hannawolfcross:

moderngalahad:

"The story is I swerved to avoid hitting someone, and spun into a tree, so you could take the truck out to a good back road, and slam the side into an actual tree. Less work. Dirt road so we don’t need to worry about skidmarks."

"Uh… I’ll ask Mrs. B. to do it. Cuz. Y’know… Can’t drive." The were chuckled nervously and then opened the laptop to ring Justine. "Here’s hoping Mom doesn’t freak out too badly."

The hunter thought about it. “Yeah she’d probably get a kick out of playing bumper cars with nature. She’ll need Conrad’s help unloading the back of the truck.”

hannawolfcross:

moderngalahad:

"All right. I suppose it wouldn’t be fair to put it all on you to tell her what happened." The hunter smiled sympathetically. "I don’t mind helping. Car accident, right?" He had that story down pat since he needed it for work.

"Car accident. Definitely the car accident. Speaking of which, I should probably ask what kind of damage I need to do to the truck so that when it goes in, the car crash is believable."

"The story is I swerved to avoid hitting someone, and spun into a tree, so you could take the truck out to a good back road, and slam the side into an actual tree. Less work. Dirt road so we don’t need to worry about skidmarks."

Hanna went home to get the laptop and brought it back to Hellsing. Perhaps it’d be best if Justine could at least see Galahad was getting the treatment he needed. Less stress on Mom was a good idea.

"Hey Alex? I got the laptop. I thought we should skype Mom and tell her together. Plus… Being in a hospital room, she might worry less since you’re being taken care of and can see you’re okay."

"All right. I suppose it wouldn’t be fair to put it all on you to tell her what happened." The hunter smiled sympathetically. "I don’t mind helping. Car accident, right?" He had that story down pat since he needed it for work.

How We Are

Hanna had pushed the couch in his husband’s hospital room so it was right up against the bed, not wanting to sleep too far from him. Not only did his instincts crave being near him, but then also if his husband needed him, he was right there. The nurses didn’t seem to mind, it kept the buzzer from going of as the were would go and politely ask for something if he couldn’t get it for Galahad himself.

Sitting propped up on the sofa, one hand holding his husband’s as they watched The Lord of the Rings trilogy (might as well since they had lots of time), the ginger leaned over and gave his husband a kiss. “Need anything, Alex?”

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hannawolfcross:

moderngalahad:

The hunter gave Lizzie a sad smile. “Saying it was a bad hunt is a lie, too. And it might make her scared if she knew I got hurt at work. Then she’d worry all the time, because she’d think that this could happen again, even though it won’t. We can’t tell Grandma the real truth, so we have to decide which lie is better. I wish we didn’t have to.”

"… Car crash then," Elizabeth said sadly, "Grandma doesn’t need to worry all the time. That will hurt her."

"Exactly, sweetie. This way, she’s not worrying too badly. And who knows. Maybe she’ll come visit to help take care of your Papa? After all. Broken legs can take time to heal."

"She’ll probably insist. At least one visit. Hopefully Lizzie will be nice and share Grandma with me." The hunter winked at Elizabeth.

hannawolfcross:

moderngalahad:

The hunter nodded. “You can say it was a bad hunt if it makes it easier to tell to her. I know it’s hard to lie to parents… But if you can manage it, a car accident would probably be best. Easier to keep the story straight.”

"Car accident. I don’t like lying to Mom. But while a car accident is still bad, it’s less stressful than the truth. I think that’d upset her more."

"No. Don’t lie to Grandma! Tell her it was a bad hunt," Lizzie said, "Lying’s not nice. I know we gotta do it sometimes because of the things that are done. But Grandma deserves the truth, Daddy! Don’t you agree, Papa?"

The hunter gave Lizzie a sad smile. “Saying it was a bad hunt is a lie, too. And it might make her scared if she knew I got hurt at work. Then she’d worry all the time, because she’d think that this could happen again, even though it won’t. We can’t tell Grandma the real truth, so we have to decide which lie is better. I wish we didn’t have to.”

hannawolfcross:

moderngalahad:

"Sure." The hunter smiled. "So.. what did you do with daddy earlier? Play a game? Read any books?" He patted a safe, empty spot on the bed inviting Lizzie over. "Since I’m going to be here a few days, maybe you could read to me."

"I was planning on it," Elizabeth said as she moved from Hanna to sit next to the hunter, "And mostly Daddy played Barbie with me. He played the servants and I was the princess~!" The girl beamed and giggled. "Maybe we can play with the Barbies too when Daddy’s working?"

The image of the hunter holding a bright pink Barbie doll was too hilarious, making Hanna try to hold in a chuckle. “I’m so taking pictures or asking someone to take pictures for me if this happens. Mom will need to see them. Speaking of which… Do you want me to call her and tell her that you were in a car accident? She’d want us to tell her.”

But no way in hell did Hanna think it would be wise to say the real reason her son was so badly injured.

The hunter nodded. “You can say it was a bad hunt if it makes it easier to tell to her. I know it’s hard to lie to parents… But if you can manage it, a car accident would probably be best. Easier to keep the story straight.”

hannawolfcross:

moderngalahad:

The hunter pursed his lips and shook his head a little. No need to go into detail around Lizzie.

"Tell you what, Lizzie. How about we both dress up as mummies for Halloween? Or zombies. You and Felda are trick-or-treating in America with us, right? I know.." The hunter cuts off for a second with a grimace before continuing (ribs). "I know you can’t have most of the candy, but we can make our own treats."

"If Mum says we can, yeah. Can my big brother come with us? He probably doesn’t get to trick or treat at the hospital! And Felda doesn’t get to see him ever. Please, Papa?"

"Sure." The hunter smiled. "So.. what did you do with daddy earlier? Play a game? Read any books?" He patted a safe, empty spot on the bed inviting Lizzie over. "Since I’m going to be here a few days, maybe you could read to me."

hannawolfcross:


"Well. You were hurt pretty badly. But I’m glad you’re you again. And that… You didn’t have to stay a werewolf." Hanna couldn’t help looking a bit sad. While he was thrilled his mate was human again. It was still a sore spot that he had never been given the choice.

"Papa was a werewolf?!"

"Only for a little while. And you should apologize. He got hurt very badly," the ginger said sternly.

"I’m sorry, Papa. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. But you still kind of look like a mummy."

Hanna rolled his eyes. “Dr. Pritchard said you’re gonna be here a couple of days at least. And that you’re on antibiotics and stuff cuz you did have a couple infections. But the good news is you didn’t become immediatley malnourished. And you didn’t instantly lose all the blood. I mean… You lost some cuz of the wounds reopening. But you didn’t go back to immediately how you were before I bit you.”

The hunter pursed his lips and shook his head a little. No need to go into detail around Lizzie.

"Tell you what, Lizzie. How about we both dress up as mummies for Halloween? Or zombies. You and Felda are trick-or-treating in America with us, right? I know.." The hunter cuts off for a second with a grimace before continuing (ribs). "I know you can’t have most of the candy, but we can make our own treats."

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hannawolfcross:

moderngalahad:

"Already ahead of you there. Showered, too. I’ll be right out."

The hunter came out of the room a couple minutes later. He’d left his clothes carefully folded up on a chair.

It was two hours after the transformation that Hanna and Lizzie were allowed to go see the hunter. It had been a difficult change back to humanity with the extreme amount of injuries, the hunter bandaged almost completely from head to toe.

Hanna held his daughter close as he walked slowly to his husband. “Hey… Alex… How’re you feeling?”

Probably like shit. That was a bad thing to ask.

"Is Papa gonna be a mummy for Halloween, Daddy? He’s already got the costume."

"I’m gonna remember you said that after they take this cast off," the hunter mumbled. He slowly opened his good eye to look over at Lizzie, then stuck his tongue out at her.

"Mmph. My whole body feels like lead," he admitted to Hanna. "But I suppose that’s better than hurting." His speech was choppy, broken up by small breaths of air because he didn’t want to breathe deep and aggravate his ribs.

hannawolfcross:

moderngalahad:

The hunter shook his head. “I’m probably going to need another hospital gown when I get back, though. No matter how careful you are, I’m pretty sure I’m going to get this one a little bloody.” He said it lightly, to try and hide how nervous he was. Usually when he walked into a room knowing he was going  to leave covered in bites and cuts, he was armed with a big gun, and he had on his pants. Usually.

"We’ll have a replacement brought in after with a fresh change of sheets," Pritchard said, "No go ahead and change. I’ll wait outside the door to give you some privacy. Also, if you need to use the restroom, now’s the time to do so. It’ll be a bit harder after you change back."

"Already ahead of you there. Showered, too. I’ll be right out."

The hunter came out of the room a couple minutes later. He’d left his clothes carefully folded up on a chair.

hannawolfcross:

moderngalahad:

The hunter kissed back and squeezed Hanna’s hand. “I love you, too. There’s no need to worry. This is just.. a more intense version of resetting a badly healed bone, right? Good luck explaining to Lizzie.” He gave Hanna a weak smile.

"I’m sure she’ll understand. She’s a precocious little thing. I’m gonna go play with her and Felda until one of the maids or butlers comes to get me." Hanna waved good-bye to his husband and headed for the kids’ room. He had missed them. So spending time with them would be a good thing.

Dr. Pritchard watched Nurse Malloy follow him out, trying to reassure the nervous were before he got too far. The then motioned for the hunter to follow him, heading towards where the hunter would be staying. “We are going to ask that you put on a hospital gown, as this will be like going to one after a car crash, though the nurses have been informed of how you’ve received your injuries so they’re not surprised by them. We do not often treat vampire bites since the vampire here, when they bite someone, turn them into ghouls or zombies. Some creature of that nature.”

The doctor opened the door to the room and motioned for the hunter to step inside. It was a clean and impressive room with a window to the courtyard. “The gown is on the bed. I’ll leave you to change. Any questions?”

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The hunter shook his head. “I’m probably going to need another hospital gown when I get back, though. No matter how careful you are, I’m pretty sure I’m going to get this one a little bloody.” He said it lightly, to try and hide how nervous he was. Usually when he walked into a room knowing he was going  to leave covered in bites and cuts, he was armed with a big gun, and he had on his pants. Usually.

hannawolfcross:


Hanna put the ring in the pouch with his shift suppressor to make sure he didn’t lose it. He took his husband’s hand in his and leaned up to kiss him. “Alright. Let’s head over then.”

The were chanted the spell for his watch and after a brief flurry of wind, they were in Hellsing’s main office. The lady knight was currently absent, but there was a nurse waiting. “Sirs. I’m here to take the patient to the medical wing.”

Hanna kept holding his husband’s hand as they walked to the medical wing of the facility. He was nervous. He didn’t like knowing his husband was going to be in so much pain. Hopefully he could distract himself with Lizzie while that was happening.

Dr. Pritchard smiled at the sight of the two men. “Ah. Welcome back to the medical wing. Nurse Malloy here can take Hanna to the waiting area since we’re going straight to a surgical room.”

The ginger whined and gave his husband another kiss. “I love you.”

The hunter kissed back and squeezed Hanna’s hand. “I love you, too. There’s no need to worry. This is just.. a more intense version of resetting a badly healed bone, right? Good luck explaining to Lizzie.” He gave Hanna a weak smile.

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hannawolfcross:

moderngalahad:

The hunter flashed a thin smile. “I don’t imagine waiting will make me any more ready.” He wasn’t keen on voluntarily subjecting himself to all of his old injuries and letting himself nearly bleed out again, but the last few days had been a sort of strange limbo, like he’d never really come home from the manor. Everything was too okay. He didn’t hurt, he was bonding with his husband, and nothing was really wrong. Maybe changing back and letting himself recover from his injuries would help him deal with all of that.

"Do we need to pack anything before we head over?"

"I don’t think so. Hellsing has everything on hand. But maybe take a shower? You’re gonna have casts and stuff on after you change back so being clean first might be a good idea." Hanna rubbed at the back of his head, trying to think of anything that his husband might need and worried about him being in so much pain. "I think that’s the only thing."

"That’s a good idea. It’ll help keep down chances of infection, too." Not a pleasant thought, but oh well. "I can be ready to go in fifteen."

The hunter cleaned up as thoroughly as he could so he’d be less trouble for the nurses. When he came back in to the living room, the hunter was twisting his wedding ring (which he’d been thrilled to find was recovered) around on his finger. He pulled it off and pressed it into Hanna’s hand.

"I don’t have much experience in formal hospitals, but I’m pretty sure they’ll remove any jewelry for the operation. I’d like you to hold onto it in the meantime."

"Hey. Dr. Pritchard just messaged me. He says he’s ready for you," Hanna said as he held his phone in his hand, "You ready to be human again?"

The hunter flashed a thin smile. “I don’t imagine waiting will make me any more ready.” He wasn’t keen on voluntarily subjecting himself to all of his old injuries and letting himself nearly bleed out again, but the last few days had been a sort of strange limbo, like he’d never really come home from the manor. Everything was too okay. He didn’t hurt, he was bonding with his husband, and nothing was really wrong. Maybe changing back and letting himself recover from his injuries would help him deal with all of that.

"Do we need to pack anything before we head over?"