It Started with Limes

Lucky

Trigger warnings:
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PTSD. Breakdown. SA mentioned/implied.

The soft tapping of the rain on the roof made the hospital seem just a little more bearable to sleep in. Especially with the faint light coming through the curtains illuminating just enough to vaguely make out everything in the room but not enough to cause Griffin pain. He was currently extremely light sensitive, it was up for debate whether it was from the concussion or the drugs, either way the throbbing pain in his head was almost unbearable without the pain meds the nurses gave him. He was getting discharged that same day but the when part was not yet disclosed to him, so for now he just rested.

He flinched slightly as the door creaked open the noise painfully cutting through the peaceful sound of rain and going straight to the pain in his skull. He tucked his head under the covers to hide from the streams of light coming from the brightly lit hallway. He slowly pulled the blanket off of his head once he heard the door click closed, he lifted his squinting gaze towards the dark figure. The familiar face of Hector just barely visible through the darkness.

"Well if it isn't my knight and shining armor, the interrogators- I mean lovely police officers told me what happened. Thank you for that." Griff said the last part a bit more soft spoken.

"It was nothing, just glad you are okay. How are you feeling?" Hector asked careful to keep his voice low as to not cause Griff anymore pain.

"I'd be a hell of a lot better if you wouldn't have called an ambulance. I'm gonna still be paying that shit off a year from now." He complained in a whiny tone, he groaned before continuing. "But- I suppose it was being than getting dragged off by some strange man." He said softly, and even though he was very obviously playing it off with a light tone of voice he did seem a bit shaken up.

"I guess I'll just throw you on a bus next time." Hector jested, as he took a seat in the chair next to the bed, scooting it a bit closer so he could actually see his facial expressions. Which were not pleasant in reaction to the chairs legs dragging on the ground. "Sorry-" Hector whispered apologetically as he leaned forward a bit instead of moving the chair.

"You better." Griffin said in response to Hectors quip about the bus. His eyes were closed tight as he spoke through almost gritted teeth clearly still dealing with a pain spike. Once it lessened he opened his eyes again looking up at Hector again, Griffin looked tired. But not in just the physical way. But emotionally, his eyes were a bit red and puffy, as if he had been crying a lot. His lips were chapped and a bit pink as well, most likely from wiping at his repeatedly to remove any sign of tears.

Hector knew he was holding back how he actually felt, he let out a small sigh and awkwardly put his hand on his arm like a distant dad trying to be there for his son he barely knew.
"You went through a lot last night so um, don't feel like you have to be any certain way in front of me. You don't have to pretend to be okay on my behalf. Not that you should feel pressured to open up to me either I just um- I'm here for you, if you want me to be." Hector said as he carefully pulled his hand away from his shoulder.
Griffin stayed quiet for a moment, unmoving other than the well of tears filling up his eyes. He eventually took a deep rigid breath and swallowed hard as if he were swallowing back emotions that rimmed his eyes. "I barely even remember anything, I shouldn't even be acting this way. I'm lucky everything went as well as they did all things considered. Thanks to you and Maisie." He mumbled, his throat burned as if he wanted to speak more but couldn't. As Hector shifted in the darkness he moved into the light for just a moment. Enough time that Griffin could see the black eye his assailant had given him. "It's just that uh- well. I really don't remember anything. I have tried so hard to remember his face, what the last drink I had was, when exactly it was when it all starts getting blurry, anything at all. It just feels like a hole. Did he do anything to me? Did he not get the chance? I couldn't even-" He stopped, slowly taking another few deep breaths finally unable to hold back a few stray tears from trickling down his face. He swallowed again his chest heaving up and down as he tried desperately to speak through the burning in his throat.