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Simple Events

Ed didn't wanna tell Oswald that the food wasn't fully cooked, or that it tasted like the anus of a cow. He knew that this was his way of a thank you, and it would be polite to just eat some, say he's full and throw the rest away.

Now it's around three a.m. and he is over the toilet puking out his guts.

Oswald is startled awake by the sound of retching-- something similar to a cat coughing up a hairball. He thinks this is odd, not entirely because they didn't have a cat, but because it was Ed's groaning he heard. If Ed caught another Leonard, he would make sure to restrain him properly, right?

He stands up drowsily and walks carefully over to the source of the noise.

Ed hears a soft pat on the door followed by the voice of Oswald, "You okay in there?"

He had thought it was pretty obvious what the situation here was, but I guess not.

Ed clumsily lifted his head up to reply, "Feelin' like a million bucks in here." He knew Oswald was just checking on him, but in this situation sarcasm was probably necessary for such a stupid question. The doorknob turned and Oswald entered the restroom, but before he could tell him to get out another round of last night's dinner decided to make its exit.

"God, Ed," he stammered when Ed finally settled down a little bit, "you look- I mean-"

"I know," he replied between deep breaths.

Oswald ventured closer reluctantly and rested his hand on the other's shoulder in what he hoped was a comforting manner. He felt Ed lean into his touch absentmindedly.

"Do you need anything? Maybe some water, a- a cool towel or something? I mean...you're burning up."

Ed shook his head and stood up, stumbling a bit.

"I think I'm just gonna lay back in bed for now." Even though his legs felt like actual jelly, he thought he could manage walking back to his couch, since his bed is preoccupied. Oswald, though had other plans. Before he could even walk past him Oswald put his arm around his shoulder and started walking him towards his bedroom. It was an awkward position, considering the height difference, but he appreciated it.

Ed managed to mumble out a thanks before quite literally, rolling into bed.

"You want anything.... Water, toast, soup?" Ed shook his head.
"Okay, um, I'll be on the couch if you need me."

Ed wanted to protest- he did need Oswald, he couldn't be alone- but the pain in his stomach was too much for him to even do anything but groan. He was shaking, Oswald noticed, but didn't say anything else.

He walked out of the room and closed the door behind him softly. As you can imagine, going back to sleep wasn't so easy when you had as much of an upset stomach as Ed had. He mostly laid in bed staring up at the wall, not having enough energy to grab a book, or even read one. He thought about calling for Oswald just to have company. Though, that didn't work much when the only words that came out were really just a jumbled mess of Oswald's name.

An idea hit him. On the dresser by the bed there was a glass vase. In his mind at the moment, the most logical thing was to pick up the vase, chuck it at the wall in hopes of Oswald hearing it so he wouldn't be as lonely. So he did just that.

There was a loud clang and Oswald jumped just as he was drifting to sleep on the couch. He woke up almost immediately, standing up and limping as fast as he could over to Ed- well, his room. He knocked on the door hesitantly.

"Ed, are you okay? What was that?" he panicked.

Ed only heard a mumble from the other side of the door. Opening it slowly, he saw Ed lying on his side, grasping his abdomen. His eyes were fixated on him. Oswald's eyes traveled to the broken shards of what used to be a vase on the floor.

"Sorry," he heard Ed rasp.

Oswald smiled, feeling relieved.

"Don't worry about it."

Ed rolled back over in bed and motioned for Oswald to come over. He walked toward the edge of the bed.

"Do you need anything?"

Ed shook his head, "No..." he let out a cough, it was a bit pathetic. Mumbling once more he continued speaking, "just lonely."

Oswald couldn't help but smile, usually his company wasn't very welcomed, so it was pleasant to be wanted around. He sat on the edge of the bed.

"Thank you."

"No problem, old friend."

Ed smiled weakly in return.

"So, um," Oswald cleared his throat, "food poisoning I suppose?"

Ed shrugged. He knew it was, but didn't want to make him feel bad for trying to make it up to him with a dinner.

"Sorry about that. I've never been quite the cook," he laughed, "I just wanted to do something for you. Food poisoning wasn't what I had in mind, though, I assure you."

Ed chuckled and shook his head.

"It's alright."

They sat in silence for a few moments, before Oswald gently took Ed's hand in his. It was an innocent, a simple gesture that comforted both of them. It's funny how something as simple as holding hands led to Oswald holding him, to Ed finally falling back asleep with Oswald right next to him.

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You know what else is funny? Nobody could have guessed those simple events would lead to something much greater. Both of them would wonder about the events leading up to where they were, but right now, none of that mattered. Right now was the happiest day of both their lives. Nothing else mattered, not the crime, not other people, Gotham itself didn't matter at this moment. Right now all they could do is stare into eachothers eyes as each of them said their vows.