[open] can somebody please just tie me down

[thereneverwas]

WHO: Barrow + you
WHAT: Bedrest and recuperation from Awful Things
WHEN: August
WHERE: mostly the Gallows
NOTES: I'll make starters if people want 'em

I.
Bedrest is ideal for people who like to read, or sleep, or sit around pondering life's mysteries. Although Barrow likes sleep as much as the next person, and reading is fine, he has little use for life's mysteries and finds more often than not that he is simply staring at the ceiling and unfairly wishing ill on the medic who impressed on him the need for his joints to mend this way.
He is, perhaps, a little grumpier than usual, but also absolutely desperate for any form of stimulation, so visitors are welcome. Especially if they have treats.

II.
When he's up and about again, Barrow knows better than to go straight to the training pitch and start swinging his hammer around, so instead he defaults to the more leisurely activity of ferrying off to the nearest pub and parking himself there to absorb whatever jollity is occurring at the moment.
He probably drinks too much, especially now, with so much going through his mind; but it's hard to help it, when there's very little else to do and so much he doesn't want to think about. At least he's a pleasant and agreeable drunk, not all that different from when he's sober, but with the sort of absent-minded nihilism that has historically made him either a good lay or a recipient for one's woes. He's rather more open to the latter these days, though the former has its place, at least for the right person.

Comments

[keenly]

"Excellent. You've been changing position now and then?" Just in case, Colin peels back the covers to check Barrow's heels.

[thereneverwas]

"I-- yes," Barrow replies, a little alarmed by how quickly Colin simply went for the covers.

"Fresh," he remarks with a smirk, "you're lucky I've got pants on today, young man."

[keenly]

A chuckle. "It wouldn't be anything I haven't seen a hundred times. And what I see is usually some manner of diseased, so you're not about to embarrass me. Anything pinching or pulling? Pain down the legs, unusual swelling?"

[thereneverwas]

"How romantic," Barrow remarks, "...but no. Everything's, er, ship-shape, or at least as ship-shape as possible, considering the circumstances."

He's not a person who's easily embarrassed, but even the shameless have their limits.
"I'll be back on my feet in no time," he assures everyone and no one, wishing Colin didn't have to be so bloody clinical about it.

[keenly]

He could jump in and clarify the diseased genitals in question belonged to patients, not lovers, but that look in Barrow's eye is more of a concern. Colin places the bedclothes back over Barrow's feet and sinks back in the chair.

"By the look of things, you may be," he says gently. "But there's no shame in needing to rest in order to get there. It's simply what bodies need, like plants need water." A pause. "And just...between us, after something awful like this, I don't usually sleep very well. I wake up with nightmares every night."

[thereneverwas]

It's heartbreaking to hear such a thing from someone so young (look, ten years younger is Young), and Barrow's gaze is sympathetic, if still a bit evasive.
"Yes, well," he scoffs gently, "nightmares tend to come with the territory. May the Maker bless elfroot and its calming properties."

[keenly]

"Yes," Colin says with a chuckle. Barrow didn't have to respond in kind in order to feel solidarity, that he's not alone in this. "I can always roll you one if you need one. Or just leave you some paper. Really good to have in the middle of the night so you can get back to sleep."

[thereneverwas]

A snicker escapes Barrow, and he taps the drawer of his nightstand. "I've already been seen to," he replies, "but I appreciate your understanding. Athessa took care of that and brought a kitten."

[keenly]

"Ah!" Colin's face lights up at Athessa's name. "Our amateur apothecary. She's one of my favorite people."

[thereneverwas]

Barrow grins. "Seems appropriate. She's one of mine too." The little shit.

[keenly]

Colin beams and bobs his head a moment. Then, circling back:

"You can talk to her about anything. And me. I...wanted to ask how you feel, and not in a physical sense, but I don't want you to think you have to answer."

[thereneverwas]

If Colin were anyone else, and if they hadn't already somewhat discussed it, Barrow might be more reluctant to answer-- he's got a reputation to preserve, pitiful as it may be these days.
But the question yields a smile that verges on sad, and the stiff shrug of one shoulder.
"Odd," is what he settles on.

[keenly]

Colin nods again, familiar with the feeling.

"I think our minds just have to make room for what happened to us, at first. It's a lot. And in my experience, it gets worse before it gets better."

[thereneverwas]

That sums it up pretty well. Twisting his mouth to one side, Barrow nods thoughtfully.

"What I can't get over," he admits, with some difficulty, "is that-- well it's--"
He sighs and rubs at the stubble on his jaw.
"--it's just humiliating, is the thing. Being... you know, on display in one's weakness."

[keenly]

Whatever was calm in Colin's face is replaced by something eerily similar but not at all the same: a distance, as if his ears have been filled with the sounds of bees and his core has gone numb. It takes him a moment to realize he is meant to react. He recalls what it was Barrow said and nods.

"Yes. It is." He collects a little more of his awareness. "People say the real shame belongs to the one did it to you. But he's not coming back to claim it, so you're the one left holding it."

[thereneverwas]

Barrow notices, but doesn't rush him. He eats quietly, letting Colin collect his thoughts, and meets his answer with a thoughtful nod.

"At least I took care of him." He gazes down at his plate. "...wish that'd felt better, but I suppose if I enjoyed killing people I'd be a different sort of fellow."

[keenly]

"I'm glad you're not," Colin says gently, still feeling somewhat adrift but at least cognizant of what is being said. "That's worth holding onto."

A slow blink. "I don't know if I took care of mine or not. I half-expect him to turn up to kill me any day. Hopefully he just...got drunk and fell off a pier, or something."

[thereneverwas]

Barrow grunts, and it's almost a laugh, but the bitter sort that has no humor to it.
"Well, if he ever shows up, you've got a crystal." His glance toward Colin is quite serious. "Can't imagine Riftwatch would suffer such a person." With the added implication that he, personally, certainly wouldn't.

[keenly]

"Why wouldn't they?" He doubts Barrow has all the information, but the bitter question is out anyway. Colin is an embarrassment before the Chantry, and as far as he knows, the leadership is aware of that. "Our commander used to be a pirate. We let in murderers all the time. We forgive murderers. Someone pushed Athessa down the stairs and no one's even found out who. Mages, though, mages are always trouble. You think they'd care about losing one mage? They have plenty of others."

[thereneverwas]

"Well."

Barrow hasn't been in Riftwatch long, and though his opinion of it is certainly already higher than Colin's, he recognizes that plenty of things go on without his knowledge.
...and apart from that, comments were made about leaving Poesia and himself behind in the dungeon, and he's still not totally convinced they were joking.

"...you can just tell me then."

[keenly]

Colin looks over at him, eyes softening considerably at the offer. Something in him has lifted. Here he came to lend an ear to Barrow's troubles only to find Barrow has dispersed some of his own.

"Not till you're off bedrest," he says with a teasing smile.

[thereneverwas]

A melodramatic scoff and roll of his eyes indicates what Barrow feels about that, but he doesn't argue, instead shaking his head at Colin with a chiding smirk. Always gotta go back into doctor mode.

[keenly]

His profession is his armor.

"Can I ask you a question? You don't have to answer."

[thereneverwas]

Intrigued, Barrow raises his eyebrows and gives a silent nod to prompt him onward.

[keenly]

"Why did you leave the Order?"