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In which a friend in need is a friend indeed.

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She knew better than most that she shouldn't be here.

She wasn't even supposed to be in the state. She was supposed to have been home in the beginning of the week, but the firm made her stay over for a few days and now she was going to the hospital in the middle of the night because Aaron had given himself alcohol poisoning. She didn't know why she was going, to be honest. She had said she was done with him, and that she never wanted to see him again, but she couldn't help herself.

She loved him. She'd always loved him. She couldn't stop loving him, even if she wanted to, because he had given her her son, and she would always care for him for that. Always hope that one day he'll want to actually meet him, see this incredible thing he'd helped create, but there wasn't much she could do there. All she could do was wait, and she knew that she said she was tired of waiting but she had to see him here. Because she couldn't bear to lose that hope.

She leaned in the doorway of his hospital room, waiting there silently while Jake worked on the paper work. When the nurse started hassling her, she moved inside, going to sit in one of the chairs next to the bed, and just watching him carefully for a moment, before leaning forward and burying her face in her hands.

"Damnit, Aaron. Why do you do stuff like this?"

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Aaron had been in and out of it for the last forty minutes or so. Long enough to know where he was and that he felt like complete shit. He was still feeling the effects of the alcohol, and the collapse, and the practical removal of his stomach.

He was sobering up quickly, though. He didn't know the nurses had called Jake, but the next time that he shifted in his hospital bed and came to, he noticed someone was in the room. His eyes blinked open a bit, still sore and sensitive to the light.

"Felicity?" he croaked.

She looked up at the sound of his voice, before getting up and moving closer to him, sliding her hand into the one closest to her. "Hey," she said softly. "How're you feeling?"

He didn't have a lot of energy to grip back, but he didn't pull away either. He let out a sigh. "Like shit."

"Yeah, well -- that's what happens when you need to have your stomach pumped."

She reached forward with her free hand, brushing a stray piece of hair out of his eyes, letting her fingers trail against his skin lightly and she stayed where she was. "What happened?"

He shrugged. "Had a few drinks I guess."

"Right," she nodded. "A few drinks." She knew that that was far from the truth, but she also knew she shouldn't be expecting anything else. She just swallowed and stayed close, not letting his hand go.

"What're you doin' here anyway?"

"Jake's your emergency contact," she replied. "Thought I'd come see if you were okay."

"Fuck. He here to?" His eyes closed, tired of fighting the light. "I don't wanna see 'im."

She closed her eyes as well. "Well, he's not sure if he wants to see you either, but considering you're the one who landed himself in the hospital, you might not get a choice in the matter.

"Not like I tried to kill myself," he muttered.

"Might as well have." She tried to keep the snap out of her voice, but it still had a bit of a hard edge to it, even though under it was a whole lot of concern. "Aaron, you drank so much you needed your stomach pumped. That's not just having a couple brews with a friend, that's serious."

"Well...sorry I didn't do a more effective job."

"No, I'm not -- " she paused, moving her free hand to run it over her face lightly. "I'm not mad at you, babe. I'm scared for you."

"Why?"

"Why would I want anything to happen to you?" she said softly, her hand moving back to brush against his face lightly, shifting so that her thumb would brush against his cheekbones. "You drive me crazy, you know that? In the good and bad way."

He shook his head. "You're supposed to be done with me," he whispered.

She sighed. "We've got a kid, Aaron. We're never going to be done with each other."

"Haven't you learned anything?" He murmured.

She was quiet for a moment, before shifting so that she could push herself up gently to sit on the edge of the bed. She curled her hands around his protectively in her lap, before looking up at him again.

"I know it's stupid, and that it doesn't make any sense. But I love you. Good or bad, I always have and I'm always going to, even if sometimes you piss me off in more ways than one person can humanly manage, and I think that's because I love you. You'll always have me. Whether you want it or not. Love isn't always rational. It just -- happens."

He tugged on her hands, pulling her down under his arm.

She moved and curled into him, letting her head rest against his chest lightly and draped an arm across his waist.

"You're a fuckin' idiot."

"So I've been told," she sighed, closing her eyes as she relaxed against him.

He went quiet, not really wanting to speak his mind anymore.

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