( bad news doesn't travel as fast as ezra's husband, so anything tragic hasn't traveled across the pond. it's the end of ezra's shift. he heads back into his office to square away the last of his patient notes before grabbing a drink with elena. with their schedules conflicting, they'd had it on the books for weeks. he plays at being busy when she wants him to join her for town events. some, he makes, but for the most part, he tries to stay under the radar. especially when he's tailing her. but tonight, tonight's a part of his cover.
and, maybe, there's this real friendship forming between them.
maybe, tonight he'll admit it's not always easy to be far away from the husband she questions him having. he's invisible. is he real? he lives in canada, doesn't he? no. he travels, ezra tells her.
but their lives aren't easy, and he worries for as crafty as david is, his work is dangerous.
he's at the light switch, flicking it off, hand on his door handle. )
[So Bonnie may have been a little right about him trying to handle it on his own. But maybe only a little.
He knew that he needed to do it his way, however. If they handled it the Bonnie way, there was less of a chance of them all making it out alive. The hunters had been prepared for the magic of Glinda the Good - they weren't prepared for someone like him, to their detriment.
This isn't to say that the hunters didn't get their licks in, however. In addition to the gunshot wound in his shoulder, Ezra's husband is also now sporting a nasty knife wound to the gut and few broken ribs, but he's still standing when they're not. He doesn't hesitate to find the nearest doorway, channeling the last of his focus and energy on his husband's office.
As Ezra reaches for the door handle, it opens and his bloody husband stumbles into him. It's not intentional, but now that Ezra is making himself a roadblock, David hopes his husband is going to catch him.]
( He's not ready, no. It happens in the blink of an eye, the door opens as he opens it against him, with a speed he doesn't anticipate. He dropping backwards and quickly flings his wrist. )
Moveantur!
( One of his chairs surges forward, and David lands with his back against cushioning.
Ezra is dropped to his knees but the chair holds him upright.
Dave.
( He straightens up, leaning forward, checking his vitals and lifting himself higher. )
[The glibness will not be appreciated, he knows this. But he's going to do it anyway. Because what else is he going to do when he shows up covered in blood - not all of it his.]
I'm home.
[He glances around at the rest of the room and realizes they're in his office.]
( He's checking for signs of his husband's injuries. He pushes one arm of his jacket off. He was shot in his shoulder. He carefully removes the other sleeve of his jacket. As he pulls up on the t-shirt, he throws one hand back quickly. )
Abi.
( His door slams a little too hard. Another quick of his wrist and the blinds come down.
He removes his shirt. )
Your wound's not infected ( that is, he says, hovering a palm over the bullet hole. ) and they didn't use a witch killing bullet. What happened?
Remember witch town, in London? The Brightons' coven?
[Because names are everything in this business. He tries not to wince as Ezra moves him around, but he does his best not to impede the process of treating him.]
Hunters hit them. Hard. I don't know the full damage, but they definitely took out a good chunk of the leadership.
( Who he was going to meet for drinks. Guess he's standing her up. )
I'll spell my office shut, ( He starts, turning and using both hands, tracing something in the air. Quickly, a wall of red materializes and then dissipates. ) no janitor's getting in here. Come on.
( Coming around, he carefully foists him up, turning back to his closet. )
Do you have enough juice to get us home? Yours. Your herbs and alchemy. We do this old school.
[David nods slowly as he settles an arm around his husband's shoulder, letting him lead towards the door.]
Yeah. Yeah, I've got it.
[All it takes is a few steps and the door to the closet becomes the door to David's lab, full of vials and jars of varying herbs, as well as a couch Ezra can dump him on as he works.]
( Sorry, David, but he does in fact carefully, but quite haphazardly dump you onto that couch.
Still in his scrubs, Ezra finds one of his floor to ceiling cabinets. )
You're going to have to walk me through this.
( But first, he news -- the spyglass lens. Bringing that back over, he runs it above the bullet hole, which is at least through and through and the knife cut. )
They got you deep. And, I think ( He moves the lens back. ) They shot you with a wooden bullet. Can you feel your arm?
[He shifts his injured shoulder a bit, just giving it a small roll. He's in pain, but he can still move it. He also wiggles his fingers to check to make sure his hand will still useful.]
Here's where you come in. Point me in the direction of something that will make it hurt less. Recovery will be a bitch, but you might not feel a thing. Name it, I'll grab it.
( He's here for your pleasure. Not that kind of pleasure. )
( He comes closer, leaving the top of the jar on the shelf, getting to his knees again. )
I get it.
( He pulls out two pieces, feeding them both to him before setting the jar down. )
Chew, close your eyes and think of England.
( Letting him start chewing, Ezra finally leans forward again, carefully sticking a finger inside his wound, he looks away and digs around, picturing his progress. )
You know, before our wedding night my mother actually said that to me. Minus the chewing part.
That's an old adage. You've never heard of it. Not on TV?
( When did his husband have the time, he knows. But, questioning his pop culture (or just plain old) knowledge feels like a good use of a distraction.
Ezra's mother also likes David. A lot. She asks about him more than Ezra says.
Finding his prize, so to speak, he quickly removes what remains of the bullet and sets it down in a nearby basin. )
Thing shrunk because it splintered out. ( He looks up at his husband again. ) Still with me? I need to pack it, and also undo the tearing in your abdomen. Someone brought a witch to a knife fight. What happened to the other guy?
[He nods drowsily, because yes, he is still there. The pain is not great, and he would very much like to be unconscious, but he can tough it out. He's had to manage worse.]
Other guy might have gotten shot by one of his friends when he was trying to shoot me.
[You don't bring claws to a gun fight, but you also don't bring guns to a witch fight.]
Whoever it was that did this, they were prepared. Organized. They had been planning this hit for months.
In this particular instance, yes. But I think they're equal opportunity on the kinds of supernatural creatures they'll take out if given the opportunity.
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and, maybe, there's this real friendship forming between them.
maybe, tonight he'll admit it's not always easy to be far away from the husband she questions him having. he's invisible. is he real? he lives in canada, doesn't he? no. he travels, ezra tells her.
but their lives aren't easy, and he worries for as crafty as david is, his work is dangerous.
he's at the light switch, flicking it off, hand on his door handle. )
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He knew that he needed to do it his way, however. If they handled it the Bonnie way, there was less of a chance of them all making it out alive. The hunters had been prepared for the magic of Glinda the Good - they weren't prepared for someone like him, to their detriment.
This isn't to say that the hunters didn't get their licks in, however. In addition to the gunshot wound in his shoulder, Ezra's husband is also now sporting a nasty knife wound to the gut and few broken ribs, but he's still standing when they're not. He doesn't hesitate to find the nearest doorway, channeling the last of his focus and energy on his husband's office.
As Ezra reaches for the door handle, it opens and his bloody husband stumbles into him. It's not intentional, but now that Ezra is making himself a roadblock, David hopes his husband is going to catch him.]
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Moveantur!
( One of his chairs surges forward, and David lands with his back against cushioning.
Ezra is dropped to his knees but the chair holds him upright.
Dave.
( He straightens up, leaning forward, checking his vitals and lifting himself higher. )
David.
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[The glibness will not be appreciated, he knows this. But he's going to do it anyway. Because what else is he going to do when he shows up covered in blood - not all of it his.]
I'm home.
[He glances around at the rest of the room and realizes they're in his office.]
Sort of.
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( He's checking for signs of his husband's injuries. He pushes one arm of his jacket off. He was shot in his shoulder. He carefully removes the other sleeve of his jacket. As he pulls up on the t-shirt, he throws one hand back quickly. )
Abi.
( His door slams a little too hard. Another quick of his wrist and the blinds come down.
He removes his shirt. )
Your wound's not infected ( that is, he says, hovering a palm over the bullet hole. ) and they didn't use a witch killing bullet. What happened?
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[Because names are everything in this business. He tries not to wince as Ezra moves him around, but he does his best not to impede the process of treating him.]
Hunters hit them. Hard. I don't know the full damage, but they definitely took out a good chunk of the leadership.
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( The lightswitch flips up again too, the harsh fluorescents bathing David and Ezra in light. )
And your insides. Were these hunters taking a page out of the West Side Story, script. Dave.
( He regards him, then. )
What do you want. Do you want me to admit you, to take me home? Torch this chair?
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[He generally trusts his husband to recommend the best medical care, whether that be private or more public like a hospital.]
So long as it doesn't blow your cover with the doppelganger.
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( Who he was going to meet for drinks. Guess he's standing her up. )
I'll spell my office shut, ( He starts, turning and using both hands, tracing something in the air. Quickly, a wall of red materializes and then dissipates. ) no janitor's getting in here. Come on.
( Coming around, he carefully foists him up, turning back to his closet. )
Do you have enough juice to get us home? Yours. Your herbs and alchemy. We do this old school.
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Yeah. Yeah, I've got it.
[All it takes is a few steps and the door to the closet becomes the door to David's lab, full of vials and jars of varying herbs, as well as a couch Ezra can dump him on as he works.]
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Still in his scrubs, Ezra finds one of his floor to ceiling cabinets. )
You're going to have to walk me through this.
( But first, he news -- the spyglass lens. Bringing that back over, he runs it above the bullet hole, which is at least through and through and the knife cut. )
They got you deep. And, I think ( He moves the lens back. ) They shot you with a wooden bullet. Can you feel your arm?
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[He shifts his injured shoulder a bit, just giving it a small roll. He's in pain, but he can still move it. He also wiggles his fingers to check to make sure his hand will still useful.]
It hurts like hell, but I can feel it.
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( He sets the lens aside, kneeling down again. He holds a hand over the wound in his chest. )
Invenio silvam caeli.
( Slowly, splinter push their way out of vessels, surfaces, and crevices inside his body, one by one sliding out, sticking to his palm. )
Arce sanitatum.
( The small openings from the slivers left behind repair themselves. Ezra's palm catches fire and the splinters go up in smoke. He exhales. )
I'm going to have to pull the bullet out.
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Any chance this is the kind of thing that "quick and painless" or "just a pinch" would apply to?
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( He's here for your pleasure. Not that kind of pleasure. )
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[He turns and tries to point with his good arm.]
Top shelf, all the way to the right.
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Do I use it like this, grind it up, make a paste.
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Fastest delivery route is to chew it. Or in this case, use it as something to bite down on while you fish around in my bullet hole.
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I get it.
( He pulls out two pieces, feeding them both to him before setting the jar down. )
Chew, close your eyes and think of England.
( Letting him start chewing, Ezra finally leans forward again, carefully sticking a finger inside his wound, he looks away and digs around, picturing his progress. )
You know, before our wedding night my mother actually said that to me. Minus the chewing part.
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He actually likes Ezra's mother, superficially speaking, but some of the things she says are a bit much.]
Where does she get these things?
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( When did his husband have the time, he knows. But, questioning his pop culture (or just plain old) knowledge feels like a good use of a distraction.
Ezra's mother also likes David. A lot. She asks about him more than Ezra says.
Finding his prize, so to speak, he quickly removes what remains of the bullet and sets it down in a nearby basin. )
Thing shrunk because it splintered out. ( He looks up at his husband again. ) Still with me? I need to pack it, and also undo the tearing in your abdomen. Someone brought a witch to a knife fight. What happened to the other guy?
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Other guy might have gotten shot by one of his friends when he was trying to shoot me.
[You don't bring claws to a gun fight, but you also don't bring guns to a witch fight.]
Whoever it was that did this, they were prepared. Organized. They had been planning this hit for months.
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( He's followed that philosophy, too. )
Against witches. Strictly? Chew.
( But, also talk while chewing. Keep talking. )
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In this particular instance, yes. But I think they're equal opportunity on the kinds of supernatural creatures they'll take out if given the opportunity.
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( In groups big enough to send his husband hurtling back injured. )
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