jikan_rpg | 1 Doctor + 1 Jealous BF + 3 Gangsters = ?

Fine. It seemed like they were all ready to go now. Cheng watched over them all as he hovered by Wen Qing, his hand occasionally going to brush the small of her back. He didn't know how to handle this sort of situation with people who he didn't know-people Qing didn't really know, either!

"She's the best doctor you could find here," he said unprompted. "Many here trust Wen Qing with their lives, myself included."

Vegas watches their interactions closely. He, too, is wondering what the relationship is here: bodyguard, lover, both? Jiang Cheng was definitely protective of his woman. Guess no one told him that her virtue is safe from ~~the queer mafia~~ them.

A brow lifts at the unprompted comment and Vegas nods. "Kinn trusts her. That's good enough for me." And if that gets back to Kinn Vegas will deny ever saying it, witnesses be damned.

He instinctively lifts a hand to reach for Pete's on the handles of the wheelchair. He knows he's in good hands with him. Pete was a bodyguard for the Theerapanyakul family. Vegas has no doubt he could kill a man with anything conveniently handy if need be.

Then he nods to Wen Qing, his tone more subdued. "Thank you."

Qing doesn't get why Cheng is crowding her so much. It's starting to irritate her until she remembers the last time he did this when she had that Ayakashi caught on her leg. Between that memory and suddenly being declared the best doctor in the city, her cheeks color a light pink.

"You're welcome," she says to Vegas. As a thank you to Cheng, she slips her hand in his and briefly gives it a squeeze.

Not wanting him to something else embarrassing to mark his territory, she heads out of the room. With her head held high and walking with purpose, there aren't as many people who question what they're doing. Anyone else gets told she's taking 'her patient' out for some air.

Bodyguard? Dating? Both like Kinn and Porsche? He wasn't entirely sure until he saw them holding hands. Then it quickly became Dating or Both. Either way he nodded in agreement with Vegas. He trusted them because Kinn did. That was all he needed.

Though he was going to pretend he never heard that for the sake of Vegas if asked later.

Shifting his hand forward, he made it easier for his boyfriend to hold it while still having control of the wheelchair. And when they were outside he still didn't relax. Because they still had to make it back to her place now and there was no telling what could happen between here and there.

That entire interaction eased him. From the hand to Vegas finally expressing gratitude, he smiled easily, watching her lead the way. From there, he motioned Pete to get a move on and took up the rear. He wasn't expecting any trouble in terms of fighting but if Wen Qing couldn't disperse any questioning person, he would push the pair right through and out the door.

The walk home was more relaxed on his part, mostly because he knew they were safe here and he could let his mind wander. Of course, Wen Qing would have a fully stocked medicine pantry, but he was sure she would run low sooner than later without knowing the extent of the man's injuries. It was one thing to say he had been punctured but by a bullet? What was that? Was it a spear, did it have a serrated edge like some of the sabers he'd seen in Qinghe? Was it more like a bolt?

As they travel closer to Wen Qing's home, he remembers something and chuckles behind him. "Looks like you have a new chair-cart, A-Qing!" Not only did they steal a patient, but they stole a wheelchair! Wuxian was not going to believe it. His jovial mood fades a bit when he sees a man pacing by the door of Wen Qing's home. That must be that Kinn guy, who stopped pacing when he saw them coming. He sees the man grin and wave at them.

Lovers, definitely. It has to be with the way Jiang Cheng relaxed once he realized Vegas and Pete were together. He guessed he can sympathize. He'd be more than a little jealous if Pete let two strange men stay with him. Okay, more than just a little.

But that's not the case here. Pete's with him and this woman and her boyfriend are helping them. Vegas may be an asshole, but he's an asshole who remembers his debts. He'd rather owe them to these strangers than to Kinn. He's still not sure where they stand.

Speaking of Kinn... there he is. Goddamit.

Wen Qing keeps an eye out for anything that could cause problems like ayakashi or changes in energy, particularly with Vegas. At Cheng's remark, she smirks and glances at him. "We can always return it later. For now we needed it more than they did."

What's that saying about asking forgiveness vs permission?

The last time she saw Kinn, he hadn't been smiling and looking so well so she's pleased at the improvement. "Good evening, Khun Kinn." She takes a quick moment to introduce Kinn and Jiang Cheng before bringing the focus back to Vegas and Pete. "Would you mind helping us lift the wheelchair up these stairs while I get the door?"

Pete had this feeling that Vegas was going to steal the wheelchair for himself but didn't bring that up to the couple. Or to Vegas. Let the man think of it on his own rather than give him ideas. Pete only looked like an idiot sometimes.

Seeing Kinn was a relief though. The man looked good and he was grateful to have his help to get the wheelchair up the stairs to get inside. Hopefully the room he had with Vegas was on the first floor but he'd make whatever room they got work regardless.

Seeing both Pete and Vegas did ease his mind some. It also brought about more worries as in who would be next and would they be an ally. But that worry was for another time. Again, Vegas was crawling his way from death's door and all the work they had put in the past half year was gone. Again, not to worry, too.

Upon Qing's request, he makes a move towards the front of the chair, aiming to pick up that half. "Kick me, and I'll drop you," he warns before he bends to lift the chair up. The sooner they got Vegas settled in bed, the better. Seemed like the tall guy in purple wanted to say something and he'd gotten the impression it was specifically for him.

Fucking rude, Kinn.

"Nice to see you too, cousin," Vegas sneers in turn. He'd probably drop him anyway, asshole. So Vegas is extra still and clings a little harder than absolutely necessary to the arms of the chair. Until the chair is back on stable ground, Vegas is barely even breathing. He hates this: being helpless.

Okay, so far so good. No fights with her angry grape and no harm has come to her cripple.

Leading them into the house, she guides them to a large bedroom with practically nothing in it but some three rolled futons, a small dresser, and some blankets, cushions, and a large basket to store them in. "You may use this room and there's another spare room upstairs. While you settle in, I'll make us some tea."

They were sleeping in the same room as Kinn? That spelled disaster. Pete winced openly as he muttered softly to himself. "This is going to end so badly. Who decided us being in a room with Kinn was a good idea?"

He sighed heavily but went to go set up one of the futons on one far side so that way he could get Vegas into it more easily before going over to the man and supporting him to lower him onto it. As gentle as he looked, there was a lot of strength in his body. A lot more than he tended to let on.

Kinn leveled a stare at Pete. He thought they would all be in the same room? Even Kinn knew better than that. "I'll take the upstairs room," he drawled, breathing out a sigh as he shook his head slightly. He didn't know how comfortable a futon would be on the floor but currently, beggars couldn't be choosers. If he had the money, he would have outfitted this place with proper beds. That was something to think about.

Most of the maneuvering Vegas was handled by Pete while Kinn appeared to be helpful in setting up the futon and keeping the chair steady so that the injured man could be moved. And he was so quiet, not knowing what to say at first. The reunion was more awkward than he thought it would be. "It is good to see you two again," he offers, moving the chair to one corner once he could.

In Kinn's defense, as far as Vegas is concerned, the last time they saw each other wasn't under the best of circumstances. He felt awkward too, wondering what things would be like now that there wasn't a business to run and a family reputation to protect.

Vegas didn't complain during the whole process of moving only because Pete was doing the bulk of the manual labor in handling him. He took small, shuffling steps from the chair to the futon and grunted like an old man when he was lowered onto it. Note to self: don't get shot like this again.

Once Vegas was lying down, he stared at the ceiling a moment before turning to look at his cousin. "We should talk. Tomorrow. I'm tired."

Wen Qing steps away as the men take over arranging themselves with the futons and such. She keeps an ear out in case she hears any sounds of distress, but otherwise goes and starts a kettle of tea. She places some healing herbs in Vegas' cup and some mildly calming herbs in everyone else's.

Lastly, she sets a pot of water on the stove to start some dinner for them.

Oh. He heard that? Shit. He thought he'd been quieter about that. Pete gave Kinn a smile and then focused on settling Vegas in, making sure that he was covered up and that his wounds hadn't torn open and so on. Everything looked good though. Whatever this doctor had done had helped.

"It's good to see you too, Khun Kinn." He paused then edited that because the stress was finally passing. "Kinn. Get some rest. I'll watch over Vegas."

As if he'd be anywhere else but his side right now.

He feels like he can finally relax now that Pete is doing so as well. He really was one of the good ones that got away. “Take care of him, Pete.” He was more than agreeable to speak to Vegas tomorrow. Now wasn’t a good time at all to fill his cousin in on what had happened or what was going on now. He had other potential fires to extinguish, namely the one that hovered over the good doctor like a shadow. As he passed through the kitchen, he noticed Wen Qing in the kitchen area and paused a moment.

“I can help, if you like.” He’s not the greatest cook, but he can assist in piecing something together. “Once I speak with your companion. He looked like he wanted a conversation.”

Kinn knew jealousy when he saw it and it was time he at least tried to tamp down that concern this Wanyin seemed to have.

And once again it's just him and Pete. A relief. He reaches out to Pete from where he lays and makes an annoyed sound.

"Help me sit up, Pete."

Whatever the others are doing, he's sure the doctor will be back soon with all sorts of doctor things: medicines and examinations. And Vegas just wants to sleep. This whole escape exhausted him.

Qing smiles at Kinn when he joins her in the kitchen. "Mm, if you'd like." Glancing toward her guard leopard, there's a slightly less-than-amused not to the expression and she returns her gaze to her guest. "Let me know if he gives you trouble. I meant it when I said you three were safe and welcome here."

She might have words with Cheng later about all of this.

While she waits for him to come back, she adds some honey to the teacups and eventually gets a tray together for everyone.

Pete moved over to help Vegas up and made sure that he was the one pulling the weight rather than the damaged muscles. And for that same reason, he moved to put his own body behind the injured man to make him lean against him him. He could support him easily and this would put less strain on him. Gently, he pressed a kiss to his cheek and fixed his hair a little

"After she's done you can sleep and I'll watch over you," he promised him quietly, fingers running through his hair to keep him calm.

Cheng didn't appreciate the implication that he was going to be problematic. He didn't know these people, one of them was severely injured, and everyone was acting as if he was going to fly off the handle and whip them all with Zidian! Okay, so that thought might have crossed his mind, but did they really think he'd do it?

Maybe he was in the way of all this.

Wen Qing only remembered him from the time when he was at his most volatile. These strangers were just that. They didn't know him. He didn't know them. At the very least, one of them was going to speak to him, which was a relief. He wanted to be at least aware of what was going on.

He leaves with Kinn to go talk and it's probably a good fifteen minutes before either of them returns.

Vegas couldn’t be more relieved that Pete was there. Even Kinn’s presence set him at ease. Something familiar in this strange place. He breathed out a sigh.

“This place is weird.” Then, “How long have you been here, Pete?”

Qing watches as the two sect leader types go outside with measuring tape or whatever they're doing. She finishes with the tea and picks up the tray to carry into her new patient's room.

She clears her throat in the doorway to alert them and goes to set it down near Vegas' bed. "This will have a bitter taste, but drink the herbs," she advices. "You as well, Khun Pete. I know you've all had a trying day."

"How are you feeling?" She carefully touches Vegas' forehead with her two fingers like before.

"I think I arrived when you did."

But he couldn't discuss more because the doctor came in. So he made sure he was supporting Vegas completely while staying out of her way. Nodding that he'd drink the tea and make sure that Vegas did too, he gently rubbed his hand over one of the man's arms to soothe him.

He was here for him. He wasn't going anywhere.

He's grateful for Pete's support. It more ways than one. This whole situation would be more harrowing if only Kinn were there.

Vegas turned his focus to Wen Qing and nodded in greeting when she came in. She won't find any sign of fever, that's been long gone along with the immediate danger. All the moving from the hospital to the new lodgings left him feeling exhausted and aching.

"Tired," he admitted. "A little sore."

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