Propitator: Two Years in the Future - Back In Phoenix
He walked into the ER during the only lull of the night. For once, chairs nearly empty and I was taking the first break in ten hours. Quatre said not a word, just grabbed my arm, and pulled me along behind him to the resident's lounge.
"Quatre," I started when he closed the door. "What are you-" but he had me pinned to the wall, his mouth on mine.
"It's past time for another dose," he was murmuring against my lips. "Though I think you need a little for yourself."
"Dose?" His words weren't making sense, but then, it'd been four days since I had more than a three-hour nap.
He didn't say anything, but his arms came around me, and his body was pressed up to mine, his head lay on my shoulder. The room was dark and quiet, the murmuring voices of the ER distant enough to not disturb. I held him, and closed my eyes. It'd been too long since we'd slept in the same bed, too long since we'd done just this.
I don't know how long we stayed in the lounge, how long we were wrapped around each other. But, when my beeper went off, it was as though I was rousing from a Saturday afternoon nap. The long week of twelves melted away. Still holding Quatre close, I peered at the beeper's summons behind his back, and sighed.
"I have to go." I was whispering, and didn't know why.
Quatre hummed against my neck, pulling away slowly. He leaned up and kissed me softly, and grinned. "Tomorrow night, right?"
I nodded, unable to stop my hand from brushing hair away from his eyes. "Tomorrow night."