The door creaked open, and Wild Tiger stuck his head through the small opening. He expected to see the back of an unhappy Barnaby, but no one was standing around in the cramped spaced. Could the man have gone on without him? Well, he supposed it was possibly even if it didn't put Tiger at ease. They hadn't been able to reach their goal last night, and with how adamant Barnaby had been to find him a flower, maybe he figured he had a better shot of retrieving it without the older man.
Part of him wanted to revel in that self-loathing, but he forced himself to walk into the room for a better look. In an instant, he felt bad for doubting his partner for even a moment. For whatever reason, Barnaby was laid out in bed like he had been. He wondered if it was simply exhaustion or something the Head Doctor had done to them. Well, regardless, Wild Tiger stood beside his bed and softly spoke his name to wake him. "Bunny," he cooed as if he were trying to wake up a child before school. "Bunny, wake up."
When he got no response, the former Hero grunted and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, Bunny," he murmured softly again. It was actually really bad to wake someone with loud noises, so he kept his voice pleasant, but the longer this drew out, the more worried Tiger became. He had a hard time believing Barnaby was a deep sleeper, not with the unpredictable hours they put in for their job. A deep sleeper would learn rather quickly to adjust their tendencies or they would never make it on set.
This time he jostled him by the shoulder, realizing how limp he was under the heavy motion. It brought up so many warning flags that the older man felt like he was going to choke. "Shit!" Pulling one of Barnaby's hands from under the sheets, he felt for a pulse. Strange enough, his pulse was just fine. Pursing his lips into a bewildered frown, Tiger leaned over again and tried rousing him once more. "Bunny! C'mon, wake up! We got called!" He hoped the lie would trigger something deep in his subconscious, but he didn't move.
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Part of him wanted to revel in that self-loathing, but he forced himself to walk into the room for a better look. In an instant, he felt bad for doubting his partner for even a moment. For whatever reason, Barnaby was laid out in bed like he had been. He wondered if it was simply exhaustion or something the Head Doctor had done to them. Well, regardless, Wild Tiger stood beside his bed and softly spoke his name to wake him. "Bunny," he cooed as if he were trying to wake up a child before school. "Bunny, wake up."
When he got no response, the former Hero grunted and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, Bunny," he murmured softly again. It was actually really bad to wake someone with loud noises, so he kept his voice pleasant, but the longer this drew out, the more worried Tiger became. He had a hard time believing Barnaby was a deep sleeper, not with the unpredictable hours they put in for their job. A deep sleeper would learn rather quickly to adjust their tendencies or they would never make it on set.
This time he jostled him by the shoulder, realizing how limp he was under the heavy motion. It brought up so many warning flags that the older man felt like he was going to choke. "Shit!" Pulling one of Barnaby's hands from under the sheets, he felt for a pulse. Strange enough, his pulse was just fine. Pursing his lips into a bewildered frown, Tiger leaned over again and tried rousing him once more. "Bunny! C'mon, wake up! We got called!" He hoped the lie would trigger something deep in his subconscious, but he didn't move.
What the hell was wrong with him?!