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The vague scent of cigarette smoke is the first thing Adam registers as he comes back into consciousness. The second thing is the blinding light above him when his eyes open, and then it's the beeping. He groans, his head feels fuzzy and fucking weird. Behind the smoke smell, Adam recognises the scent of a hospital. His mind reels as he tries to remember what the hell happened.
Oh, right. The trap. Adam lifts his head weakly, glancing around. He's in the hospital. His mind blanks - shit, he really thought he was dead in there. Thank fuck Lawrence's hands were shaking or he probably would've got him right in the chest. Adam attempts to sit up, but immediately regrets it at the pain shooting through his shoulder and his arm.
From somewhere in the room, someone chokes. Adam turns his head towards the sound, and he's rather surprised. Two wide eyes are staring at him, and if he could he would've laughed. Scott motherfucking Tibbs.
Scott stares at Adam blankly, as if he genuinely can't believe what the fuck he's seeing. A cigarette sits between his fingers, the origin of that smokey smell that Adam had picked up.
"Jesus fucking Christ."
Scott's voice is both surprised and almost relieved as he speaks. Adam watches as the other man puts his cigarette out against the windowsill he'd been standing at and crosses the room in what feels like less than a second. Adam blinks. Scott's never acted that fast before, and he definitely has never thrown away a cigarette for Adam.
The next thing Adam knows is that Scott's in the seat beside his bed, pulling it as close as he can get with a loud screech. Adam grumbles at the noise and he's not sure if that 'sorry' was actually from Scott or if he was imagining it. He's probably hallucinating, Adam decides. What, with the amount of stuff he's probably been loaded with to keep him alive and awake? If he even is awake right now, he MUST be hallucinating. Scott would never be there for him if he had any little thing better to do. Especially not if Adam's in a fucking hospital, he's listened to years of ranting - Scott saying he hates the places and that he'd never willingly step foot into one again - to know better.
"Adam.?"
But his voice is so real. And, unfortunately, so is the smell of smoke on his breathe. Adam's nose wrinkles and he attempts to clear his throat, trying to bring his voice back just enough to answer.
"..you fuckin' stink."
Scott's face goes through a mixture of emotions before he laughs. He actually fucking laughs, at Adam. At his joke instead of just.. at him. Then Scott's hand is reaching to grab his wrist. Too close to his hand for it to be coincidence, but too far away to mean anything. He can feel Scott's fingers tremble as the other man ducks his head.
"you motherfucker."
Scott laughs, his voice breaking slightly.
Adam can't help the grin that comes onto his own face. This is the happiest he's ever been to see Scott before, and it's while he's lying in a hospital bed after going through the worst day of his fucking life. He's about to speak again, to ask how long he's been out, when Scott's head lifts again. His eyebrows are furrowed, and his grin has fallen into a frown. It's not disappointment on his face though, for once it's concern. It's foreign to both Scott and Adam, odd to see on his features. His eyes are far from dry, but there's no tears falling.
"you stupid bastard."
Scott starts, huffing. His grip tightens slightly around Adam's wrist.
"don't.. don't get yourself into that shit ever again, you hear me asshole?"
Adam's surprised to hear the tone of Scott's voice, concern and fear and still that bit of relief. He's silent for a moment before he uses his strength to pull Scott closer, hugging him tightly. He's never properly hugged Scott before, not once in 20 years. Adam expects him to pull away, so he's not exactly ready for it when Scott's arms wrap around him and hold him tightly.
God, what the hell's gonna happen from here on out?