LPfiction

Category Linkin Park

hello, handsome by Remy

seriously though chester needs to stop getting hurt all the time

Look who's survived her finals and come out more or less intact :D


(Hint: it's me.)


So what's the first LP-related thing I find out in my break? That Chester's hurt himself again, of course. What's my reaction, beyond the initial head-shaking and well-wishing and concern? To draw fanart and write fic, of course.


Here's the drawing:

Caption: "Did you fuckers really just put me in Kevlar and a fucking helmet, and then wrap me up in god damn bubble wrap?” Or, the one where the boys go a wee bit overboard in making sure Chester doesn't get hurt again.


And then I find out he's getting surgery. That, combined with my fifty-millionth rewatch of this video (www.youtube.com/watch?v=IqebEymqFS8) led to this.


//


Chester's a bit groggy still when he opens his eyes, blinking to try to clear the cobwebs from them. The lights are turned down low and he can only just barely make out the outlines of some dark shapes. Must be a hospital, going by the smell. Experimentally he tries to move his limbs - his arms move just fine, but one of his legs seems really heavy.


There's someone asleep in a chair next to his bed. He can't tell who it is - all that it's a guy, and he has really pretty dark hair. The man's chin is resting on his chest so that Chester (his name comes to him, a little late) can't see his face. He tries to speak, but all that comes out is "Whaaaaaa?"


Immediately the guy jerks awake, and pretty dark eyes focus on him. "You're awake," the man says, obvious relief in his voice. "How're you feeling?" With this, he rises from the chair and leans across Chester to press the button to call the nurse.


"Sleepy," Chester answers honestly. He can't get over this guy's presence in his room. Who's he, where did he come from?


He realizes he's said it out loud when the guy blinks, confused, and says, "What?"


Chester clears his throat in embarrassment, feeling his face go red. "I don't know who you are," he mumbles. "Are we - are we friends?"


The guy stares at him, his mouth slightly open. He's spared the effort of replying when the door opens and a nurse comes in. "How're you feeling?" the nurse asks Chester.


"Sleepy," Chester repeats to him. "How're you feeling?"


The nurse - his name-tag reads Macmillan - laughs. "I'm good, man," he replies goodnaturedly, checking Chester's vital signs and other medical stuff that Chester's too tired to keep up with. "It doesn't hurt, does it?"


"No," Chester tells him, and then asks, "What doesn't hurt?"


"Your foot," Macmillan tells him, gesturing towards his leg which, right, it's wrapped in bandages. "You broke your ankle, and we had to operate on it to fix it."


"I see." Chester doesn't see, seeing as he'd remember breaking his ankle, which he doesn't, but okay.


The stranger is still staring. "Is this normal?" he asks Macmillan, obviously concerned. "Him being so out of it?"


Macmillan nods. "Yeah, man, don't worry about it. He'll be fine once the drugs wear off."


"Drugs?" asks Chester. "Why'm I on drugs?"


"Because of the surgery," Macmillan informs him. "I'm gonna go now, okay? Call me if there's any problems."


"Okay," Chester says. He waits till Macmillan's left, and then turns to the stranger. "Do I know you?"


The stranger nods, absently running a hand down his face, and then scratching at his whiskery beard that would probably not look this good on someone else. "Yeah," he tells Chester, sitting back down in his seat. "My name is Mike."


"Hello, Mike," Chester greets him, offering a loopy grin. "My name's Chester."


"I know," Mike replies with a small, tired smile.


"You're very handsome," Chester tells him.


It's Mike's turn to turn red. "Wha- thanks," he says, looking a mixture of nonplussed and flattered.


"Are we friends?" Chester asks. It feels like they're quite close, but he can't really put his finger on it.


"Uh... sort of?" Mike answers. "We're, uh, we're kind of together?" His uncertain way of phrasing it makes it sound like a question.


Chester goggles at him. "We're what?" he asks.


"Yeah," Mike tells him with a shy grin, and holy shit--


"No fuckin' way," Chester says in disbelief. "There is no way I'm with you, holy shit, really?"


Mike nods. "Um... yes."


"Holy shit," repeats Chester, conveying his continuing disbelief by staring at Mike with his mouth open. "No way I got that lucky. Seriously - I'm with you?"


"Yes," Mike tells him again, and now he's smiling. "Yes, really."


"No fuckin' way," Chester says again, and he's aware he sounds like a broken record but holy fuck, holy shit, he can't believe he's with this utterly hot guy. Or more likely, that someone like Mike, severely handsome Mike, would deign to be with him.


"I've got proof," Mike grins. He pulls out his wallet, extracts a picture from it and hands it to Chester. It's a picture of both of them, a selfie it looks like. Chester's making weird faces at the camera, and Mike's been captured mid-laugh.


"No way," Chester reiterates, handing the picture back.


"Yes way," laughs Mike.


"But - but you're so handsome," Chester informs him. "How did I end up with you?"


Mike's a bit pink, but he's smiling. "Well... I just really liked you from the first time we met," he summarizes. "We kinda had our heads way far up our asses for some time there... but we got them out. Eventually."


"Good thing, too," Chester says fervently, and grins goofily at Mike. "God damn, I can't believe I'm with you."


Mike leans forward and pecks him on the lips. "Well, I wouldn't have it any other way," he says with a full, proper smile. "And you should probably go back to sleep. You're tired and drugged to your ears. Maybe you'll remember me properly when you wake up."


"Okay," agrees Chester. "But only because you said so. I'm not really sleepy." He negates his own statement by following it with a wide yawn.


"If you say so," says Mike agreeably. He brings the thin hospital sheet up to Chester's chin, and stoops to kiss his forehead. "Get some rest now. I'll be here when you wake up."


"Okay," Chester says again happily. Damn, a lot of repetition going on. What even are these drugs?


"The good stuff," Mike tells him with a grin, and he realizes he's said that out loud. Again.


"Shit," he says ruefully. "I should probably shut up, right? This is getting embarrassing."


"I promise I won't use this as blackmail material," Mike says solemnly. "Even though it is actually excellent for that purpose."


"True love," sighs Chester happily. "The perks are amazing."


Mike laughs, and intertwines his fingers with Chester's, the hand that doesn't have an IV in it. "Go to sleep," he says, rubbing his thumb over Chester's knuckles. "You're not really making any sense."


"'Kay, 'night," Chester says happily, and closes his eyes. "You're like, really awesome," he adds sleepily. "I'm so glad we're together."


"Me too," Mike assures him. He sits with Chester until he's asleep, before gently untangling his fingers from Chester's and getting himself comfortable on the second cot in the room.


He did promise to stay.


//


"Drugged as hell and you forgot everything," Mike tells him the next morning. Chester's just staring at him in embarrassed disbelief, hair sticking up everywhere, his expression flat and unamused at Mike's obvious mirth. "You kept talking about how good-looking I am."


"Well, at least I wasn't lying," mumbles Chester, glaring halfheartedly. It's kind of canceled out by how he's absently tapping his fingers on Mike's arm, tracing random patterns every now and then.


"You were not," agrees Mike with a grin. "I wish I'd recorded it."


"You swore you wouldn't use it for blackmail material!" Chester exclaims.


"I will keep that promise," Mike assures him, grinning wider. "But I reserve the right to tease you about it."


"You're terrible," grouches Chester.


"Funny, that's not what you were saying last night," Mike replies, and cracks up at his own joke.


"Hilarious," mutters Chester, but he's very obviously failing at trying to hide a smile of his own.


Mike kisses his cheek. "Well, drugged you thinks I'm awesome, and that's the only opinion I care about."


This time Chester doesn't bother trying to hide his smile. "Sober me agrees with drugged me," he answers playfully.


"Good to know," laughs Mike.


//


He totally lied, though - he's got a precious few minutes of video on his cell phone. Chester doesn't find out until months later, at which point there is an argument. Mike would take the argument a lot more seriously if Chester doesn't keep on laughing at his own drugged shenanigans throughout.


//


Here it is, then. Feedback is greatly valued.


(And by that what I really mean is that I'm a review whore.)


Love,

Remy x

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