Cisco is suddenly extremely glad that he's not alone. He kind of likes never being alone, always having Hartley within reach was a comfort he'd grown incredibly used to. But this is different, a deeper feeling that comes with the arms wrapping around him at just the right moment and the gentle guiding toward the bedroom. Cisco would rather just go, but he might need things like shoes and a jacket.
He's pulling on the jacket Hartley handed him when those three words make him remember how to take breathe. "Thank you, querido." He reaches for Hartley's hand and threads their fingers.
The trip to the hospital isn't very long, but it feels like ages and when they finally get there, it's just more waiting. He sits in a chair near the corner, leaned over his knees, palms pressed to his eyes.
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Date: 2016-12-23 03:52 am (UTC)He's pulling on the jacket Hartley handed him when those three words make him remember how to take breathe. "Thank you, querido." He reaches for Hartley's hand and threads their fingers.
The trip to the hospital isn't very long, but it feels like ages and when they finally get there, it's just more waiting. He sits in a chair near the corner, leaned over his knees, palms pressed to his eyes.