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Before the Healing
Before the Healing
In my fields of paper flowers,
and candy clouds of lullabies.
I lie inside myself for hours
and watch my sky fly over me.
Rodney stared at his ceiling as he waited patiently for the sky outside to brighten. He had gone to bed early, maybe around nine, and as he glanced at his clock again, seeing that another minute had ticked by, making it a whole six hours and forty three minutes since he was sent to bed. Just an hour and twelve minutes since he woke up. And another three hours and seventeen minutes until the sun rose and he could leave his room with his babysitter, John.
Rodney rolled out of bed slowly, keeping his movements slow and quiet. He moved to his balcony, stepping out into the cool, early morning air. He stepped up to the edge and leaned against the railing, looking out, over the dark waters surrounding the sleeping city. The lights from the city were reflecting back at him, small dots glinting off the constantly churning waters below.
Rodney barely twitched when he balcony door opened again. It had been about five minutes since he walked out onto his balcony. The presence of another person so soon after his move only confirmed his suspicion that they were keeping track of him through the city's sensors.
“Rodney?”
It was soft spoken and neutral. Rodney didn't move. He continued to stare out, over the water. The person moved closer and Rodney could see out of the corner of his eye that it was John. He looked like he was haphazardly dressed and Rodney guessed it was because of his hurry to get to him, if for some reason Rodney was going to jump from his balcony.
Please. Rodney liked living, thank you very much.
“Rodney.”
John put his hand on Rodney's arm. Rodney looked down at John's hand, his body shifting towards him. He looked up into John's eyes, shocked to find concern coloring them. He took a shaky breath and glanced away, certain he saw them in the wrong light. Rodney turned away from John, from the water, and walked back inside.
He didn't say anything as John followed him into the bathroom; they had Radek remove the mechanism that allowed the door to close. Carson even went through his bathroom, removing anything that Rodney could use to hurt himself – he wasn't allowed to shave himself anymore, a nurse did that for him.
Rodney didn't both removing his clothes, he just turned the shower on, the water a degree or two below scalding as he sat down on the floor, staring at his hands. John's brow furrowed, debating whether or not he should call Carson or someone. His worrying won out and Rodney heard John murmur something about Carson.
It only took a minute or two before Carson was gently brushing by John and walking towards Rodney, kneeling down next to the shower, keeping himself out of the reach of the water.
“Rodney?” Carson asked softly, his hand automatically reaching towards his neck to check Rodney's pulse. He merely turned his face away from Carson, moving his whole body into the full blast f the spray. Carson sighed and looked over his shoulder at John.
John stepped forward and reached into the shower, intent on shutting the water off. Abruptly, Rodney launched himself at John, over Carson, his soaking body slamming into John's, making John loose his breath.
“Hey! Easy, Rodney!” He tried to calm him, but Rodney landed a solid punch on his jaw before retreating back into the spray, avoiding Carson as he settled back down.
“Guess he wants the water to stay on,” John mumbled, rubbing his jaw.
“Are ye all righ', colonel?”
“Yeah, I'm good. He can pack one hell of a punch when he wants to.”
~
In my fields of paper flowers,
and candy cloud of lullabies.
After some talking – mostly done by Carson – Rodney had been stripped of his soaking clothes, dried and redressed in a pair of warm pajamas.
He was staring at his ceiling again.
I lie inside myself for hours,
John had switched over his watch duty to Ronon who stood in silence near the door. Rodney barely registered that he was standing there. He spared a glance at the clock.
Two hours and thirty-three minutes until the sun rose.
It had been two days since he told Kate his reasons and nine days sine John had found him.
It was funny, really. It had only felt like mere seconds compared to this waiting game he was playing now, waiting for the sun rise, as he layed in his bed, not thinking.
Two hours and twenty-nine minutes left.
and watch my purple sky fly over me.
In my fields of paper flowers,
and candy clouds of lullabies.
I lie inside myself for hours
and watch my sky fly over me.
Rodney stared at his ceiling as he waited patiently for the sky outside to brighten. He had gone to bed early, maybe around nine, and as he glanced at his clock again, seeing that another minute had ticked by, making it a whole six hours and forty three minutes since he was sent to bed. Just an hour and twelve minutes since he woke up. And another three hours and seventeen minutes until the sun rose and he could leave his room with his babysitter, John.
Rodney rolled out of bed slowly, keeping his movements slow and quiet. He moved to his balcony, stepping out into the cool, early morning air. He stepped up to the edge and leaned against the railing, looking out, over the dark waters surrounding the sleeping city. The lights from the city were reflecting back at him, small dots glinting off the constantly churning waters below.
Rodney barely twitched when he balcony door opened again. It had been about five minutes since he walked out onto his balcony. The presence of another person so soon after his move only confirmed his suspicion that they were keeping track of him through the city's sensors.
“Rodney?”
It was soft spoken and neutral. Rodney didn't move. He continued to stare out, over the water. The person moved closer and Rodney could see out of the corner of his eye that it was John. He looked like he was haphazardly dressed and Rodney guessed it was because of his hurry to get to him, if for some reason Rodney was going to jump from his balcony.
Please. Rodney liked living, thank you very much.
“Rodney.”
John put his hand on Rodney's arm. Rodney looked down at John's hand, his body shifting towards him. He looked up into John's eyes, shocked to find concern coloring them. He took a shaky breath and glanced away, certain he saw them in the wrong light. Rodney turned away from John, from the water, and walked back inside.
He didn't say anything as John followed him into the bathroom; they had Radek remove the mechanism that allowed the door to close. Carson even went through his bathroom, removing anything that Rodney could use to hurt himself – he wasn't allowed to shave himself anymore, a nurse did that for him.
Rodney didn't both removing his clothes, he just turned the shower on, the water a degree or two below scalding as he sat down on the floor, staring at his hands. John's brow furrowed, debating whether or not he should call Carson or someone. His worrying won out and Rodney heard John murmur something about Carson.
It only took a minute or two before Carson was gently brushing by John and walking towards Rodney, kneeling down next to the shower, keeping himself out of the reach of the water.
“Rodney?” Carson asked softly, his hand automatically reaching towards his neck to check Rodney's pulse. He merely turned his face away from Carson, moving his whole body into the full blast f the spray. Carson sighed and looked over his shoulder at John.
John stepped forward and reached into the shower, intent on shutting the water off. Abruptly, Rodney launched himself at John, over Carson, his soaking body slamming into John's, making John loose his breath.
“Hey! Easy, Rodney!” He tried to calm him, but Rodney landed a solid punch on his jaw before retreating back into the spray, avoiding Carson as he settled back down.
“Guess he wants the water to stay on,” John mumbled, rubbing his jaw.
“Are ye all righ', colonel?”
“Yeah, I'm good. He can pack one hell of a punch when he wants to.”
~
In my fields of paper flowers,
and candy cloud of lullabies.
After some talking – mostly done by Carson – Rodney had been stripped of his soaking clothes, dried and redressed in a pair of warm pajamas.
He was staring at his ceiling again.
I lie inside myself for hours,
John had switched over his watch duty to Ronon who stood in silence near the door. Rodney barely registered that he was standing there. He spared a glance at the clock.
Two hours and thirty-three minutes until the sun rose.
It had been two days since he told Kate his reasons and nine days sine John had found him.
It was funny, really. It had only felt like mere seconds compared to this waiting game he was playing now, waiting for the sun rise, as he layed in his bed, not thinking.
Two hours and twenty-nine minutes left.
and watch my purple sky fly over me.