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dylan-dufresne.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Dec. 30th, 2007 12:00 pm)Title: Chicken Soup for the Hobbit Soul
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dylan_dufresne
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: PG-14, I think.
Summary: An evening out for a meal turns into something a lot more complicated, and changes a friendship forever.
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated as it’s my drug of choice. Unbetaed, so all errors are mine.
Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality. This is my imagination at work.
A/N: Credit for the title belongs tosurreality_fan. Thanks, hon. You made me laugh.
A/N 2: Due to unexpected personal stuff over Christmas, this is about a week late in getting posted. Sorry about the delay. Enjoy.
Billy is halfway through his plate of chicken fettuccine when he glances over at Dom and is surprised to discover that the younger man isn't eating. At a table rich in conversation and laughter, he's the only one who doesn't appears to be enjoying himself, slowly picking at his plate and only taking the occasional bite, chewing very slowly.
To the best of his knowledge, Dom had been fine on set a couple of hours ago, so whatever it is must be a very recent development, Billy deduces. It's on the tip of Billy's tongue to ask what's wrong, but for some reason he opts to wait for Dom to notice his staring, since he's trying to avoid detection. As expected, it doesn't take long.
Once Dom meets his gaze, Billy arches an eyebrow and glances pointedly at his plate before mouthing, 'Not good?'
Pink colors Dom's cheeks as he shakes his head a tiny bit, indicating the meal is fine. To prove it, a forkful of beef stir-fry and rice disappears between his lips, even though he clearly doesn't want it. When Billy's frown deepens, indicating he's not convinced, Dom sighs and excuses himself from the table. He's only a few feet away when he notices Billy following him to the loo, intent on getting some answers. Instead of waiting for Billy to catch up to him, Dom puts on a burst of speed, wincing at the developing ache in his belly.
Seconds after the loo door closes behind him, it opens again, and then Billy is walking over to where Dom is standing at the row of sinks.
"What's going on?"
"Nothing."
"You're not eating," Billy points out. "When we were in the Feet Trailer you said you were ravenous. Wasting away, I believe is the phrase you used."
"I didn’t have much lunch so I figured I would be hungry, but I'm not ," Dom replies, shrugging casually.
"Allergies acting up?"
"No."
Before Dom can say another word, Billy reaches out and lays the back of his hand to Dom's forehead and then his left cheek.
"You've got a fever," Billy announces. "I think you might be coming down with something, Dommie."
"Great," Dom moans under his breath. "We've got shooting scheduled for the next twelve bloody days. Of course I'm going to get the flu."
"We should get you home," Billy says gently. "I'll get them to wrap up my dinner. Do you want-"
When Dom whirls around and all but dives into a stall with panicked eyes, Billy trails off, his gaze sympathetic as the sound of painful retching echoes off the tile walls. Part of Billy wants to step outside the loo to give Dom some privacy, as vomiting is something most people would rather not have witnesses for, but he can't bear to leave Dom alone, in case he's needed. A few minutes pass, and then Dom emerges, weaving unsteadily towards the sinks, his face ashen and slender body shivering.
"Oh, Dommie," Billy murmurs with concern, reaching out to cup his shoulder. "Did that help?"
One hand is splayed protectively over Dom's belly as he replies, "Not really. It still hurts."
In a helpful gesture, Billy twists on the taps and rubs Dom's back as he rinses his mouth out in an attempt to get rid of the foul aftertaste. After Dom has composed himself, the older man digs into the front pocket of his trousers until he produces a set of keys. "Go out to the car. I'll take of our dinner and be right out."
"Ta, Bills."
The fact that Dom doesn't argue with him and he looks positively miserable makes Billy's heart pang for his best mate. From the appearance of things, this is going to get worse before it gets better and Dom's in for a long, uncomfortable night. Billy walks with him for as long as possible and only stops, gently sending Dom ahead, when the waitress taking care of their table approaches. She wraps up both of their meals while Billy gives a brief explanation to their dinner companions, and within a couple of minutes, he's on his way out to the car as well.
The sight of Dom curled up in a ball on the passenger seat breaks Billy's heart, and after sliding into the other seat he drapes his jacket over Dom's slender shoulders.
"Your flat or mine?" he asks as the engine is coaxed to life.
"Just drop me off, yeah?" Dom replies, his eyes closed, cheek pillowed on one hand.
"Not a chance, Dommie," Billy corrects tenderly. "You're sick. As your best mate and your Pip, it's my right to stay close by and take care of you. My flat is a wee bit closer, but if you want to be in your own bed, I understand."
"Bills-"
"Don't argue."
"Mine," Dom whispers and winces when he shifts slightly. "Please."
"All right then." Unable to stop himself, Billy leans over to press a kiss to the top of Dom's head. "You just hang on. We'll have you home and tucked into bed in no time."
"Okay."
During the short drive from the restaurant, the Englishman doesn't speak unless spoken to and his eyes remain closed, as though he's trying to block out the pain. It's when the engine falls silent that he looks up, relieved when he realizes that they're now parked in front of his flat.
"Let's get you inside, yeah?" Billy says quietly, smoothing back Dom's tousled hair with his fingers in a fond gesture.
Another clear sign of how awful Dom feels is when he doesn't object to Billy wrapping an arm around his waist, helping to bear his weight as they make their way inside. Growing increasingly concerned, Billy doesn't loosen his hold until they're in Dom's bedroom, and he's sinking down to the mattress. Shaking like a leaf, Dom is docile and pliant in Billy's care, not resisting as his trainers and blue jeans are removed before he's tucked in under the thick coverlet, clothed in a pair of flannel pajama pants and a t-shirt.
"I'm going to get you some Paracetamol," Billy tells him. "Can I get you anything else? Some tea, perhaps?"
"I don't know," Dom replies quietly, the mere idea of putting something in his stomach less than appealing.
"Just rest," Billy murmurs as he dims the lights. "I'll be back."
"Ta."
With a bit of cajoling, Billy manages to coax Dom into swallowing two pills and a few sips of tea, wincing internally at the distress the younger man is clearly in. The fact that the pain in his belly seems to be worsening is of concern, and when Dom starts to shiver violently beneath the coverlet, Billy ducks out of the room and picks up the phone.
"Fran? It's Billy."
"Hello there," she replies warmly. "How's Dom?"
"How did you-"
"Viggo called a while ago, wanting to let us know that there might be some issues with the shooting schedule tomorrow."
"Dom's not doing so well," Billy confesses. "His temperature is up and he's in a lot of pain."
"Pain?" Fran repeats in surprise. "Where?"
"His stomach," Billy explains, the concern clear in his tone. "At first it was around his belly button, but now it's lower and more intense."
"Is it specific to one side or all over?"
"More to the right, he says. He's shivering and it hurts to move."
"The poor dear," Fran comments with a sigh. "I don't mean to alarm you, but I think it's best if Dom goes to hospital. It may be just a nasty bug, but considering the pain he's in, he should get it checked out so-"
"I'm worried, Fran," Billy interrupts hoarsely. "Should I ring for an ambulance?"
"Can you manage him by yourself?" Fran inquires. "Getting him into the car and whatnot, I mean."
Billy considers the possibility for a moment. "I'd hate to jostle him and cause more pain."
"I'm going to give Steve Butler a call, and tell him the situation," Fran decides. "We'll figure out what to do after that, all right?"
"Hurry," Billy requests.
"I will."
Billy is perched on the bed at Dom's side when the ringing of the cordless phone shatters the tense silence, the sound causing Dom to flinch and then cry out in pain.
"Hello?" Billy says with a wince. "Sorry, Dommie."
"Billy? It's Fran."
The knot in Billy's stomach tightens. "Well?"
"The ambulance is on the way," she tells him. "They should be there in a few minutes."
"Oh God."
"Steve says it's probably appendicitis, but the doctors can confirm it at the hospital."
"Surgery," Billy whispers, biting down on his lower lip as his gaze holds on Dom's distressed face.
"It's a possibility," Fran replies. "I'm going to drive over and meet you there, all right?"
"Thank you."
"Hang in there, Billy. He'll be fine."
"Okay." A knock at the front door causes Billy to turn his head, fear and relief mingling together in his mind. "I think the ambulance is here."
"I'll talk to you soon."
"Bye."
To Billy's relief, the medical attendants have been thoroughly briefed, and waste no time transferring Dom to a gurney, taking extra care in an attempt to prevent causing any further pain. The Scotsman is allowed to sit in the back of the ambulance at Dom's side, holding his hand and promising that everything is going to be fine. It's a blessing that Dom's not very lucid, so he's not entirely aware of what's going on. As it is, he's in tremendous pain and clearly frightened.
The ride to Wakefield Hospital seems endless to Billy, most likely because Dom whimpers at every bump in the road, and he notices that Dom's breath is growing shallow, since even drawing oxygen into his lungs is starting to cause pain. Billy's sigh of relief is nearly audible when the ambulance slows to a stop, and the driver tells him that they've arrived.
The next twenty minutes is a whirlwind of activity as doctors and nurses surround Dom, removing his clothes, asking questions, drawing blood and giving him a thorough physical exam. The worst is when a doctor palpitates Dom's tender belly under the gown he’s been covered with, gently pressing down over the most painful spot and then suddenly releasing, not surprised when he cries out raggedly. Through the entire process, Billy remains with him, at the head of the bed where he can talk to Dom, and make his presence known with the touch of his hand to Dom's shoulder or to pet his mussed hair.
It's quickly determined that Dom needs immediate surgery, and while the space is arranged for upstairs, Billy waits, shifting from one foot to the other and back again, hoping that Fran will arrive soon. He's being brave for Dom's sake, but truth be told, he's fecking terrified, mostly because he feels so utterly helpless. His best mate is in pain, granted it's a wee bit less, thanks to the drugs he's been given, but still.
"Billy!"
Seconds later he's enveloped in a soothing embrace, and he sags into Fran, overwhelmed with relief. Now there's someone else to help bear the load on his weary shoulders.
"How is he?"
"They're about to take him to surgery," Billy whispers, his voice trembling. "Steve was right. It's his appendix."
"Well, maybe that's something positive," Fran theorizes as they part, noticing how worked up Billy is. "It's a routine surgery that happens every single day. It's a good thing you stayed with him."
"I should've called sooner."
"Don't do that," Fran cautions. "It could've just as easily been the flu."
Billy isn't convinced. "But maybe I could've-"
"If Dom was able to, he'd be telling you to shut it and stop blaming yourself. You know how stubborn he can be."
Knowing that Fran is right, Billy is forced to smile for a moment. "Aye."
"Let's just be grateful you were there, because if he'd been alone-"
"He told me to just drop him off," Billy recalls. "But I wouldn't leave him."
Fran draws Billy close again. "Of course not."
"I just hope it's not too-"
"Excuse me," a nurse says as she walks up to them. "We need to take him to surgery now."
"Where can we wait?" Fran asks, rubbing Billy's back in slow, soothing circles.
"I'll take you up to the lounge on the fourth floor," the nurse replies, ushering them to follow Dom's gurney over to a bank of lifts. "There are some couches, and it's generally quiet this time of night."
Unfortunately, there isn't enough room for them to ride up with Dom, so Billy has just enough time to lean over and press a good luck kiss to Dom's forehead, and then watches until the lift doors close. He's relieved that the nurse opts to stay with them, to answer any questions. He has to believe that Dom is in good hands, or he’ll surely go mad with worry.
"How long will he be in surgery?" Billy asks as they step into another lift.
"A little over an hour is average, and then he'll be in recovery for a while, until he wakes up," she replies, pushing the button for the fourth floor. "Dr. Larson is going to perform a laparoscopic appendectomy, as it doesn't appear that it has ruptured. This will mean minimal scarring, and a quicker recovery for Dom."
Billy sucks in a ragged breath. "And if it has?"
"Then they'll need to do an open procedure, but so far Dom's test results look good, so that's promising."
"How long will he need to be in hospital?" Fran inquires, knowing that'll be Billy's next question.
"A couple of days or so, and then he'll be able to finish recovering at home," the nurse tells them. "He'll need to take it easy for a while. Nothing too strenuous."
"Trust me, I'll make sure of that," Billy vows with a firm nod and then pales, turning his head to look at Fran. "Oh no. We're supposed to film tomorrow."
"Don't fret about that," she soothes, giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze. "Peter's already working on changing the schedule. We can make due without Merry and Pippin for a while. Dom's health is more important."
"Thank you," Billy breathes. "That'll help Dom when he wakes up. As it is, he's going to feel bad, causing all this trouble."
The nurse says goodbye at the door to the lounge, and while Fran takes a seat by the window, Billy chooses to pace the length of the room. He's too wound up to sit, and knows he won't be able to relax until Dom's out of surgery.
"I should call his parents."
"Perhaps it would be better if you waited until Dom's out of surgery," Fran suggests gently. "That way you can give them some good news as well."
"Aye, that's true."
"He's young and he's strong," she reminds the Scotsman. "Dom's going to come through this just fine."
"Right."
The next seventy-two minutes are the longest of Billy's life, and when a middle-aged man dressed in blue scrubs walks into the room, his heart leaps into his throat.
"Relatives of Dominic Monaghan?" the man queries.
"Friends who are like family," Fran replies. "His parents are in England."
"All right then."
"How is he?" Billy blurts out.
"Dom was a model patient, and is being moved to recovery as we speak," the surgeon says with a smile. "The laparoscopic procedure went very well."
"It didn't burst?"
"No. We got to it in time."
"Can I see him?" Billy asks softly. "I mean, can we?"
"He'll be in recovery for a little while, but I can take you to his room so you'll be there when he arrives."
"That would lovely," Fran says, smiling gently. "Thank you."
"I should ring his Mum and Dad," Billy muses as they walk down the hall to the bank of lifts. "Let them know."
"I'm sure they'd appreciate that."
Thinking to himself, Billy frowns. "I don't even know what time it is there. Or what day, for that matter."
"Um, I think it's mid morning," Fran tells him after taking a few moments to look at her watch. "Not too early."
"Okay."
Once they've arrived at the room Dom's been assigned to, Billy digs his mobile out of the pocket of his trousers.
Fran's eyes widen with surprise. "You've got their number in Manchester?"
"Aye. Dom gave it to me, since I'm his best mate and all," Billy explains, recalling the quiet evening where they'd shared a few drinks at Dom's flat and strengthened their already close bond. "Never thought I'd have to use it to ring someone other than him."
"Do you want a few minutes alone?"
"No, please," Billy says quickly. "Stay."
"All right then."
Silently willing his fingers to stop trembling, Billy thumbs his way through his contact list until the correct number is located, and presses the button before he can lose his nerve. The line rings three times, and Billy's starting to wonder if he'll need to leave a message when a tinny female voice pulls him from his thoughts.
"Hello?" the woman repeats when she doesn't hear anything. “Is someone there?”
"Yes, hello," Billy says finally. "May I speak to Mrs. Monaghan, please?"
"I'm Aureen Monaghan."
"Mrs. Monaghan, my name is Billy Boyd and I work with-"
"What's happened to Dominic?" Aureen interrupts, the tension in her voice almost palpable. "Is he all right?"
"He's fine," Billy says quickly. "He had to have surgery tonight to remove his appendix, but everything went very well. They were able to do the surgery lapri- uh, lapro-"
"He had a laparoscopic appendectomy?" Aureen prompts.
"Aye, that's it. I'd forgotten you're a nurse."
Aureen then asks, "Where is he now?"
"Recovery, but they said he should be moved to his room soon," Billy answers. "He's going to be just fine, so the surgeon tells us."
"Thank you," Aureen tells him, her voice hoarse with emotion. "I'm glad he's not going through that all alone."
"I'm not going to let him out of my sight," Billy vows. "I promise."
"Which hospital is he at?" Aureen asks. "I'd like to ring tomorrow and talk to him."
"I'm sure he'd love that," Billy replies with a smile, and then gives her the name of the hospital as well as Dom's floor and room number.
"Thank you again for calling," Aureen says sincerely. "I've heard a lot about you, and I can tell that Dom was right about all the wonderful things he's said."
"He did?" Billy whispers, only a wee bit surprised at her kind words once he considers the kind of person Dom is.
"Dom doesn't call just anyone his best mate," Aureen adds warmly. "Please give him my love, and his father's. We'll be thinking of him."
"I'll do that," Billy promises. "Good bye."
"Bye."
After ringing off, Billy looks over at Fran, not surprised to see her smiling.
"You did well."
"She sounds lovely," Billy replies, a tad wistfully. "She's going to ring tomorrow."
"I'm sure he'll-"
Fran is interrupted by the door opening and two orderlies rolling a narrow gurney over to the bed, Dom covered to his shoulders with a light blue blanket.
"He's pretty sleepy, but might be able to talk a little," the older of the two hospital workers tells them.
Together, the orderlies transfer Dom to the larger bed, mindful of the IV inserted into the back of his left hand, and once he's settled on the mattress, they leave as quietly as possible, closing the door behind them.
Overcome with relief, Billy leans over Dom's prone form to gently draw his tousled hair off his forehead, and the touch causes Dom's drowsy eyes to flutter open.
"Bills," he rasps.
"Hey," Billy says quietly. "How are you feeling?"
"Floaty," Dom replies with a sleepy smile. "Kinda stoned."
Billy can't help but smile, albeit briefly. "No pain?"
"Uh uh. It’s gone."
"The doctor told us that you're going to be just fine," Fran adds as she lays a hand on Dom's shoulder. "The surgery went well."
"Fran," Dom breathes, clearly pleased to see her. "So glad you're here. Bills was worried 'bout me. "
"Rightfully so," she tells him, giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze.
"Can you do me a favor?"
"Of course, love."
"Take Bills home," Dom requests. "It's late, yeah?"
Billy frowns. "I'm not-"
"Shhh, it's okay. I'm tired and you need rest."
"But-"
An unsteady hand rises from the bed to cup Billy's scruffy cheek. "You saved my life, Bills. Thank you."
As his eyes flood with guilt, Billy shakes his head. "I didn't- I should've-"
"Shhh," Dom repeats, fighting to keep his eyes open. "Please. I'm okay. If you don't rest, I'll feel bad."
"Wanker."
A weak smile flutters across Dom's face. "Is that a yes?"
"Cheeky."
"So my Mum tells me."
"She sends her love," Billy tells him. "I thought she should know what happened, so I rang her. I hoped that's okay."
Dom nods slowly, indicating that Billy did the right thing. "I'm glad it was you who told her."
Losing the battle against the welcoming embrace of sleep, Dom's arm slides back down to the mattress, and he's clearly fighting hard to keep his eyes open.
"It's all right, Dom," Billy murmurs. "We can talk tomorrow when you're not so sleepy."
"You're a good mate," Dom mumbles, falling asleep despite his efforts. "Thank you, Bills. I-"
For nearly a minute, both Billy and Fran are silent, watching Dom sink into a deep slumber, both relieved that he's okay, and free of pain.
"Sleep well," Billy whispers as he tucks Dom's arm under the blanket to ensure that he stays warm during the night.
Despite Fran's urging, Billy refuses to leave Dom's side and settles into a chair at his bedside after thanking Fran for all her help this evening.
"He's going to be cross with you," she muses aloud as she pulls on her coat.
"If he is, I'll ask him what he would've done had our positions been reversed," Billy replies with a knowing smile. "He'd be here if was me in that bed."
Fran smiles and nods in agreement. "Yes, I do believe you're right."
"Have a good night," Billy adds, waving goodbye.
"I'll tell everyone on set that Dom's going to be fine," she tells him with a smile. "And I'll see you both in the morning."
"Ta, Fran."
Once they are alone, Billy tucks the blanket more securely around Dom's sleeping form and smiles fondly. Then he leans back, trying to find a somewhat comfortable position in the chair, and closes his eyes.
* ^ * ^ * ^ * ^ *
Billy is sipping a cup of milky tea and flipping through a dog-eared magazine when Dom awakens, morning sunlight peeking through the window and falling across the bed.
"Bills?" Dom rasps, causing the older man to look up.
"Good morning."
As Dom looks around the hospital room in confusion, trying to get his bearings, his brow furrows. "What happened?"
"You didn't have the flu," Billy replies, setting aside the tea and reading material. "You needed emergency surgery last night."
"What?" Dom squeaks.
Biting down on his lower lip to keep from smiling, Billy watches Dom lift the blanket and anxiously peer beneath, ensuring that all the important parts are accounted for.
"They had to remove your appendix," Billy adds when Dom looks at him again, in search of explanation. "The surgery went well, no complications. You're going to be fine."
Dom looks a wee bit overwhelmed as he tries to take in the news, and he bites down on his lower lip.
"I rang your Mum," Billy adds. "She said to give you her love, and your dad's, of course."
"Did you tell me that last night?" Dom inquires, the furrow between his eyebrows deepening.
"Aye. You were sleepy, though."
"Oh. Okay."
Seeing that Dom is in need of comfort, Billy carefully perches on the edge of the bed on his good side and leans in close. "You gave Fran and I quite a scare, but you really are all right."
"I'm going to have a scar?"
"Very small, I'm told," Billy replies. "And it'll fade."
"How long will I be here?" Dom asks, his gaze sliding around the room for a second time.
"A couple of days, that's all."
Dom falls silent, and then looks up sharply, eyes wide. "We're supposed to be filming today. I need to call Peter-"
"Shhh," Billy soothes, sliding an arm around Dom's shoulders. "He knows what's happened. Fran took care of it and they're going to rearrange the schedule."
"But-"
The protest on Dom's lips falters when Billy ever so carefully stretches out on the hospital bed next to him before enveloping him in a soothing embrace. Not that he'd admit it, but it's exactly what Dom needs, as he's feeling more than a bit unsettled after the events of last night. When he'd felt sick at the restaurant, the last thing he would've imagined is that he'd wake up in a hospital, the recipient of a surgical procedure. Having Billy close is of great comfort, and he's not about to deny himself any of that.
When Dom relaxes against him and lets out a soft sigh, Billy tips his head to one side to rest his cheek on the top of Dom's head. "Better?"
"Yeah."
"Good."
The sensation of Billy's small, warm fingers stroking the nape of his neck lull Dom into a light doze, and he doesn't open his eyes again until a nurse arrives, carrying a pitcher.
"Thirsty?" she asks Dom.
When he nods, a small cup of water is poured and offered to him, and she smiles when Dom sips carefully at first, and then drinks it all down.
"More?"
"Please," Dom requests, licking his parched lips.
After a second cup is given for him to work on, the nurse takes a moment to check Dom's IV. "We'll let that water settle for a little while. If you feel okay, I can get you something else."
"Breakfast?" Dom asks hopefully, causing both Billy and the nurse to laugh.
"Hobbit," Billy murmurs against Dom's hair and giving his shoulder an affectionate squeeze.
"Hey, I didn't have dinner last night," Dom points out. "And I wasn't all that hungry for lunch."
"I'll get you a tray, but you need to take things slowly," the nurse cautions.
"Don't worry. I'll make sure of it," Billy tells her before Dom can protest.
It's as the nurse leaves that another visitor enters the room, and both men smile at the new arrival.
"Fran," Dom says warmly, extending a hand to beckon her closer.
"You look wonderful," she says, leaning to kiss his cheek. "Everyone on set wants you to know that they're thinking of you, and that they're very glad you're going to be all right."
"Thank you."
"How are you feeling?"
"Not bad, but I think it might be the drugs," Dom replies with a smile. "And then there's Bills."
"Well, you look much better than you did last night," Fran comments, ruffling his hair affectionately. "I'm glad Billy's here to keep an eye on you."
"Where else would Pippin be?" Billy asks softly. "But with his Merry."
Dom tucking his head under Billy's chin and closing his eyes as he sighs with contentment is all the answer Fran needs.
After a successful breakfast of tea and toast, Dom is rewarded with the removal of his IV, followed by a trip to the loo. Of course, Billy is ready to assist whenever he's needed, but opts to wait on the other side of the door while Dom uses the facilities. While Billy rounds up a robe and a pair of slippers, Dom takes a short nap, and then they walk down to the nurses' station, since several members of the medical staff have encouraged Dom to do some light physical activity.
The best part of the morning is when Dom's doctor drops by to check on him, and for the first time, Dom and Billy get a look at his incision, both impressed with how small it is. The doctor tells Dom that if things continue, he'll be able to go home tomorrow afternoon, and armed with that information, Dom tries to insist that Billy sleep in his own flat tonight. Reluctantly, the Scotsman agrees to consider it, once they've established that Dom will have Billy stay with him until he's back on his feet. Despite how well the surgery went, Dom will still need time to recover.
After lunch, a helpful nurse instructs Billy on how to care for the healing incision, and what to look for, just in case there are any problems, like infection. It touches Dom how serious Billy takes the responsibility of caring for him, and his fondness for the Scotsman grows even deeper. By nightfall, everyone in the Fellowship and numerous members of the crew has dropped by for a visit, there are flowers, balloons and stuffed animals everywhere, and Dom is almost back to himself, with the exception of being a wee bit tired. The constant has been Billy at Dom's side, taking care of his every need, even when he has to insist upon it.
Just after a light supper the phone rings, and Dom's face lights up as a familiar voice greets him warmly. While mother and son talk, Billy slips out of the room to give them some privacy, returning about fifteen minutes later, just as Dom is saying goodbye. Once again, Aureen thanks Billy for all he's done in caring for Dom in her absence, and Dom seconds the sentiment after the call has been ended. Just like the night before, Billy flatly refuses to leave Dom's side, but ends up getting a more comfortable place to sleep, as Dom insists on sharing his hospital bed.
They're still sleeping, curled up together like children, when Fran drops by in the morning with clean clothes and a shaving kit for Billy.
* ^ * ^ * ^ * ^ *
"Slow and easy," Billy cautions as he helps Dom out of the car and slips an arm around the younger man's slender waist to help bear his weight.
"I'm okay, Bills. Really."
"Shut it. You had surgery."
"But-"
"One more word and I'm carrying you over the threshold," Billy threatens, only to smile a moment later. "Just let me do this, yeah?"
Dom rolls his eyes. "Fine."
Shoes are discarded in the foyer, and even though Dom tries to steer Billy towards the couch in the living room, he is ushered to the master bedroom and instructed to get back into bed.
"Bills, you're acting like I had a transplant or something," Dom complains, arching an eyebrow at the older man as he's handed a pair of pajamas to wear. "It's just a wee incision. Not even ten stitches."
"I don't care," Billy fires back stubbornly. "For the next five days, I'm looking after you. I don't want you doing too much too soon and delaying your recovery."
"Thank you," Dom replies softly. "I'm sorry."
Large blue-grey eyes filled with guilty dismay cause Billy to immediately soften, and he sighs before pressing a kiss to the top of Dom's head. He helps Dom with his shirt, and once the younger man is changed, he's guided under the coverlet.
"Rest for a bit, and then maybe we'll go for a walk," Billy tells him. "Okay?"
"Want to order some Chinese?" Dom asks hopefully, looking forward to something other than hospital food. "Or Thai?"
Billy laughs and shakes his head. "Not a chance. You're not eating takeaway, Dommie. I'll make you something that'll be easy on your tum."
It's on the tip of Dom's tongue to remind Billy that he's a shite cook, but decides to stay quiet, since he's made the offer and has been so attentive the last couple of days. Dom doesn't want to appear ungrateful of Billy's generosity.
"Rest," Billy repeats gently. "I'll be back in a bit."
"Okay."
Obediently, Dom closes his eyes as the bedroom door is drawn closed to a crack, and drifts off to the distant sounds of Billy moving about in the kitchen, apparently talking to himself as he makes dinner for them. To his surprise, Dom's more tired than he thought, and it's nearly an hour later that a delicious aroma drifts across his nose and pulls him from his dreams. There's something very familiar about the smell, and Dom's impatient curiosity causes him to climb out of bed by himself, and he wanders down to the kitchen in his pajamas to investigate.
At the doorway, Dom is greeted by the sight of Billy standing in front of the cooker, peering into a large pot as he gives the contents a careful stir with a wooden spoon and then covers it with a lid.
"Hey," Dom says softly, not wanting to startle the older man.
"I was going to come get you in a bit," Billy replies, frowning in concern as he turns around. "Are you okay?"
"Hungry."
"Does your belly hurt?" Billy asks, moving swiftly over to Dom and watching his face closely.
"No, it's fine."
"Okay."
"You cooked," Dom states as he attempts to keep his expression neutral.
"Aye, I did," Billy confirms. "Want to try it?"
Wordlessly, Dom nods, and starts to make his way over to the cooker, but Billy stops him. "Sit, Dommie. I'll get it for you."
"Ta, Bills."
Ruffling Dom's already tousled hair affectionately, Billy ensures that Dom's seated comfortably, and then dishes up a serving of his creation, setting the bowl down in front of Dom with a flourish. The sparkle of delight in Dom's eyes causes Billy to smile widely.
"I know it's not Chinese or Thai-"
"No, Bills," Dom interrupts, his voice wavering ever so slightly. "It's perfect."
As he sniffs and blinks away the excess moisture gathering at the corners of his eyes, Dom picks up a spoon and dips it into the bowl before bringing it to his lips.
"Careful, it's hot," Billy cautions.
"Wow," Dom murmurs after he's swallowed down the first mouthful of flavorful soup. "It's really good."
Billy's relief is obvious. "Thank you."
"It's weird," Dom comments as he has another taste and shakes his head in disbelief. "It tastes just like my Mum's."
"Does it?"
"She used to make chicken noodle soup when I was home sick from school and- Hey, I thought you said you were a shite cook."
"I am," Billy confesses as he sinks down into the chair across from Dom with a bowl for himself. "I had help."
"Fran?"
"No, I went a wee bit further," Billy replies evasively.
"What do you mean?"
"Last night, after you fell asleep, I rang your Mum and asked her what she would do, if she was here," Billy explains, a blush spreading across his cheeks. "Her answer was almost automatic, like she'd been thinking of it already."
Dom's jaw drops and his gaze falls to the soup in front of him. "She told you her recipe?"
"Aye."
"Her secret family recipe that she won't even tell me," Dom adds, one eyebrow arched at the older man.
"Aye," Billy confirms.
Unexpectedly, Dom's eyes grow bright for a second time. "She told you so you could make it for me," he whispers as realization dawns, a hand splayed over his heart. "Because it always makes me feel better."
"She said she hoped you'd understand," Billy tells him, reaching over to give Dom's other hand a gentle squeeze. "And I promised her that I'd keep it safe, like you while you're recuperating."
"I was really scared that night," Dom blurts out and then bites down on his lower lip for a moment. "But I knew it was going to be okay, somehow, because you were with me. The one thing I could count on was that you would do everything you could to help me."
"Aye, just like you would for me," Billy replies fondly.
"That's what best mates do."
"Eat up, and then we’ll take that walk," Billy tells him, pleased when he's rewarded with a wide smile.
"Yeah?"
"As long as you promise to tell me when you feel tired," Billy cautions. "I don't want you overexerting yourself."
"Bills, it'll be a walk around the block, not pulling birds at the pub for a shagging marathon," Dom teases, and both men laugh before focusing their attention back on the delicious soup.
After he’s eaten his fill, Dom makes his way back to the bedroom to get changed while Billy clears the table. Once he's appropriately clothed, the friends then make their way outside, where the sun is almost set, and the stars are coming out to blanket the darkened sky.
"It feels like I've been inside for a week instead of a couple of days," Dom comments almost wistfully, drawing the fresh air into his lungs and smiling. "Thank you for this."
"You're welcome."
"I'm glad you're here," Dom adds softly.
"Best mate," Billy reminds him, gently tousling Dom's hair. "Not about to give that up."
"Good."
Strolling arm in arm, the friends do a complete loop around the block at a leisurely pace, occasionally pausing to look up at the stars. By the time they return to the flat, Dom's starting to tire, and doesn't protest at going back to bed. He's changed into the flannel pajamas again and is stretched out on the coverlet when Billy enters the bedroom, carrying a handful of medical supplies.
"Need to change your dressings," he says as he sets the items down on the bedside table. "I've got your pills, too."
"Okay."
Ever so gently, the pajamas are eased down over Dom's slender hips until the white squares of gauze are revealed, and Billy carefully peels the tape away from the tender skin.
"Well?" Dom prompts lifting his head to get a better look at the small incisions.
"Full marks," Billy reports with a smile. "They're both closed. No redness or evidence of infection."
"Good."
There's a hint of teasing in Billy's voice when he asks, "What, you don't want to go back to the hospital?"
"No," Dom replies quietly, unable to hide the vulnerability in his voice.
"It's all right, Dommie," Billy soothes. "You're going to be just fine."
Silently, Dom nods, and doesn't say another word until the incision sites have been cleaned, covered with fresh gauze and he's swallowed down his pills. The younger man is then gently guided under the coverlet and it's not until he's settled into a comfortable position that Billy speaks.
"Close your eyes."
Small fingers side through Dom's silky hair in a fond gesture, and an extra blanket is placed at Dom's feet before the Scotsman starts to leave the room.
"Bills?"
"Aye?"
"I-" Part of Dom desperately wants to ask Billy to sleep beside him, as they have for the last two nights, but he loses his nerve, and shakes his head. "Nothing. G'night."
The lights have been dimmed, but there's still enough illumination for Dom to see the flash of confusion and disappointment in Billy's eyes.
"All right, then," Billy says quietly. "Good night."
Dom frowns. "What’s wrong?"
"I thought you might want company, but that's okay," Billy explains as he shrugs his shoulders.
Dom is riveted by Billy's insight into his character, having anticipated Dom's needs in this way, and his mouth falls open.
"I'll be in the guest room if you-"
"Stay?" Dom interrupts, patting the mattress beside me. "Please? If you don't mind."
"I'll be right back," Billy tells him with a tender look. "Want some tea?"
"That would be nice."
Less than ten minutes later, Billy is sliding under the coverlet next to Dom in boxers and a t-shirt, and they share a cup of the sweet, milky brew, passing the mug back and forth as they talk until it's empty. When Dom's eyelids grow heavy, Billy turns off the lamp and settles into a comfortable position, laying so close to Dom that their shoulders touch.
"Good night, Dom."
"Night, Bills."
All is quiet for over an hour, and then Dom's habit of sleeping on his stomach prods him to turn over in the larger bed, seeking the familiar position. It's Billy's hand on his shoulder as he starts to roll forward that prevents a painful awakening.
"No, Dommie," Billy murmurs sleepily. "Stay on your side."
Not even cognizant of his actions, Dom obeys, curling into the safety and warmth of Billy's body, tucking his head under the Scotsman's chin and sliding an arm around his waist before surrendering to sleep once again.
"Hobbit," Billy whispers fondly, amused at Dom's tactile nature, even in sleep.
Once Dom is settled, Billy lets his hand slide down to Dom's lower back to keep him close, ensuring that he won't move, and then lets his eyes close.
* ^ * ^ * ^ * ^ *
Dom makes significant progress in his recovery over the next several days, thanks in no small part to Billy's attentiveness and care, not to mention lots of homemade chicken soup. After a full week off, Dom is permitted to visit the set, under strict instructions to take it easy, and Billy volunteers to make sure of that. Everywhere they go, Dom is greeted with cheers, smiles and gentle hugs, which boost his spirits and makes him want to get back to work as soon as possible. Even though the time with Billy has been wonderful, Dom's missed the family environment of the crew terribly.
As expected, a visit to the Make Up and Feet trailer is longer than planned, the girls fussing over Dom, oohing and ahhing when he gives them a brief look at his new scar, and where the camera was inserted into his abdomen. To see Dom acting like himself, his playful, expressive eyes alight with joy, makes Billy smile, and fills him with relief. Things could've gone horribly wrong, like if he'd done as Dom asked and left him alone that night, and that's something that Billy doesn't like to think about. He prefers to focus on the fact that his best mate is almost back to himself, and their friendship is stronger than ever, more than he ever imagined.
It's over chicken teriyaki stir fry that evening that Dom shamelessly begs Billy to help him talk to Peter and get back to the regular shooting schedule. Unable to resist Dom's pleading, puppy dog eyes and thrust out lower lip, on the condition that Dom accepts help and rests in their trailer as much as possible, the Scotsman agrees. He's quick to remind Dom that despite how well he's feeling, the doctor warned them both that it will take four to six weeks before Dom will be fully healed from the surgery. Billy can't help but laugh when Dom jumps up from the table, curls into his lap to hug him tight and plants a loud, smacking kiss to his cheek. At the same time, Billy’s a wee bit sad that their quiet time together is coming to an end.
* ^ * ^ * ^ * ^ *
Dom has been back to work a little over two weeks when a parcel arrives from the UK, an excited smile lighting up his features when he recognizes the return address written in his mother's familiar, cursive handwriting. Not surprisingly, Billy is at Dom's side when he peels away the brown paper covering the rather heavy item, both eager to see what is inside.
When Dom lifts a cookbook out of the cardboard box, he arches an eyebrow in confusion, wondering what his mother is up to. Then he notices a small yellow post-it note marking a specific page, and decides to investigate further. As he flips through the book, Dom notices that his mother has added quite a few of her recipes that he's enjoyed over the years, choosing now to share them with her youngest son, and when Dom comes to the marked spot, he pauses to read.
A moment later, both he and Billy burst out laughing at the title Aureen has written at the top of the page containing the secret family recipe that she shared with Billy while Dom was recovering.
Chicken Soup for the Hobbit Soul
Looking at one another, Dom's tender smile tells Billy that they have a bond that is deeper than mere friendship, and that it will only grow in the coming months and years. This is a connection that he believes will last a lifetime, and Aureen has made her feelings clear as well – in the form of two copies of the recipe, one for each of them.
"Best mates," Dom whispers, giving Billy's small hand a gentle squeeze.
Billy nods in agreement and squeezes back. "Not planning on ever giving that up, Dommie."
"That makes two of us." Dom releases Billy’s hand so he can curl into Billy’s side and looks back at the recipe, sighing with contentment when Billy begins to stroke the fine hair at the nape of his neck.
“What you want for dinner?” Billy asks, rubbing his cheek against the top of Dom’s head.
Dom laughs. “One guess.”
“Chicken soup it is.”
* ^ * ^ * ^ * ^ *
fin
Author:
dylan_dufresne Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: PG-14, I think.
Summary: An evening out for a meal turns into something a lot more complicated, and changes a friendship forever.
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated as it’s my drug of choice. Unbetaed, so all errors are mine.
Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality. This is my imagination at work.
A/N: Credit for the title belongs to
surreality_fan. Thanks, hon. You made me laugh.A/N 2: Due to unexpected personal stuff over Christmas, this is about a week late in getting posted. Sorry about the delay. Enjoy.
Billy is halfway through his plate of chicken fettuccine when he glances over at Dom and is surprised to discover that the younger man isn't eating. At a table rich in conversation and laughter, he's the only one who doesn't appears to be enjoying himself, slowly picking at his plate and only taking the occasional bite, chewing very slowly.
To the best of his knowledge, Dom had been fine on set a couple of hours ago, so whatever it is must be a very recent development, Billy deduces. It's on the tip of Billy's tongue to ask what's wrong, but for some reason he opts to wait for Dom to notice his staring, since he's trying to avoid detection. As expected, it doesn't take long.
Once Dom meets his gaze, Billy arches an eyebrow and glances pointedly at his plate before mouthing, 'Not good?'
Pink colors Dom's cheeks as he shakes his head a tiny bit, indicating the meal is fine. To prove it, a forkful of beef stir-fry and rice disappears between his lips, even though he clearly doesn't want it. When Billy's frown deepens, indicating he's not convinced, Dom sighs and excuses himself from the table. He's only a few feet away when he notices Billy following him to the loo, intent on getting some answers. Instead of waiting for Billy to catch up to him, Dom puts on a burst of speed, wincing at the developing ache in his belly.
Seconds after the loo door closes behind him, it opens again, and then Billy is walking over to where Dom is standing at the row of sinks.
"What's going on?"
"Nothing."
"You're not eating," Billy points out. "When we were in the Feet Trailer you said you were ravenous. Wasting away, I believe is the phrase you used."
"I didn’t have much lunch so I figured I would be hungry, but I'm not ," Dom replies, shrugging casually.
"Allergies acting up?"
"No."
Before Dom can say another word, Billy reaches out and lays the back of his hand to Dom's forehead and then his left cheek.
"You've got a fever," Billy announces. "I think you might be coming down with something, Dommie."
"Great," Dom moans under his breath. "We've got shooting scheduled for the next twelve bloody days. Of course I'm going to get the flu."
"We should get you home," Billy says gently. "I'll get them to wrap up my dinner. Do you want-"
When Dom whirls around and all but dives into a stall with panicked eyes, Billy trails off, his gaze sympathetic as the sound of painful retching echoes off the tile walls. Part of Billy wants to step outside the loo to give Dom some privacy, as vomiting is something most people would rather not have witnesses for, but he can't bear to leave Dom alone, in case he's needed. A few minutes pass, and then Dom emerges, weaving unsteadily towards the sinks, his face ashen and slender body shivering.
"Oh, Dommie," Billy murmurs with concern, reaching out to cup his shoulder. "Did that help?"
One hand is splayed protectively over Dom's belly as he replies, "Not really. It still hurts."
In a helpful gesture, Billy twists on the taps and rubs Dom's back as he rinses his mouth out in an attempt to get rid of the foul aftertaste. After Dom has composed himself, the older man digs into the front pocket of his trousers until he produces a set of keys. "Go out to the car. I'll take of our dinner and be right out."
"Ta, Bills."
The fact that Dom doesn't argue with him and he looks positively miserable makes Billy's heart pang for his best mate. From the appearance of things, this is going to get worse before it gets better and Dom's in for a long, uncomfortable night. Billy walks with him for as long as possible and only stops, gently sending Dom ahead, when the waitress taking care of their table approaches. She wraps up both of their meals while Billy gives a brief explanation to their dinner companions, and within a couple of minutes, he's on his way out to the car as well.
The sight of Dom curled up in a ball on the passenger seat breaks Billy's heart, and after sliding into the other seat he drapes his jacket over Dom's slender shoulders.
"Your flat or mine?" he asks as the engine is coaxed to life.
"Just drop me off, yeah?" Dom replies, his eyes closed, cheek pillowed on one hand.
"Not a chance, Dommie," Billy corrects tenderly. "You're sick. As your best mate and your Pip, it's my right to stay close by and take care of you. My flat is a wee bit closer, but if you want to be in your own bed, I understand."
"Bills-"
"Don't argue."
"Mine," Dom whispers and winces when he shifts slightly. "Please."
"All right then." Unable to stop himself, Billy leans over to press a kiss to the top of Dom's head. "You just hang on. We'll have you home and tucked into bed in no time."
"Okay."
During the short drive from the restaurant, the Englishman doesn't speak unless spoken to and his eyes remain closed, as though he's trying to block out the pain. It's when the engine falls silent that he looks up, relieved when he realizes that they're now parked in front of his flat.
"Let's get you inside, yeah?" Billy says quietly, smoothing back Dom's tousled hair with his fingers in a fond gesture.
Another clear sign of how awful Dom feels is when he doesn't object to Billy wrapping an arm around his waist, helping to bear his weight as they make their way inside. Growing increasingly concerned, Billy doesn't loosen his hold until they're in Dom's bedroom, and he's sinking down to the mattress. Shaking like a leaf, Dom is docile and pliant in Billy's care, not resisting as his trainers and blue jeans are removed before he's tucked in under the thick coverlet, clothed in a pair of flannel pajama pants and a t-shirt.
"I'm going to get you some Paracetamol," Billy tells him. "Can I get you anything else? Some tea, perhaps?"
"I don't know," Dom replies quietly, the mere idea of putting something in his stomach less than appealing.
"Just rest," Billy murmurs as he dims the lights. "I'll be back."
"Ta."
With a bit of cajoling, Billy manages to coax Dom into swallowing two pills and a few sips of tea, wincing internally at the distress the younger man is clearly in. The fact that the pain in his belly seems to be worsening is of concern, and when Dom starts to shiver violently beneath the coverlet, Billy ducks out of the room and picks up the phone.
"Fran? It's Billy."
"Hello there," she replies warmly. "How's Dom?"
"How did you-"
"Viggo called a while ago, wanting to let us know that there might be some issues with the shooting schedule tomorrow."
"Dom's not doing so well," Billy confesses. "His temperature is up and he's in a lot of pain."
"Pain?" Fran repeats in surprise. "Where?"
"His stomach," Billy explains, the concern clear in his tone. "At first it was around his belly button, but now it's lower and more intense."
"Is it specific to one side or all over?"
"More to the right, he says. He's shivering and it hurts to move."
"The poor dear," Fran comments with a sigh. "I don't mean to alarm you, but I think it's best if Dom goes to hospital. It may be just a nasty bug, but considering the pain he's in, he should get it checked out so-"
"I'm worried, Fran," Billy interrupts hoarsely. "Should I ring for an ambulance?"
"Can you manage him by yourself?" Fran inquires. "Getting him into the car and whatnot, I mean."
Billy considers the possibility for a moment. "I'd hate to jostle him and cause more pain."
"I'm going to give Steve Butler a call, and tell him the situation," Fran decides. "We'll figure out what to do after that, all right?"
"Hurry," Billy requests.
"I will."
Billy is perched on the bed at Dom's side when the ringing of the cordless phone shatters the tense silence, the sound causing Dom to flinch and then cry out in pain.
"Hello?" Billy says with a wince. "Sorry, Dommie."
"Billy? It's Fran."
The knot in Billy's stomach tightens. "Well?"
"The ambulance is on the way," she tells him. "They should be there in a few minutes."
"Oh God."
"Steve says it's probably appendicitis, but the doctors can confirm it at the hospital."
"Surgery," Billy whispers, biting down on his lower lip as his gaze holds on Dom's distressed face.
"It's a possibility," Fran replies. "I'm going to drive over and meet you there, all right?"
"Thank you."
"Hang in there, Billy. He'll be fine."
"Okay." A knock at the front door causes Billy to turn his head, fear and relief mingling together in his mind. "I think the ambulance is here."
"I'll talk to you soon."
"Bye."
To Billy's relief, the medical attendants have been thoroughly briefed, and waste no time transferring Dom to a gurney, taking extra care in an attempt to prevent causing any further pain. The Scotsman is allowed to sit in the back of the ambulance at Dom's side, holding his hand and promising that everything is going to be fine. It's a blessing that Dom's not very lucid, so he's not entirely aware of what's going on. As it is, he's in tremendous pain and clearly frightened.
The ride to Wakefield Hospital seems endless to Billy, most likely because Dom whimpers at every bump in the road, and he notices that Dom's breath is growing shallow, since even drawing oxygen into his lungs is starting to cause pain. Billy's sigh of relief is nearly audible when the ambulance slows to a stop, and the driver tells him that they've arrived.
The next twenty minutes is a whirlwind of activity as doctors and nurses surround Dom, removing his clothes, asking questions, drawing blood and giving him a thorough physical exam. The worst is when a doctor palpitates Dom's tender belly under the gown he’s been covered with, gently pressing down over the most painful spot and then suddenly releasing, not surprised when he cries out raggedly. Through the entire process, Billy remains with him, at the head of the bed where he can talk to Dom, and make his presence known with the touch of his hand to Dom's shoulder or to pet his mussed hair.
It's quickly determined that Dom needs immediate surgery, and while the space is arranged for upstairs, Billy waits, shifting from one foot to the other and back again, hoping that Fran will arrive soon. He's being brave for Dom's sake, but truth be told, he's fecking terrified, mostly because he feels so utterly helpless. His best mate is in pain, granted it's a wee bit less, thanks to the drugs he's been given, but still.
"Billy!"
Seconds later he's enveloped in a soothing embrace, and he sags into Fran, overwhelmed with relief. Now there's someone else to help bear the load on his weary shoulders.
"How is he?"
"They're about to take him to surgery," Billy whispers, his voice trembling. "Steve was right. It's his appendix."
"Well, maybe that's something positive," Fran theorizes as they part, noticing how worked up Billy is. "It's a routine surgery that happens every single day. It's a good thing you stayed with him."
"I should've called sooner."
"Don't do that," Fran cautions. "It could've just as easily been the flu."
Billy isn't convinced. "But maybe I could've-"
"If Dom was able to, he'd be telling you to shut it and stop blaming yourself. You know how stubborn he can be."
Knowing that Fran is right, Billy is forced to smile for a moment. "Aye."
"Let's just be grateful you were there, because if he'd been alone-"
"He told me to just drop him off," Billy recalls. "But I wouldn't leave him."
Fran draws Billy close again. "Of course not."
"I just hope it's not too-"
"Excuse me," a nurse says as she walks up to them. "We need to take him to surgery now."
"Where can we wait?" Fran asks, rubbing Billy's back in slow, soothing circles.
"I'll take you up to the lounge on the fourth floor," the nurse replies, ushering them to follow Dom's gurney over to a bank of lifts. "There are some couches, and it's generally quiet this time of night."
Unfortunately, there isn't enough room for them to ride up with Dom, so Billy has just enough time to lean over and press a good luck kiss to Dom's forehead, and then watches until the lift doors close. He's relieved that the nurse opts to stay with them, to answer any questions. He has to believe that Dom is in good hands, or he’ll surely go mad with worry.
"How long will he be in surgery?" Billy asks as they step into another lift.
"A little over an hour is average, and then he'll be in recovery for a while, until he wakes up," she replies, pushing the button for the fourth floor. "Dr. Larson is going to perform a laparoscopic appendectomy, as it doesn't appear that it has ruptured. This will mean minimal scarring, and a quicker recovery for Dom."
Billy sucks in a ragged breath. "And if it has?"
"Then they'll need to do an open procedure, but so far Dom's test results look good, so that's promising."
"How long will he need to be in hospital?" Fran inquires, knowing that'll be Billy's next question.
"A couple of days or so, and then he'll be able to finish recovering at home," the nurse tells them. "He'll need to take it easy for a while. Nothing too strenuous."
"Trust me, I'll make sure of that," Billy vows with a firm nod and then pales, turning his head to look at Fran. "Oh no. We're supposed to film tomorrow."
"Don't fret about that," she soothes, giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze. "Peter's already working on changing the schedule. We can make due without Merry and Pippin for a while. Dom's health is more important."
"Thank you," Billy breathes. "That'll help Dom when he wakes up. As it is, he's going to feel bad, causing all this trouble."
The nurse says goodbye at the door to the lounge, and while Fran takes a seat by the window, Billy chooses to pace the length of the room. He's too wound up to sit, and knows he won't be able to relax until Dom's out of surgery.
"I should call his parents."
"Perhaps it would be better if you waited until Dom's out of surgery," Fran suggests gently. "That way you can give them some good news as well."
"Aye, that's true."
"He's young and he's strong," she reminds the Scotsman. "Dom's going to come through this just fine."
"Right."
The next seventy-two minutes are the longest of Billy's life, and when a middle-aged man dressed in blue scrubs walks into the room, his heart leaps into his throat.
"Relatives of Dominic Monaghan?" the man queries.
"Friends who are like family," Fran replies. "His parents are in England."
"All right then."
"How is he?" Billy blurts out.
"Dom was a model patient, and is being moved to recovery as we speak," the surgeon says with a smile. "The laparoscopic procedure went very well."
"It didn't burst?"
"No. We got to it in time."
"Can I see him?" Billy asks softly. "I mean, can we?"
"He'll be in recovery for a little while, but I can take you to his room so you'll be there when he arrives."
"That would lovely," Fran says, smiling gently. "Thank you."
"I should ring his Mum and Dad," Billy muses as they walk down the hall to the bank of lifts. "Let them know."
"I'm sure they'd appreciate that."
Thinking to himself, Billy frowns. "I don't even know what time it is there. Or what day, for that matter."
"Um, I think it's mid morning," Fran tells him after taking a few moments to look at her watch. "Not too early."
"Okay."
Once they've arrived at the room Dom's been assigned to, Billy digs his mobile out of the pocket of his trousers.
Fran's eyes widen with surprise. "You've got their number in Manchester?"
"Aye. Dom gave it to me, since I'm his best mate and all," Billy explains, recalling the quiet evening where they'd shared a few drinks at Dom's flat and strengthened their already close bond. "Never thought I'd have to use it to ring someone other than him."
"Do you want a few minutes alone?"
"No, please," Billy says quickly. "Stay."
"All right then."
Silently willing his fingers to stop trembling, Billy thumbs his way through his contact list until the correct number is located, and presses the button before he can lose his nerve. The line rings three times, and Billy's starting to wonder if he'll need to leave a message when a tinny female voice pulls him from his thoughts.
"Hello?" the woman repeats when she doesn't hear anything. “Is someone there?”
"Yes, hello," Billy says finally. "May I speak to Mrs. Monaghan, please?"
"I'm Aureen Monaghan."
"Mrs. Monaghan, my name is Billy Boyd and I work with-"
"What's happened to Dominic?" Aureen interrupts, the tension in her voice almost palpable. "Is he all right?"
"He's fine," Billy says quickly. "He had to have surgery tonight to remove his appendix, but everything went very well. They were able to do the surgery lapri- uh, lapro-"
"He had a laparoscopic appendectomy?" Aureen prompts.
"Aye, that's it. I'd forgotten you're a nurse."
Aureen then asks, "Where is he now?"
"Recovery, but they said he should be moved to his room soon," Billy answers. "He's going to be just fine, so the surgeon tells us."
"Thank you," Aureen tells him, her voice hoarse with emotion. "I'm glad he's not going through that all alone."
"I'm not going to let him out of my sight," Billy vows. "I promise."
"Which hospital is he at?" Aureen asks. "I'd like to ring tomorrow and talk to him."
"I'm sure he'd love that," Billy replies with a smile, and then gives her the name of the hospital as well as Dom's floor and room number.
"Thank you again for calling," Aureen says sincerely. "I've heard a lot about you, and I can tell that Dom was right about all the wonderful things he's said."
"He did?" Billy whispers, only a wee bit surprised at her kind words once he considers the kind of person Dom is.
"Dom doesn't call just anyone his best mate," Aureen adds warmly. "Please give him my love, and his father's. We'll be thinking of him."
"I'll do that," Billy promises. "Good bye."
"Bye."
After ringing off, Billy looks over at Fran, not surprised to see her smiling.
"You did well."
"She sounds lovely," Billy replies, a tad wistfully. "She's going to ring tomorrow."
"I'm sure he'll-"
Fran is interrupted by the door opening and two orderlies rolling a narrow gurney over to the bed, Dom covered to his shoulders with a light blue blanket.
"He's pretty sleepy, but might be able to talk a little," the older of the two hospital workers tells them.
Together, the orderlies transfer Dom to the larger bed, mindful of the IV inserted into the back of his left hand, and once he's settled on the mattress, they leave as quietly as possible, closing the door behind them.
Overcome with relief, Billy leans over Dom's prone form to gently draw his tousled hair off his forehead, and the touch causes Dom's drowsy eyes to flutter open.
"Bills," he rasps.
"Hey," Billy says quietly. "How are you feeling?"
"Floaty," Dom replies with a sleepy smile. "Kinda stoned."
Billy can't help but smile, albeit briefly. "No pain?"
"Uh uh. It’s gone."
"The doctor told us that you're going to be just fine," Fran adds as she lays a hand on Dom's shoulder. "The surgery went well."
"Fran," Dom breathes, clearly pleased to see her. "So glad you're here. Bills was worried 'bout me. "
"Rightfully so," she tells him, giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze.
"Can you do me a favor?"
"Of course, love."
"Take Bills home," Dom requests. "It's late, yeah?"
Billy frowns. "I'm not-"
"Shhh, it's okay. I'm tired and you need rest."
"But-"
An unsteady hand rises from the bed to cup Billy's scruffy cheek. "You saved my life, Bills. Thank you."
As his eyes flood with guilt, Billy shakes his head. "I didn't- I should've-"
"Shhh," Dom repeats, fighting to keep his eyes open. "Please. I'm okay. If you don't rest, I'll feel bad."
"Wanker."
A weak smile flutters across Dom's face. "Is that a yes?"
"Cheeky."
"So my Mum tells me."
"She sends her love," Billy tells him. "I thought she should know what happened, so I rang her. I hoped that's okay."
Dom nods slowly, indicating that Billy did the right thing. "I'm glad it was you who told her."
Losing the battle against the welcoming embrace of sleep, Dom's arm slides back down to the mattress, and he's clearly fighting hard to keep his eyes open.
"It's all right, Dom," Billy murmurs. "We can talk tomorrow when you're not so sleepy."
"You're a good mate," Dom mumbles, falling asleep despite his efforts. "Thank you, Bills. I-"
For nearly a minute, both Billy and Fran are silent, watching Dom sink into a deep slumber, both relieved that he's okay, and free of pain.
"Sleep well," Billy whispers as he tucks Dom's arm under the blanket to ensure that he stays warm during the night.
Despite Fran's urging, Billy refuses to leave Dom's side and settles into a chair at his bedside after thanking Fran for all her help this evening.
"He's going to be cross with you," she muses aloud as she pulls on her coat.
"If he is, I'll ask him what he would've done had our positions been reversed," Billy replies with a knowing smile. "He'd be here if was me in that bed."
Fran smiles and nods in agreement. "Yes, I do believe you're right."
"Have a good night," Billy adds, waving goodbye.
"I'll tell everyone on set that Dom's going to be fine," she tells him with a smile. "And I'll see you both in the morning."
"Ta, Fran."
Once they are alone, Billy tucks the blanket more securely around Dom's sleeping form and smiles fondly. Then he leans back, trying to find a somewhat comfortable position in the chair, and closes his eyes.
Billy is sipping a cup of milky tea and flipping through a dog-eared magazine when Dom awakens, morning sunlight peeking through the window and falling across the bed.
"Bills?" Dom rasps, causing the older man to look up.
"Good morning."
As Dom looks around the hospital room in confusion, trying to get his bearings, his brow furrows. "What happened?"
"You didn't have the flu," Billy replies, setting aside the tea and reading material. "You needed emergency surgery last night."
"What?" Dom squeaks.
Biting down on his lower lip to keep from smiling, Billy watches Dom lift the blanket and anxiously peer beneath, ensuring that all the important parts are accounted for.
"They had to remove your appendix," Billy adds when Dom looks at him again, in search of explanation. "The surgery went well, no complications. You're going to be fine."
Dom looks a wee bit overwhelmed as he tries to take in the news, and he bites down on his lower lip.
"I rang your Mum," Billy adds. "She said to give you her love, and your dad's, of course."
"Did you tell me that last night?" Dom inquires, the furrow between his eyebrows deepening.
"Aye. You were sleepy, though."
"Oh. Okay."
Seeing that Dom is in need of comfort, Billy carefully perches on the edge of the bed on his good side and leans in close. "You gave Fran and I quite a scare, but you really are all right."
"I'm going to have a scar?"
"Very small, I'm told," Billy replies. "And it'll fade."
"How long will I be here?" Dom asks, his gaze sliding around the room for a second time.
"A couple of days, that's all."
Dom falls silent, and then looks up sharply, eyes wide. "We're supposed to be filming today. I need to call Peter-"
"Shhh," Billy soothes, sliding an arm around Dom's shoulders. "He knows what's happened. Fran took care of it and they're going to rearrange the schedule."
"But-"
The protest on Dom's lips falters when Billy ever so carefully stretches out on the hospital bed next to him before enveloping him in a soothing embrace. Not that he'd admit it, but it's exactly what Dom needs, as he's feeling more than a bit unsettled after the events of last night. When he'd felt sick at the restaurant, the last thing he would've imagined is that he'd wake up in a hospital, the recipient of a surgical procedure. Having Billy close is of great comfort, and he's not about to deny himself any of that.
When Dom relaxes against him and lets out a soft sigh, Billy tips his head to one side to rest his cheek on the top of Dom's head. "Better?"
"Yeah."
"Good."
The sensation of Billy's small, warm fingers stroking the nape of his neck lull Dom into a light doze, and he doesn't open his eyes again until a nurse arrives, carrying a pitcher.
"Thirsty?" she asks Dom.
When he nods, a small cup of water is poured and offered to him, and she smiles when Dom sips carefully at first, and then drinks it all down.
"More?"
"Please," Dom requests, licking his parched lips.
After a second cup is given for him to work on, the nurse takes a moment to check Dom's IV. "We'll let that water settle for a little while. If you feel okay, I can get you something else."
"Breakfast?" Dom asks hopefully, causing both Billy and the nurse to laugh.
"Hobbit," Billy murmurs against Dom's hair and giving his shoulder an affectionate squeeze.
"Hey, I didn't have dinner last night," Dom points out. "And I wasn't all that hungry for lunch."
"I'll get you a tray, but you need to take things slowly," the nurse cautions.
"Don't worry. I'll make sure of it," Billy tells her before Dom can protest.
It's as the nurse leaves that another visitor enters the room, and both men smile at the new arrival.
"Fran," Dom says warmly, extending a hand to beckon her closer.
"You look wonderful," she says, leaning to kiss his cheek. "Everyone on set wants you to know that they're thinking of you, and that they're very glad you're going to be all right."
"Thank you."
"How are you feeling?"
"Not bad, but I think it might be the drugs," Dom replies with a smile. "And then there's Bills."
"Well, you look much better than you did last night," Fran comments, ruffling his hair affectionately. "I'm glad Billy's here to keep an eye on you."
"Where else would Pippin be?" Billy asks softly. "But with his Merry."
Dom tucking his head under Billy's chin and closing his eyes as he sighs with contentment is all the answer Fran needs.
After a successful breakfast of tea and toast, Dom is rewarded with the removal of his IV, followed by a trip to the loo. Of course, Billy is ready to assist whenever he's needed, but opts to wait on the other side of the door while Dom uses the facilities. While Billy rounds up a robe and a pair of slippers, Dom takes a short nap, and then they walk down to the nurses' station, since several members of the medical staff have encouraged Dom to do some light physical activity.
The best part of the morning is when Dom's doctor drops by to check on him, and for the first time, Dom and Billy get a look at his incision, both impressed with how small it is. The doctor tells Dom that if things continue, he'll be able to go home tomorrow afternoon, and armed with that information, Dom tries to insist that Billy sleep in his own flat tonight. Reluctantly, the Scotsman agrees to consider it, once they've established that Dom will have Billy stay with him until he's back on his feet. Despite how well the surgery went, Dom will still need time to recover.
After lunch, a helpful nurse instructs Billy on how to care for the healing incision, and what to look for, just in case there are any problems, like infection. It touches Dom how serious Billy takes the responsibility of caring for him, and his fondness for the Scotsman grows even deeper. By nightfall, everyone in the Fellowship and numerous members of the crew has dropped by for a visit, there are flowers, balloons and stuffed animals everywhere, and Dom is almost back to himself, with the exception of being a wee bit tired. The constant has been Billy at Dom's side, taking care of his every need, even when he has to insist upon it.
Just after a light supper the phone rings, and Dom's face lights up as a familiar voice greets him warmly. While mother and son talk, Billy slips out of the room to give them some privacy, returning about fifteen minutes later, just as Dom is saying goodbye. Once again, Aureen thanks Billy for all he's done in caring for Dom in her absence, and Dom seconds the sentiment after the call has been ended. Just like the night before, Billy flatly refuses to leave Dom's side, but ends up getting a more comfortable place to sleep, as Dom insists on sharing his hospital bed.
They're still sleeping, curled up together like children, when Fran drops by in the morning with clean clothes and a shaving kit for Billy.
"Slow and easy," Billy cautions as he helps Dom out of the car and slips an arm around the younger man's slender waist to help bear his weight.
"I'm okay, Bills. Really."
"Shut it. You had surgery."
"But-"
"One more word and I'm carrying you over the threshold," Billy threatens, only to smile a moment later. "Just let me do this, yeah?"
Dom rolls his eyes. "Fine."
Shoes are discarded in the foyer, and even though Dom tries to steer Billy towards the couch in the living room, he is ushered to the master bedroom and instructed to get back into bed.
"Bills, you're acting like I had a transplant or something," Dom complains, arching an eyebrow at the older man as he's handed a pair of pajamas to wear. "It's just a wee incision. Not even ten stitches."
"I don't care," Billy fires back stubbornly. "For the next five days, I'm looking after you. I don't want you doing too much too soon and delaying your recovery."
"Thank you," Dom replies softly. "I'm sorry."
Large blue-grey eyes filled with guilty dismay cause Billy to immediately soften, and he sighs before pressing a kiss to the top of Dom's head. He helps Dom with his shirt, and once the younger man is changed, he's guided under the coverlet.
"Rest for a bit, and then maybe we'll go for a walk," Billy tells him. "Okay?"
"Want to order some Chinese?" Dom asks hopefully, looking forward to something other than hospital food. "Or Thai?"
Billy laughs and shakes his head. "Not a chance. You're not eating takeaway, Dommie. I'll make you something that'll be easy on your tum."
It's on the tip of Dom's tongue to remind Billy that he's a shite cook, but decides to stay quiet, since he's made the offer and has been so attentive the last couple of days. Dom doesn't want to appear ungrateful of Billy's generosity.
"Rest," Billy repeats gently. "I'll be back in a bit."
"Okay."
Obediently, Dom closes his eyes as the bedroom door is drawn closed to a crack, and drifts off to the distant sounds of Billy moving about in the kitchen, apparently talking to himself as he makes dinner for them. To his surprise, Dom's more tired than he thought, and it's nearly an hour later that a delicious aroma drifts across his nose and pulls him from his dreams. There's something very familiar about the smell, and Dom's impatient curiosity causes him to climb out of bed by himself, and he wanders down to the kitchen in his pajamas to investigate.
At the doorway, Dom is greeted by the sight of Billy standing in front of the cooker, peering into a large pot as he gives the contents a careful stir with a wooden spoon and then covers it with a lid.
"Hey," Dom says softly, not wanting to startle the older man.
"I was going to come get you in a bit," Billy replies, frowning in concern as he turns around. "Are you okay?"
"Hungry."
"Does your belly hurt?" Billy asks, moving swiftly over to Dom and watching his face closely.
"No, it's fine."
"Okay."
"You cooked," Dom states as he attempts to keep his expression neutral.
"Aye, I did," Billy confirms. "Want to try it?"
Wordlessly, Dom nods, and starts to make his way over to the cooker, but Billy stops him. "Sit, Dommie. I'll get it for you."
"Ta, Bills."
Ruffling Dom's already tousled hair affectionately, Billy ensures that Dom's seated comfortably, and then dishes up a serving of his creation, setting the bowl down in front of Dom with a flourish. The sparkle of delight in Dom's eyes causes Billy to smile widely.
"I know it's not Chinese or Thai-"
"No, Bills," Dom interrupts, his voice wavering ever so slightly. "It's perfect."
As he sniffs and blinks away the excess moisture gathering at the corners of his eyes, Dom picks up a spoon and dips it into the bowl before bringing it to his lips.
"Careful, it's hot," Billy cautions.
"Wow," Dom murmurs after he's swallowed down the first mouthful of flavorful soup. "It's really good."
Billy's relief is obvious. "Thank you."
"It's weird," Dom comments as he has another taste and shakes his head in disbelief. "It tastes just like my Mum's."
"Does it?"
"She used to make chicken noodle soup when I was home sick from school and- Hey, I thought you said you were a shite cook."
"I am," Billy confesses as he sinks down into the chair across from Dom with a bowl for himself. "I had help."
"Fran?"
"No, I went a wee bit further," Billy replies evasively.
"What do you mean?"
"Last night, after you fell asleep, I rang your Mum and asked her what she would do, if she was here," Billy explains, a blush spreading across his cheeks. "Her answer was almost automatic, like she'd been thinking of it already."
Dom's jaw drops and his gaze falls to the soup in front of him. "She told you her recipe?"
"Aye."
"Her secret family recipe that she won't even tell me," Dom adds, one eyebrow arched at the older man.
"Aye," Billy confirms.
Unexpectedly, Dom's eyes grow bright for a second time. "She told you so you could make it for me," he whispers as realization dawns, a hand splayed over his heart. "Because it always makes me feel better."
"She said she hoped you'd understand," Billy tells him, reaching over to give Dom's other hand a gentle squeeze. "And I promised her that I'd keep it safe, like you while you're recuperating."
"I was really scared that night," Dom blurts out and then bites down on his lower lip for a moment. "But I knew it was going to be okay, somehow, because you were with me. The one thing I could count on was that you would do everything you could to help me."
"Aye, just like you would for me," Billy replies fondly.
"That's what best mates do."
"Eat up, and then we’ll take that walk," Billy tells him, pleased when he's rewarded with a wide smile.
"Yeah?"
"As long as you promise to tell me when you feel tired," Billy cautions. "I don't want you overexerting yourself."
"Bills, it'll be a walk around the block, not pulling birds at the pub for a shagging marathon," Dom teases, and both men laugh before focusing their attention back on the delicious soup.
After he’s eaten his fill, Dom makes his way back to the bedroom to get changed while Billy clears the table. Once he's appropriately clothed, the friends then make their way outside, where the sun is almost set, and the stars are coming out to blanket the darkened sky.
"It feels like I've been inside for a week instead of a couple of days," Dom comments almost wistfully, drawing the fresh air into his lungs and smiling. "Thank you for this."
"You're welcome."
"I'm glad you're here," Dom adds softly.
"Best mate," Billy reminds him, gently tousling Dom's hair. "Not about to give that up."
"Good."
Strolling arm in arm, the friends do a complete loop around the block at a leisurely pace, occasionally pausing to look up at the stars. By the time they return to the flat, Dom's starting to tire, and doesn't protest at going back to bed. He's changed into the flannel pajamas again and is stretched out on the coverlet when Billy enters the bedroom, carrying a handful of medical supplies.
"Need to change your dressings," he says as he sets the items down on the bedside table. "I've got your pills, too."
"Okay."
Ever so gently, the pajamas are eased down over Dom's slender hips until the white squares of gauze are revealed, and Billy carefully peels the tape away from the tender skin.
"Well?" Dom prompts lifting his head to get a better look at the small incisions.
"Full marks," Billy reports with a smile. "They're both closed. No redness or evidence of infection."
"Good."
There's a hint of teasing in Billy's voice when he asks, "What, you don't want to go back to the hospital?"
"No," Dom replies quietly, unable to hide the vulnerability in his voice.
"It's all right, Dommie," Billy soothes. "You're going to be just fine."
Silently, Dom nods, and doesn't say another word until the incision sites have been cleaned, covered with fresh gauze and he's swallowed down his pills. The younger man is then gently guided under the coverlet and it's not until he's settled into a comfortable position that Billy speaks.
"Close your eyes."
Small fingers side through Dom's silky hair in a fond gesture, and an extra blanket is placed at Dom's feet before the Scotsman starts to leave the room.
"Bills?"
"Aye?"
"I-" Part of Dom desperately wants to ask Billy to sleep beside him, as they have for the last two nights, but he loses his nerve, and shakes his head. "Nothing. G'night."
The lights have been dimmed, but there's still enough illumination for Dom to see the flash of confusion and disappointment in Billy's eyes.
"All right, then," Billy says quietly. "Good night."
Dom frowns. "What’s wrong?"
"I thought you might want company, but that's okay," Billy explains as he shrugs his shoulders.
Dom is riveted by Billy's insight into his character, having anticipated Dom's needs in this way, and his mouth falls open.
"I'll be in the guest room if you-"
"Stay?" Dom interrupts, patting the mattress beside me. "Please? If you don't mind."
"I'll be right back," Billy tells him with a tender look. "Want some tea?"
"That would be nice."
Less than ten minutes later, Billy is sliding under the coverlet next to Dom in boxers and a t-shirt, and they share a cup of the sweet, milky brew, passing the mug back and forth as they talk until it's empty. When Dom's eyelids grow heavy, Billy turns off the lamp and settles into a comfortable position, laying so close to Dom that their shoulders touch.
"Good night, Dom."
"Night, Bills."
All is quiet for over an hour, and then Dom's habit of sleeping on his stomach prods him to turn over in the larger bed, seeking the familiar position. It's Billy's hand on his shoulder as he starts to roll forward that prevents a painful awakening.
"No, Dommie," Billy murmurs sleepily. "Stay on your side."
Not even cognizant of his actions, Dom obeys, curling into the safety and warmth of Billy's body, tucking his head under the Scotsman's chin and sliding an arm around his waist before surrendering to sleep once again.
"Hobbit," Billy whispers fondly, amused at Dom's tactile nature, even in sleep.
Once Dom is settled, Billy lets his hand slide down to Dom's lower back to keep him close, ensuring that he won't move, and then lets his eyes close.
Dom makes significant progress in his recovery over the next several days, thanks in no small part to Billy's attentiveness and care, not to mention lots of homemade chicken soup. After a full week off, Dom is permitted to visit the set, under strict instructions to take it easy, and Billy volunteers to make sure of that. Everywhere they go, Dom is greeted with cheers, smiles and gentle hugs, which boost his spirits and makes him want to get back to work as soon as possible. Even though the time with Billy has been wonderful, Dom's missed the family environment of the crew terribly.
As expected, a visit to the Make Up and Feet trailer is longer than planned, the girls fussing over Dom, oohing and ahhing when he gives them a brief look at his new scar, and where the camera was inserted into his abdomen. To see Dom acting like himself, his playful, expressive eyes alight with joy, makes Billy smile, and fills him with relief. Things could've gone horribly wrong, like if he'd done as Dom asked and left him alone that night, and that's something that Billy doesn't like to think about. He prefers to focus on the fact that his best mate is almost back to himself, and their friendship is stronger than ever, more than he ever imagined.
It's over chicken teriyaki stir fry that evening that Dom shamelessly begs Billy to help him talk to Peter and get back to the regular shooting schedule. Unable to resist Dom's pleading, puppy dog eyes and thrust out lower lip, on the condition that Dom accepts help and rests in their trailer as much as possible, the Scotsman agrees. He's quick to remind Dom that despite how well he's feeling, the doctor warned them both that it will take four to six weeks before Dom will be fully healed from the surgery. Billy can't help but laugh when Dom jumps up from the table, curls into his lap to hug him tight and plants a loud, smacking kiss to his cheek. At the same time, Billy’s a wee bit sad that their quiet time together is coming to an end.
Dom has been back to work a little over two weeks when a parcel arrives from the UK, an excited smile lighting up his features when he recognizes the return address written in his mother's familiar, cursive handwriting. Not surprisingly, Billy is at Dom's side when he peels away the brown paper covering the rather heavy item, both eager to see what is inside.
When Dom lifts a cookbook out of the cardboard box, he arches an eyebrow in confusion, wondering what his mother is up to. Then he notices a small yellow post-it note marking a specific page, and decides to investigate further. As he flips through the book, Dom notices that his mother has added quite a few of her recipes that he's enjoyed over the years, choosing now to share them with her youngest son, and when Dom comes to the marked spot, he pauses to read.
A moment later, both he and Billy burst out laughing at the title Aureen has written at the top of the page containing the secret family recipe that she shared with Billy while Dom was recovering.
Chicken Soup for the Hobbit Soul
Looking at one another, Dom's tender smile tells Billy that they have a bond that is deeper than mere friendship, and that it will only grow in the coming months and years. This is a connection that he believes will last a lifetime, and Aureen has made her feelings clear as well – in the form of two copies of the recipe, one for each of them.
"Best mates," Dom whispers, giving Billy's small hand a gentle squeeze.
Billy nods in agreement and squeezes back. "Not planning on ever giving that up, Dommie."
"That makes two of us." Dom releases Billy’s hand so he can curl into Billy’s side and looks back at the recipe, sighing with contentment when Billy begins to stroke the fine hair at the nape of his neck.
“What you want for dinner?” Billy asks, rubbing his cheek against the top of Dom’s head.
Dom laughs. “One guess.”
“Chicken soup it is.”
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*joins you in the hobbit love*
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So glad you enjoyed it. :)
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This is friendship at its finest - would that we all had a best mate like Billy or Dom.
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friendship at its finest - That's exactly what I was going for, so yay! Thanks ever so.
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Thank you very much. I was in the mood for something sweet and hobbity. :)
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Thank you so much. Happy that you enjoyed. :)
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*hugs the Hobbits*
*hugs you*
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I was in the mood for a friendship fic, and it seems that people are enjoying, including you. Thank you.
*hugs you back*
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Thank you again.
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Not a problem in the slightest. It never is.
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Thank you, hon.
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Thanks for posting and Have a great Monaboyd year! ;P
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I'm certainly going to try. Hobbit New Year!
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Um, wow. Thank you. I work hard, and try to improve with every story that I write. Happy that you liked it. :)
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Dylan, I'm sorry you weren't able to offer us a holiday fic. Perhaps a little something for valentines day? As always, thank you
*hugs you and the plushies*
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Fic posting plans changed when my aunt unexpectedly died just 3 days before Christmas. Muse went into hiding and I really wasn't in the frame of mind to write.
I'm feeling a bit better these days, and am finishing up my latest writing project. I hope to be posting it soon.
Yay plushies...
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Shelley
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Keep your eye on Monaboyd. I think I'll be posting fic sometime this weekend...