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“-Ow, fucking hell....”
Dundee’s voice cuts through Barry’s thoughts. It was currently nearing midnight and instead of being at home in their bed sleeping the night away, they were on their way to the hospital. Dundee was currently suffering from a stab wound and was at the moment bleeding out. A hand was currently pressed to his abdomen, keeping pressure to the area. “What the fuck Dee... I should be sleeping right now,” he hears his husband grumble under his breath, hands gripping the steering wheel of their midnight blue colored Sultan.
“Yeah about that, I decided to fuck around with a local near the beach and they fucking stabbed me!” Dee shot back with a low groan as he shifted in his seat, pain immediately shooting up his spine. “Well why did you decide to fuck around with a local?! You know they don't give two shits about us and our problems,” Barry spat back and huffed. “Yeah, yeah, you’d think I’d fucking know that now, after being in the city for so fucking long.” Dundee’s breathing begins to get heavy, he was practically almost panting. “Fucking little shit, got me good too.” He spoke through gritted teeth. Barry let out a sigh and shook his head, “I swear to God if you bleed all over the seats I will bring you back and you kill myself!” “Well then you should have spent a bit extra and gotten fuckin’ leather seats,” Dundee argues. “Ah fuck you.” Barry gripes and turns his head back to look ahead of him, eyes focusing on the road. At an intersection he turned the wheel and the Sultan rolled around the corner smoothly. He took note of how little to no traffic there was and he was very thankful for that. There were hardly any police or locals on the street and he made it to the hospital within minutes.
“Stay here, I'll come around and get you out of the car,” Barry put the Sultan in park and he got out of the driver’s seat. He walked around back to the passenger door, pulled it open and helped his husband out of the car. He wrapped an around his waist and pulled Dundee’s arm on his shoulder so he was leaning on him. “Goddamn, this fuckin’ hurts!” Barry hears his husband groan out and he stops himself from rolling his eyes. “You’ll be fine you big baby.” A Doctor walked over to them from the desk once they walked in the front doors and began to help right away.
“What happened to him?”
“Oh he fought a local and lost.” Barry admits to the Doctor without any pause. The Doctor chuckled a bit and brought over a wheelchair to sit Dundee in. “I’ll go take care of him, do you mind waiting out here?” With a nod the Road Captain went over to sit down at the waiting area. He was surprised to see that Emma wasn’t on duty at the moment. Then again he didn’t really know when her schedule was.
Barry usually could sit still; however, lately after what Dundee had been through he was a little bit anxious to leave him alone and to be away from him. It was fucked up and he couldn’t quite explain it but it was just a thing now. He had Dundee PTSD or something like that. The Road Captain let out an elongated sigh and leaned against the wall of the waiting area. Fucking hell, he was stuck on this whirlwind of a man. If Dundee was a drug... he would be addicted to it and there was no quitting it. It was a quiet 20 minutes with Barry alone with just his thoughts. He could hear small voices here and there but not enough to fill the silence. At this point he could actually pinpoint random sounds coming from the hospital itself; a phone ringing from a few doors down, footsteps walking down a hallway or the sound of his heel making contact with the ground as his leg bounced anxiously. He was also unaware of the police car silently driving by the front of the hospital.
Finally Dundee’s voice slices through the silence and looks up from his hands to see the Doctor wheeling him out. He’s awake, sedated but he's there. Thank fuck. He lets out a small breath of relief and practically jumps off the seat. “Okay, Mr. Dundee here will be just fine. I’ve sedated him to get some sleep for now and I got a prescription of antibiotics that he needs to take just in case he begins to develop an infection.” She explained with kind and warm eyes. Barry nodded and smiled. “Thank you so much Doctor for taking care of my idiot husband," he nodded and walked over to Dundee who looks up just to stare at him.
“Hubbyyyyy” Barry’s face flushes and he lets out a nervous chuckle. “Yeah, yeah, Dee. It's me, your husband. Now let's go home and get you to bed," he sighs warmly and grabs the little baggy from the Doctor with all the meds he needed for Dundee. The taller BBMC member, wheeled the Prime Minister over to the car which was still parked at the front. Oops. He’d forgotten to park it properly. He took note of the piece of paper stuck to the wind shield. “Fucking... don’t tell me that they gave me a fucking parking ticket! I was literally here for like 30 minutes! Tops!” Barry huffed and he reached over to grab the paper from the windshield wiper.
‘Unauthorized parking violation! Please park in the correct parking area. Fine- 250 dollars. Payable to Los Santos Police Department. Issued by: Badge# 480. C.Steve’
Without a word he shoved the parking ticket in his pocket and helped Dundee back in the car. “Your cousin is a dick you know that?” Barry mumbled and all he got out of his husband was “Who?” “Nevermind, it's all good.” He quickly crumpled the parking ticket in his pocket before making sure his husband was settled in the seat, he got in the driver's seat and buckled up. The Road Captain put the car in drive and began to move out from the hospital and headed back home.
“You know, Dee...” Barry began; however, he didn’t get a response. He turned his head to see Dundee completely passed out. His mouth hung open as he snored his pain away. Barry let out a sigh and smiled to himself as he went through town, heading back to Vespucci where their home resided on the beach.
Turning into the Billabong alleyway, he pushed the gates open lightly with the front of the car and he slowly rolled down. At night the neighborhood was quiet, apart from the usual sirens here and there. Once he made it to the end of the alleyway, in front of the BBMC tagged wall, he shut off the engine and let out a long sigh. It had been a long night for sure. He got out of the car and walked around the side of the vehicle and pulled open the passenger side door. Dundee not being bothered at all by this. He leaned in and shook his husband awake slightly. “Dee, wake up. Time to go inside now.” He spoke softly.
“F-Fawk youuu,” Dundee groaned and attempted to push Barry away, not cooperating with waking up. “How rude, maybe I should fuckin’ let you sleep in the car!” he huffed and stood there. The taller man watching his husband fall back asleep in the passenger seat. He attempted to wake him up once more, pulling on him a little to get him up to his feet. Dundee groaned, eyes peeling open.
“Wha- where am I?” “We’re home. Let's get you inside to sleep,” Barry instructed and wrapped an arm around his husband, shifting his hold on him. However, the Prime Minister wasn’t coordinating his legs properly and at this point it would be faster and easier if he just picked him up. Without a word, he bent down with a sigh, wrapped an arm under Dundee’s knees and the other wrapped behind his lower back, pulling him close. “Tha- fuck?” He ignores the other man’s words as he brings him over to the back door of their home. He fumbled with his hands to unlock the door and he kicked it open before stepping inside. He left it open for a bit as he walked down the hall towards their bedroom. It took a bit, but it wasn't the first time Barry had done this rodeo before. It was a weekly thing that one of the BBMC members was hurt. He slowly lowered Dundee on the bed and began to peeled off the man's boots. After tossing them aside, he undressed the bearded man as best he could in the bed. "Alright Dee. I'll check on you in the morning. Good night." He mumbled quietly, quickly pressing a kiss to the top of the other man's head.
"G'night Bawwwy"
Barry uttered a swear word under his breath and sighed. He picked up the clothes and tossed them in the clothes hamper. The laundry would have to be done another day. He picked up his husband's boots and walked out to put them by the front door. He kicked off his own shoes and put them away as well before heading to the back door to close and lock it. At this point, he was exhausted so off to bed he went. Once he was ready for bed he slipped under the covers, careful not to disturb the snoring monster next to him. It didn't take long for him to slip off to sleep, hoping tomorrow would be a better day for their club, the BBMC.