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[perro]

( wishes really do come true, he guesses. but sometimes they feel a little bittersweet. sometimes they feel like they weren't enough.

yeah, he stayed in that damn place long enough to get what he wished for: to make it off lian yu in one piece. to get back to star city, to fight his ass off to get zoe back after he missed his hearing. (he's pretty sure being kidnapped and surviving a bunch of bombs isn't gonna fly with the judge as an excuse — but oliver's told him that he'd help him, for which he's grateful.) he's lucky. others aren't.

he shouldn't have been so selfish. he should've thought about everyone else, too. oliver's doing him a solid, and rene could've paid him back, used that wish stone for everyone on that island, but he didn't, and he can't. it's too late.

rene goes to her room sometimes, even if nobody ever really knows why, 'cause they were never particularly close here in star city. he goes there even if the long walk down the hallway feels like he's going to confessional. in a way, it kind of is, considering he usually ends up just sitting there in that miserable hospital room, listening to the beeping of thea's heartbeat on the monitor, watching her for something — anything.

he's lucky that he remembers time with her from back in that stupid city, of fries shoved in mouth and salty kisses and hands pressed against bare skin — of sneaking around and stealing glances and trying not to get him killed by her brother. she might not remember all that, but he's glad that he got to know her like he did considering he never thought it'd happen here in star city.

it's been a long day at city hall, and rene lets out a heavy sigh as he scoots the wooden chair against the tiled floor closer to her bed, loosens the tie around his neck. ) Damn, reina. I dig my promotion and all, but you make a better chief of staff any day. Hotter, too. ( best believe he can still flirt even when the girl's in a coma. )

[withasouvenir]

[ this is not the first coma thea has been in, but she'd thought after she retired that the last one would be, you know, the last. now she guesses it won't be completely off the table until oliver retires. same with kidnapping, sigh.

she'd woken up in the middle of the night, choking and disoriented, and been carefully walked through what had happened while oliver held her hand so tightly she thought he was going to break it. she'd just been in a coma, again!, she let him think the tears were simply being overwhelmed, or maybe her sore throat. he'd promised to bring william by after school but before that she just wanted some time to herself without anyone crowding her, maybe even william could wait until after dinner.

it was time needed to let the nurses help her up so she could pee and shower and brush her teeth fifteen times, time spent hearing from the nurses that the mayor's chief of staff had been visiting, more than almost everyone -- oliver and quentin being the obvious exceptions.

here he is again, still calling her queen.

maybe it's selfish, but thea keeps her eyes closed, keeps her breathing the same, thanks malcolm. all to maybe hear a tiny snippet of what rene might have said to her while she was out all that time. if they've had a handful of conversations where she didn't get to contribute much, she does kind of want to know what she was missing. if her face softens a little, it's not her fault, but hopefully the nasal cannula that replaced her ventilator will disguise it still. ]

[perro]

( for someone who hates talking about his feelings, hates talking about his life and what's happened in it, rene sure does find himself saying a hell of a lot when he's in this hospital room.

it's a little weird, maybe, considering he never gets an answer back — but that's pretty much what he's looking for. no judgment, no offers to help him fix problems he can handle on his own, no quippy remarks. hell, he's probably rehearsed his speech for the judge at his hearing about twenty times now for his own personal audience of one even though he doesn't even have a set court date yet.

there's a long silence, coupled with rene hanging his head and just looking at the same damn tiled floor he's probably looked at fifty times now.

this ain't right. here he is, bitching about his work problems when they're problems he wouldn't even have if thea wasn't in this damn coma; he'd still be grabbing black coffees in the morning with the name "hoss" scribbled on them by the barista.

next thing he knows, rene's reaching out to grab her hand — iv and all — and holds it between both of his own, like it just might amplify how guilty he is, let her know how sorry he is — and he never apologizes for shit. he sighs, long and drawn out, lifts his gaze towards thea's blissfully sleeping face. ) I should've used that damn wish stone on you. Just another thing I messed up.

[withasouvenir]

[ oliver is the same way. thea knows he talks to her while she's out, she remembers snippets and he's told her as much anyway. she wishes oliver opened up more to her when she was conscious, but she also knows it takes a lot for him open up and she opens up to her more than most people.

now, apparently rene is doing the same and when rene takes her hand the way she weakly squeezes back is automatic, as is the tiny hum of contentment at the feel of his hand in hers again. finally. the problem with the giant time different between her and rene in cadelle is that when they'd returned home... rene didn't remember their time in the city yet. she'd had to catch up to him in the city, she had to wait for him to catch up in star city, pretend he wasn't her type.

he is very much her type.

she huffs a breath, eyes still closed, still trying to pretend to be asleep so she can squeeze out a little more of his secrets before he realizes she isn't as unconscious as she seems. this is her only chance to listen to secrets because someone thinks she is comatose! she will not be foiled by her own impatience!

hopefully! ]