleep seemed to escape me.

I'm dozing again when Hadley finally wakes up, sometime close to noon, curled up on my side with my hands pressed between my knees. They went numb ages ago, but I couldn't be bothered to move. As he stretches and yawns, I half open my eyes, kind of giving up on the idea of getting to sleep. He smiles slightly and I somehow manage to smile back.

"Feeling better?"

"Kind of."

"I'm taking you to the docs today," I tell him in a tone that says don't fucking argue with me. He whines and I scowl at him. "You can't just keep brushing it off, Hads." He looks down and mumbles something, but I don't hear it. "Hmm?"

"I said I probably just wasn't as ready as I thought I was." I sigh and brush back his hair gently, planting a light kiss on his lips.

"No, I don't think you were, but you've been dizzy like that before. I don't think that not being ready was anything to do with it." Not that you not being ready was a bad thing. He just whines again and I give him another kiss. "C'mon. We both know waiting will only make it worse." He pouts at me as I get up. I have a feeling grouchy Maxxie might be rearing his ugly head for a while.

"I don't want to."

"And I don't want to part with money I don't have, but I don't like you being ill. Humour me."

"Hospitals smell like death."

"I never had you down as the dramatic type," I mutter as I walk into the kitchen to reacquaint myself with my coffee mug. I see him cross his arms from the doorway and stay exactly where he is. "Coffee?"

"No thanks," he says in this sulky tone and I shrug, going back to making my own. When it's done, I go back to the bedroom and perch on the end of the bed.

"Please, Hadley," I sigh, "just one quick trip to the docs to see why you're dizzy and why your appetite's fucky and that's it, I swear. I'll make it up to you, somehow."

"I'm not going." I take a moment to keep my temper under check before I reply.

"I will get the doc to come here instead," I say, still managing to sound at least a little irritable.

"The hell you will." I put my mug down on the floor and shift back so I can put my hands on either side of his face, doing my best to not look pissed off.

"Hadley, please just grin and bear it for me. I promise I will make it up to you."

"I'm. Not. Going." I press my forehead to his and close my eyes, taking a long breath. He sighs a little and I kiss him. "I'm still not going," he says, kissing back.

"I know, I'm sorry I snapped. I just worry, y'know?"

"You shouldn't. There's nothing wrong with me." Sure. Because being dizzy and sick are totally normal facts of life.

"I can't help it. Worrying is something I'm good at." He smiles a little at that.

"Don't." I kiss him again and sit back, suppressing a yawn.

"You gonna be okay if I go out for a bit?" He nods and I smile slightly, grabbing my coffee and draining it in a few gulps. "Help yourself to whatever," I mutter, getting changed, "and if you wanna do something useful, find out if you can go about selling a house in England from here."

"Me, be useful? No chance," he grins and I laugh slightly.

"Well, the option's there. I'll see you later," I bend to kiss him goodbye and smile, even though I don't really feel like it. He hums an "mmm" and I grab my wallet, before setting off for the hospital. I'm going to see if I can get any closer to seeing what's wrong with Hadley without him actually being there.

So why do I get the feeling I'm probably going to end up seeing Cayden?


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