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Breaking Cover

Doyle is recovering and sharing a flat with Bodie. The h/c scene under the cut is one of my favourites.

Breaking Cover by Ellis Ward


Grinning sheepishly to himself, Doyle recalled the first bath he had taken on his own not long after his arrival at their new flat. Bodie had said nothing when Doyle had announced his intention, busying himself with chores in the kitchen while Doyle had set about his purpose with brash confidence.

Doyle had almost drowned himself, having inaccurately gauged his energy reserves after what had been a reasonably productive day--considering that less than two weeks had elapsed since his release from hospital. They had taken a slow, brief walk in Regent's Park in the morning, a drive out to Gatwick to watch the planes take off in the afternoon, and on the way home had stopped for a meal at a nearby restaurant. Nothing of cataclysmic proportions certainly--unless undertaken by someone in Doyle's compromised physical condition.

Within a few minutes of climbing into the too-warm water, Doyle had known he had made a serious mistake. At the last possible second, infuriated that he should have become so dependent on another person, he had cried out Bodie's name, sickened with shock when his voice had come out as little more than a frail squeak. When he had roused from his faint a few minutes later, the water had been drained from the tub, he was wrapped warmly in a sweet-smelling bath-sheet, and Bodie sat behind him in a puddle, buttressing Doyle's skinny frame against his chest.

Anyone else would have murdered him, or at least castigated him roundly for days on end for his stupidity. Bodie had laughed. Then he had called Doyle a nutter, and got him to his feet and onto the floor, actually apologizing because he had been hesitant to carry Doyle somewhere more comfortable for fear of hurting him. He had not even suggested Doyle pay a visit to the doctor.

Bodie's apparent lack of concern had been a sham, of course. Not often had Doyle seen him quite so pale, nor so pinched-mouthed; nor known him to remain so intensely alert for several hours afterward. Doyle had frightened him badly, he knew, and he had vowed to himself never to do it again--not intentionally, anyway.

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