<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">Eivind didn't feel much better with Blue's words. Maybe he would once his mate wasn't laying there, uncomfortable, with strained breathing. The pain medications would help, but it would only last so long. Nothing more than a temporary fix. Eivind needed to get him real help. Even Alaric could only do so much.<br/>
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“We're leaving soon. Just get some rest for a few minutes,” Eivind told him. He didn't want to move him again so soon, not when they'd just gained a little bit of respite. He'd let the morphine do it's work and try to get there before it wore off completely. Sig was watching thoughtfully, and he got up to help himself to the contents of Eivind's fridge, where he made something for the other male to eat.<br/>
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“He'll be okay,” Sig said.<br/>
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When Blue woke again, having only dozed briefly, Eivind carried him to his truck, hoping he wouldn't wake up fully, and he'd be able to go back to sleep. Sig opened the door for Eivind, and helped rearrange Blue partially scrunched up in the back seat. To Eivind's surprise, Sig climbed in the back seat with him, sitting so that Blue could rest his head up against his thigh.<br/>
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“So he doesn't get jostled around. You just worry about driving,” Sig supplied, and Eivind didn't argue. The <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Ffotos.fotoflexer.com%2Ff04e114e0599667b2815a1a929593167.jpg&amp;hash=fa1a1f41591ef9822191d2bd519b6e32" href="http://fotos.fotoflexer.com/f04e114e0599667b2815a1a929593167.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(196, 84, 84)">truck</span></a> was old, but reliable. It's diesel engine rumbled to life, loud, but it had good shocks and the back seat was damn spacious compared to Blue's car. At least with this one he knew it had a full tank, and a reserve tank he could switch over to. He pulled out of the encampment without protest, which was probably good. I meant they had some sense, especially Freyr, because he thought if he saw him he might gun it for him. At least dragging Blue all over the hundred acre woods was over, but so also was their fairy tail.<br/>
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“I'm happy for you two. Happier, of course, if all was well,” Sig chattered on, looking out the window with a hand against Blue's shoulder to stabilize him if they got slung forward. “I like your pack. I.. was a little surprised with Sieger. He was friendly enough with me. Accepted things easily enough,” he added, and Eivind scoffed.<br/>
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“His issue is with me,” Eivind told him, eyes only glancing back occasionally to make sure Blue was as comfortable as he could be. Otherwise, he only had one destination in mind, wishing like hell they could finally shake Lofgren's devastation.<br/>
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“Synnove is lovely. Alaric, I honestly didn't expect would side with Blue, but he obviously likes him more than he lets on. Freyr wasn't an ass until you showed up, either.”<br/>
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“Yes, well, I bring the best out in people,” Eivind mumbled sarcastically.<br/>
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It was better once they made it to the highway, and actual paved roads. Eivind's truck wasn't zippy by any means, but it got them where they needed to be, and people were less inclined to cut him off.<br/>
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“I've no idea what I'm going to tell them,” he growled, or rather, what Blue might tell them.<br/>
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“Keep it vague. They won't pry,” Sig suggested, helping Eivind get Blue out of the truck. The pain killers would likely be starting to wear off, but that wouldn't matter now that they'd gotten Blue to the hospital. Of course, they'd have to part, and after spending every waking moment together, it was hard for Eivind to let him go. He'd told him that it had been an old hunting accident that that was still giving him trouble, but after giving them all they thought was useful, they made him and Sig remain in the waiting room. The emergency ward was no place for visitors, and once they admitted him to an actual room, they could visit him. <br/>
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It took far longer than Eivind was comfortable with. He was fretting, and Sig had to rein him back in and explain that hospitals did things on their own time, not a grumpy boyfriend's clock. He reminded him too, that it was the middle of the night. They likely had to call someone in if the people they needed weren't on staff. It was morning by the time Eivind was allowed back, to a room where Blue was being kept and monitored. Sig had stayed, curling up his tiny body and napping in one of the waiting room chairs, but went along with Eivind when permitted.</span></span>