Their Little Beauty (MxMxM+GF)

Chapter Eighty-Three: Um, Wasn't Me?

"Alright Mister Everton, you have been cleared to go home".

Briar blinked at the doctor, wide eyed and mouth dropped. No one had ever looked like a better imitation of a fly catcher, or The Scream by Edvard Munch.

"He can come home, really?! Like, today, right now, this very moment?!" Jesse squealed, racing up to the doctor's side.

"Are you sure there's no more tests you guys need to do? What about the concerns you mentioned about his recurring migraines?" Quinn worried, lips tugged down, and brows creased.

"Is there anything we should know about taking care of him at home, such as how to provide pain relief or things we should be on the lookout for in case it means he's taking a turn for the worst? How about physiotherapy- are we to bring him back here or is he being referred to a clinic closer to where we live? Do we need to provide at-home care?" Devon asked, already pulling out a pen and preparing to write notes on the back of a coloured in princess drawing.

The poor doctor looked as uncomfortable as a person trying to remain professional could, before she shook herself and turned to each person to address their questions.

"Yes, he can go home today. Yes, no further testing needs done for the moment; our concerns have proved to have been minor enough that they are no longer concerns, just observations. The migraines though painful and at times, debilitating, should resolve themselves in time. And yes, there are things we will need to inform you all of as his caretakers before discharging him. But other than learning which prescriptions are to be taken when and what they are for, along with some instructions on how to help him with basic stretches and massages for when the bodily pains need to be managed at home... Briar will not be spending another night in this room. I am happy to say, Mister Everton, you should not need to see my face again until our six-month check-up".

Briar remained seated on the edge of the bed while Jesse darted around the room collecting everyone's belongings and shoving them into bags, and as his dominants continued talking to the doctor about every single little detail pertaining to his recovery at home. But all he could really hear was one word: home.

I'm going home.

***

It was endearing the way Jesse became overprotective about the silliest little things. It was once walnuts being used in cookies, or lingerie being too tight on his 'poor sack', but now it had become more than a bit ridiculous.

"Foxy... it's just a curb. It's hardly going to pull out a knife and mug me for my wallet" Briar laughed, wrestling his crutches from the fox's grip once he was out of the car.

"Still, why not have Quinn carry you? He doesn't mind- his huge tree-trunk of a body has to be of some use other than blocking everyone's view at the cinema".

"Aw, babe. You like my body?" the man himself smiled teasingly, locking the car as he and his husband came over to them with arms stuffed to the brim with bags. The people at the hospital must have thought the four of them were moving in as permanent residents with how much stuff they'd accrued during Briar's admittance.

"No- it's gross. Like a troll. A hairy, big and... broad... strong... hot... beast of a troll. God, I really do have a kink for monsters. I just want them to breed me full of alien babies or some fucked shit like that" they panted, looking Quinn up and down like they wanted to mount him outside their home in broad daylight.

Should get them inside, fast, because Jesse really might just bend over right here and now. There's no ounce of shame in their tiny little body.

"Jesse, my back's starting to hurt a bit. Could you run me a bath?" Briar pouted, feigning pain by holding his lower back and wincing.

"Oh yeah! Yeah, 'course! Shit, um, bubble bath- you want bubbles? Candles? Fuck, do we have those lavender ones... oh, right! You get inside and sit down! No moving that sexy butt, that's an order!".