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WHO: Ignis Scientia, Noctis Caelum and Prompto Argentum
WHERE: Recolle hospital
WHEN: once Prompto has returned from the mission
WHAT: Noct's mom and boyfriend finally meet
WARNINGS: none??

[This time around, Ignis mainly drops by the hospital in order to try to get an update on Noct's condition, remembering that he'd had a new round of tests to go through. He doesn't actually anticipate to find any new news, and just as he suspects when he finds Noct's assigned doctor, they have nothing to tell him. However, there doesn't seem to be a decline in his progress, which is good enough news for Ignis to be able to come out of there with.

He's at the hospital's cafe grabbing himself a coffee before he leaves when he pauses, reaching into his pocket to check the time.

He hadn't intended to visit, and he'd rather not be a nuisance, but after the conversation they last had... Ignis' brow furrows before he sets his coffee on a table and sends Noctis a text.]

I'm at the hospital. I just finished having a talk with your doctor about your progress.

Would you mind company for a moment?

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[ Noctis has been hoping for good news towards his discharge, but so far? Nothing. There are still tests to be run, his blood pressure hasn't been all that great, he's still experiencing some pain. But he knows that's all leftover from the episode itself. It's like he went into shock or something.

But, he's been feeling better. Mentally, at least. Prompto has been here pretty consistently, he hasn't stopped being here, and he's fine with that. More than fine, actually. Prompto is good at hiding when visitation hours are out, and being able to fall asleep with him almost every night has been a godsend. Really, it's done wonders for his morale.

Ignis being here too has been... Strange, but not terrible. He's still getting used to the idea of him being here, of him being his caretaker. He just hasn't crossed that bridge of conversation yet.

Ignis texts him while he's laying down on the bed with Prompto, in close proximity. They'd had a relatively volatile fight shortly before he left for this mission, and since they're both rather shook after the drama that followed? Their focus has been mainly on making up. Staying made-up. And being as close as possible.

Making up = Making out, apparently. You learn how to avoid getting tangled in tubes and chords when you have to. He has to stop when he hears his phone go off,and he reads over it. Eyes glazed over, focus mainly on the guy he's with, and then he realizes what this means. ]

Uh.

[ Noctis stops their activity, craning his neck, grabbing Prompto's shoulder and gently shoving. ]

Prom-- Prom.

[ He holds up his phone. ]

Ignis stopped by. He's with my doctor.

[ And he's going to visit, which means Prompto can't hide here before the final check-up round the nurses make. Which means he'd be sent out. ]

Edited 2018-02-17 02:19 (UTC)

[prompto doesn't really want to stop making out with noctis? but here he is, getting shoved out of his concentration bubble, pouting as his boyfriend presents him with his phone screen. why does he want to know this--?]

[oh, ignis.]

[he makes an attempt to untangle from the cables and chords to set foot on the floor]

Is he gonna stay a while?

[ Ughhh, no, he doesn't want to stop either. Pushing Prompto away is the most painful thing, and it shows in the way he pouts equally. Nothing against Ignis by any means, just...

Ignis has no idea that Noctis is gay and also has no idea that he and Prompto are an item. It wouldn't be ideal for him to find out by catching them in the act. He's red, torn, and he looks over the text. He has to respond soon; dude can't just wait around forever. ]

I don't know, maybe? He...

[ Noctis recalls their conversation. He really doesn't want Ignis to continue thinking he's a burden or that this is his fault. Because it's not. ]

Visitation ends in an hour. It's not like you can just hide under the bed the whole time. Like you have been.

[ Which Noctis finds ridiculously adorable, even if he hasn't said so yet. This is apparently what Prompto did the last time he was here, and it's no wonder he's crazy about this guy. It's... Kind of romantic. ]

What do we do?

Dude.

[ignis is another level of terrifying, mostly because he hasn't met the guy yet. but prompto thinks he's got this down pat. he's done it before, and so he starts by making sure any and all evidence of his presence is put inside the small closet in the room. he goes around, now, trying to help noctis adjust back the heart monitor.]

[they should definitely not mess with it... but this is where they stand.]

I got this.

[he presses a kiss to noctis's shoulder as he squats down to tie his shoes]

Just try to act the least suspicious as possible.

[ Noctis sits up, much to his dismay, because he's not laying down making out with his boyfriend anymore. He's adjusting himself, sitting upright as he makes sure everything is back in place. His little oxygen tube, his IV, the chords hooked up to the monitor and everything else. Things that easily get shifted during too much movement. He helps put the heart monitor back in place, chords where they need to be.

At least his hair has been a consistent mess outside of being gross. So that doesn't matter.

Prompto sounds pretty confident, and Noctis knits his brow. Looking over to Prompto as he kisses him, confused as all hell. ]

... Are you serious?

You're going to hide while he's here.

[ He already knows what Prompto has planned. ]

Edited 2018-02-17 02:47 (UTC)

I did it before when Laverne was the nurse doing the rounds instead of Clare, and when doctor Reid kept checking your vitals. They are really hard to hide from, but these beds got somethin' about them.

[making sure that everything about him is tied close to his person, he presses onto noctis for a brief cuddle. at least until his boyfriend texts ignis back.]

[there's a smugness at the heart monitor spiking just a bit]

What's the worst that could happen? I'll just climb up the window and sneak in if I get kicked out.

[that's vandalism]

[ The difference between now and back then is that Noctis was unconscious through most of Prompto's developing of his methods. He remembers that there were a few nights he'd stayed before in his room. Prompto would hide in the bed or the shower included in the private bathroom. It's a bit different now in that he's had doctors and Ignis rotating in and out since the start. Plus, Prompto has been staying here far more often. Every night since he came home.

But Prompto seems very sure, and Noctis can't say no. He doesn't want to. But he still grimaces, because it's not like it would be bad for Prompto to meet Ignis, but they're both very set on being able to spend the night together again.

Prompto presses close, and Noctis is even more inclined to agree. Of course the heart monitor spikes, as it always does. And Prompto gets that smug little look on his face, promising to climb through a damn window which is vandalism, btw, and super illegal. But.

God damn it, Prompto is so charming.

Noctis sighs, nuzzling Prompto a bit. Conceding. ]

Oh good. I'm a hopeless romantic. Duly noted.

[ Because it's frustratingly adorable that Prompto is doing this. He sighs, grabbing his phone and sitting up. ]

Alright. Time to put on a show, I guess.

[ He starts texting. ]

sorry
just woke up from a nap
yeah come on up

[prompto snorts at that, pressing a lingering kiss to noctis's cheek before the other starts typing up a reply. and then he's dropping to the floor, rolling under the bed and finding the metal railings to hold onto to pick himself up from the floor--as to avoid detection. these beds are great, though, for they have a panel at each side which helps with the whole hiding concept.]

Just tell me when he's about to get in so I can lift myself off the floor, yeah, Noct?

[The entire time these gay shenanigans have been going on, Ignis has merely been sitting at a table at the cafe, sipping away at his coffee, swiping through his phone to check up on the local news.

It almost startles him with there's the vibration signaling Noct's response, and Ignis stands up, typing up a swift reply before he starts to make his way to the elevator that'll take him to Noctis' side of the hospital.]

I'm sorry to disturb you. I'll be quick. On my way now.

Er... Right. Keep attention drawn away from under the bed.

[ He’s got this. He’s totally got this! Noctis hears his phone buzzing and sees Ignis’ reply. Still apologetic, still vulnerable. Noctis really screwed up with him, didn’t he? It’s only trouble now in that Prompto has a routine, this close to visitation ending. Otherwise, seeing Ignis hasn’t been a problem at all. It’s still strange, but the strange feelings aren’t directed at him by any stretch. It’s the situation.

He frowns a bit, not saying anything about it to Prompto while he texts back. That’s a conversation for another day, too. ]

its not any trouble ignis
we talked about this
dont sweat it

He’s on his way up.

Edited 2018-02-17 21:41 (UTC)

[Once in the elevator and heading to the right floor, Ignis' phone vibrates again. The text sends the tinge of a strange feeling, something a little like hesitation, trepidation. Now that he's starting to learn to interact with Noctis and speak with him on a regular basis, it's hard for him to figure out just how exactly to handle this... friendship. Its been years. They might be old childhood companions, but they've grown up, and they've grown distant.

It'll probably take some getting used to before he's able to approach Noct with more confidence.

Ignis at least refrains from sending more apologies and tucks his phone back into his pocket. The elevator doors open and he steps out, striding down the hallway until he arrives at the right door, yet Ignis still knocks against the doorway before peeking in to make sure someone else hasn't stopped by. When he sees no one there, he enters.]

How has your day been?

[ Gods, this is so awkward. It’s been a year since he last experienced Prompto doing this and while he got away with it, the situation is kind of different now. But he puts faith in him. How bad can it be? He’s under the bed, which is huge and equipped with bars and supports that divert attention. This is probably a rock-solid plan.

Right? It should be...

Eh.

Ignis comes in, and Noctis sits up to better regard him in greeting. For extra show, he stretches, eyes twisting shut a moment. Just to drive the point home that he’d been “sleeping”. ]

Mm. Not bad. Mostly been asleep today.

[ Good move, Noctis. Good one. ]

You? Don’t tell me you’ve spent all your free time chatting up my doctors.

[oh, man. prompto's just going to keep really quiet and hang on to the bed so he doesn't actually touch the floor nor give himself away]

[this is a super rock-solid plan]

[Both of you are great actors, I'm sure you'll be nominated for an emmy for these performances.]

We all can't be afforded the luxury of sleeping right well through supper. [Ignis crosses his arms over his chest, eyebrow arched.] I do hope you've eaten, by the way. But I've spent my time well. There's news that there's consideration for allowing your discharge soon, possibly by the end of the month.

[ Noctis is a very good actor, thank you very much! He’s actually doing quite well pretending his boyfriend isn’t hanging on beneath his bed. It’s easy enough to get distracted by that little accusation anyway! ]

Beats staring at a small tv all day. And I had the cardboard breakfast they gave me.

[ Don’t shame him for liking sleep! He’s about to casually shrug and lean back, but the news stops him. He sits up. ]

Yeah?

[ Okay, that’s hopeful. ]

What brought that on? All the tests are coming up with nothing.

[Sleeping when you're ill is good. Ignis can't blame Noct for sleeping. However there is a thing called over-sleeping, and that is not good. But they can argue about Noct's terrible sleeping habits another day.]

That's the puzzling matter. It's the reason for your continued stay and yet it's also the reason for their consideration on letting you return home. They can't confirm whatever has afflicted you has gone into any form of dormancy, but if the tests continue to be inconclusive, they may very well take it as a sign that your physical condition is stable.

[If nothing changes, then that just becomes defaulted to a sign that he's basically fine. Which, Noct isn't, but now that the hospital has his medical records and knows about his last stint in the hospital they're aware this sort of thing happened before.]

They could, of course, very well keep your here for months. However further tests take time, effort, and money. All of which a medical professional learns to despise. [The things you learn when you go into the medical field. Not always great stuff.]

[ Noctis clicks his tongue at all that, leaning back against his inclined mattress. Hands behind his head and casual as ever. ]

Same song and dance every time.

[ Have a near-death experience, get imprisoned in a hospital bed for weeks to months on-end, relentless testing, no results, stay longer for more tests, no results, release. Lather, rinse, repeat. Noctis can easily predict the end-results of his mysterious situation but he can’t predict the episodes. If only.

At least Prompto definitely should have heard that. That he’s coming home soon. So that’s good. ]

Welp. Never looked that gift-horse in the mouth before, I won’t start now. I’m ready to go the hell home.

[this is all very nice you guys]

[except prompto's "it's time to sleep!" alarm goes off, all while his phone is very neatly in his trousers' back pocket]

[prepare for under-bed fumbling and an oomph sound as he lands on the floor. what a disgrace.]

[ This is instant. The sound of Prompto’s familiar alarm that screams “fooling around time is over! Gotta be up early for my morning jog!!!”. Which, for the record, Noctis hates.

He has found a new reason to dislike it.

The jig is up. Noctis can’t even react too much because part of him saw this coming. He just thought there would be more time. Noct’s eyes glaze over as he hears Prompto’s little “oomph!” from underneath the bed. Until he eventually sighs and puts a hand to his face. ]

[You tried so hard and got so far, but in the end y'all are stupid.

The sudden sound-- song? Isn't all that startling, however it's the fact that further noise begins to come distinctly from Noctis' hospital bed that has Ignis very suspicious, until there's a thud, the sound of another voice. And that's sort of the point where Ignis loses his proverbial shit.]

Bloody hell, what just--?!

[He isn't really sure of what to do, because he's never experienced another person falling from underneath a bed before. Of course, once his wits spring into action, he immediately thinks to shout for a nurse. Or call for security. And in fact before he even processes the thought completely Ignis takes a wide step backward as if to begin his run to the doorway to just scream bloody murder. But he can't, because he needs to protect Noctis.

Except Noct isn't even alarmed.

...oh, this boy is in trouble.]

Noct?! Explain at once!

[prompto's having a hard time turning his alarm off, but he manages, just in time to hear ignis's somewhat angry tone directed at noctis. after shuffling his phone back into its pocket, he crawls from under the bed--on the other end, so that ignis won't see him crawling out. he's not attempting to hide himself anymore, though, as he pokes his head from the side of the bed, nervous and embarrassed, blue eyes darting to meet the-- the very tall figure that is ignis scientia.]

[listen, he's never met the man in person before.]

[he can't really look him in the eye as he fumbles for an excuse.]

It's-- it's not his fault! I came up with the idea.

[name's prompto argentum. likes hiding past visiting hours like a criminal and looks like a hooligan what with the black eye and bandaged nose.]

--hi...

[It's very difficult for Ignis to parse just what exactly he should be doing at the moment, so he does exactly as he supposes he should actually do which is. Nothing. Nothing but continue to stare in baffled shock at this strange individual crawling out from under Noct's bed. He'd been hiding here the entire time, the entire time he was there, probably even before he arrived in the room and just how long was he here, how long was he intending to stay just who even is he?

(And yet for the briefest flicker of a moment Ignis cannot help but experience a strange sense of deja-vu, that the tufted hair in front of him is familiar, that he recognizes the freckles spread across that thin nose, that he's heard this boy's voice before, that they've met--)

Ignis blinks, his attention snaps back to the boy who looks... rather worse for wear, but it doesn't remotely endear him to Ignis because he just appears to be some troublemaker who broke into a patient's room and most likely intended to rob them. That has Ignis' shoulders squaring stiff, his posture straightening, eyes narrowing as he directs a rather vicious sort of "you breathe incorrectly and I will make you regret it" look at the stranger before he turns the same gaze toward Noct.]

You have five seconds to attempt to explain what has just happened here before I have him removed myself. [Ignis may not have much muscle on him, but he has a good few extra feet of advantage over this scrawny menace.]

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