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Hartley Rathaway - Pied Piper ([personal profile] mostlyajerk) wrote2016-06-20 11:28 am
viber: (cross arms)

[personal profile] viber 2016-06-20 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's okay, it's probably a good idea. I mean you're right, I can't even argue." He could but Hartley was being sensible and who was he to protest? Cisco sighed and let himself sinking into the hold for a good few more minutes until he moved. He had to move. If he didn't move now, he was never going to and this was going to get a lot harder.

He properly pulled up his pants, did up his belt and then smiled weakly. "I'll go out first, I'll go start on the updates in the pipeline, get them all sorted." Cisco shrugged his shoulders somewhat. "Thanks. For, erm, for everything."
viber: (you said what now?)

[personal profile] viber 2016-06-20 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"I know. I don't know, man. I don't think I'm feeling dating right now." Mostly because he felt like he almost had something awesome and fucked it up by making one joke about one favour. Perfect. Cisco Ramon, eternally fucking up his life all the damn time. "You're a good guy Hartley, you can find someone too. Just relax more around people, makes you cute as fuck."

With a sad smile, he opened the door and sighed. "This was fun." And depressing as hell now. He didn't look back as he walked out, pushing the door too. He didn't want to think about how hard this was.
viber: (oh no vibing)

[personal profile] viber 2016-06-20 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm okay holy shit I haven't heard from you in forever.

Where are you?

Are you okay?
viber: (oh no this sucks)

[personal profile] viber 2016-06-20 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)
oh god what happened?

Tools... I can get tools.

What tools? What things? I have stuff at home but I can't go into STAR labs, it's like radiated to hell.
viber: (hats are neat)

[personal profile] viber 2016-06-20 10:15 pm (UTC)(link)
I have an ipod and tools and I have an idea.

Where are you?
viber: (paying attention kinda?)

[personal profile] viber 2016-06-20 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Cisco would have been faster but between the police, consoling Caitlin and what had happened to Harrison Wells, it was a disaster zone still and it had taken an hour to clear his own leaving and another half an hour to get home, grab his stuff, do the tweaks he needed and then yet another half an hour to drive there, he didn't text back, he was too busy trying to do everything as quick as possible so the last thing he sent, two hours ago, was a simple

on my way.

And that had been that. The hospital was brimming with people, people that had gotten hurt, that were in agony, people that he'd caused all this for. He moved to the room Hartley was in and he was almost afraid to go inside, he hated that he'd caused this. He hated that people suffered because of him. He moved into the door and stood there, unsure what to do. "Hartley?" Could he even hear him?
viber: (doing stuff)

[personal profile] viber 2016-06-20 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"O-Okay I have a plan. It might work. It could work. You can't hear a thing I'm saying, can you? Good, don't have to listen to me babble." Cisco set his bag on the floor and pulled out various things he was probably going to need tonight but first, the results of his tweaking that, if successful, could at least give Hartley some relief.

He pulled out a pair of headphones he's tricked the hell out, plugged them into his ipod and gently put them over Hartley's ears. "Okay so this sound should counteract other sounds. I googled it, this is like the best thing for stuff like tinnitus and I suped up the headset to give off the right kind of soundwaves so it should give you relief. It has like five different frequencies so we can play with them until we find the best." He started playing the white noise specifically tuned at a pleasant frequency from the ipod and the headphones slowly took the noise and filtered in gently into Hartley's ears, blocking out all other sounds. Including Cisco still. "That should hold up until I get the actual stuff built. Do you feel better?"

... Oh. Right. Couldn't hear. Cisco frowned at him and shrugged his shoulders, unsure how to get an answer. "I'm sorry, dude."
viber: (oh no sadness)

[personal profile] viber 2016-06-20 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sorry I took so long? I got held up, we had a lot to deal with and it's just been a really awful night." Hence why Cisco was exhausted, on the verge of tears and all he really wanted to do was climb onto the bed and hold Hartley but that seemed like a lot to do when they weren't dating so he just stood there, letting the other be close, reaching his hand out to try and get rid of some of the dried blood from his neck.

"I brought some stuff, I'm going to try and make you like an ear piece? Sort of like a hearing aid but to counteract noise. We can see if we can get something working together and--" Wait, he had to check because he wasn't sure. "Dude, can you even hear me or am I talking to myself?"
viber: (say that again?)

[personal profile] viber 2016-06-20 10:49 pm (UTC)(link)
So he had hearing issues before that? That explained a lot. Cisco smiled as reassuringly as he could and crouched down a little so he could look Hartley in the eyes. "Erm, I don't know how to assure you but it's going to be okay. I'm going to make this better. Oh! Hang on!"

Cisco jumped back and went to his bag, raiding it until he found his pen and then tried to find paper. Which was harder than it should have been. In the end he gave up and started writing on his own arm, his jacket now discarded as he presented himself as a human doodle pad to Hartley.

I'm going to fix you, I have tools and tech, I'll make implants :) I'm sorry you can't hear me. I won't leave you until you're better.
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[personal profile] viber 2016-06-20 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Cisco smiled faintly and rested his forehead against Hartley's, pulling away to grab his bag and tools. He set them on the bed and then gently gestured for Hartley to move up. He grabbed his jacket and put it over the thin blanket Hartley had in case he got chilly, not wanting him to get sicker. Sitting on the small bed next to him, Cisco half hung off it but if he could be close to him right now, he kind of thought he should be. He studied Hartley's implants before he started to dismantle them. If he could learn how they worked, he could build a new set for Hartley.

He grabbed his pen and wrote on his hand. I got this, I can fix it :D <3
viber: (you said what now?)

[personal profile] viber 2016-06-20 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"You've got to be kidding me? For real? He hasn't got any and half the town is going to hell, there was bigger issues and do I really look like I'm causing problems? I'm trying to fix him." Cisco didn't look like he was going to move, he just kept working on the piece he was tweaking, Hartley asleep against his side, his chest moving up and down nicely. Just a sign he was alive. "Look, please, let me stay? I am kind of like his family. You can pretend?"

Cisco knew people could be dicks but Hartley had finally stopped screaming, he was getting some rest and all Cisco was trying to do was make him something to fix his ears.

"I mean if you kick me out, I'm just going to break back in. Again and again and again. And I don't have that level of fitness, don't make me do that. I just want to help him."
viber: (i don't wanna)

[personal profile] viber 2016-06-20 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"Like I said, I'm his family, no one else will visit or care. Just pretend I was sent on their behalf? They're the kind of dicks who'd do that. Right now the headphones are working but I need to rebuild, fix and tweak these things to keep him going. Let me save my friend. Please?" Cisco held up what he was making just to show it to her, just to prove that all he was doing was helping. "At the very least, two hours. Tops? Don't make me stab myself with this screwdriver so I can be in the ICU too because my folks won't visit either and it'll be very tragic." He and his family still weren't on speaking terms after all.
viber: (best things)

[personal profile] viber 2016-06-20 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
When Hartley shot up, Cisco jumped too, looking at him in panic. "What? What?! Are your headphones okay?" He reached out and put his hand either side of them, adjusting them and giving him a concerned look. "It's okay, I'm here. I'm making so much progress, dude annnnd you can't hear me but trust me, it's going well." He smiled as reassuringly as he could and then gently pushed him back onto the bed.

He dropped back himself and continued to finish the wiring as gently as he could.

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