Author: rockmysocks456 PM
Arthur's been acting rather strange lately. Eames decides to find out if it was something he's been hiding from the team. It is. NO SLASH! Just friendship.Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst/Hurt/Comfort - Arthur & Eames - Chapters: 7 - Words: 5,638 - Reviews: 23 - Favs: 28 - Follows: 12 - Updated: 09-11-10 - Published: 09-03-10 - Status: Complete - id: 6296229
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* Here it is everyone! The final chapter! I'm really glad you liked it, and those of you that didn't, can go roll their red, loaded die or spin a top or something (wow that was nerdy.) anyways... READ AND REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW!
Arthur felt a hot flush reach his cheeks as he saw his three team mates standing over him, looking at him with what appeared to be concern. Except for Eames who was smiling and nodding as if thinking, "Haha. Arthur's such a weakling."
Arthur decided it'd be best to show them he was fine, and so he stood- well, he did stand but his knees then seemed to turn into jelly, he quickly clutched the side of the chair for support and Cobb, Eames, and Yusuf had all stepped foward throwing out their arms to stop him from falling.
"I got it, I got it..." Arthur mumbled pushing their arms away, and... slowly sinking to the floor.
"Arthur! You alright?" Cobb asked panicked as the Point Man sunk into a sitting position against the fallen armchair.
Arthur had a dazed look in his eyes as he stared off into space.
The three other men looked at each other, each man wondering what was happening to Arthur. Eames decided to ask the person who was supposed to be the expert on this kind of thing.
"Dom, what's-what's happening to him?"
He had the slightest hint of worry in his voice which he hoped no one would notice. Cobb and Yusuf did.
"Well, when you extract something traumatic like that from a person's mind it can leave... after-affects. I think Yusuf, you did a study on the affects didn't you?"
Yusuf swallowed, eyeing Arthur with concern he said nervously, "Well, yes. And it's symptoms can include, loss of consciousness, confusion, and er- suicidal thoughts..."
"SUICIDE?" Eames yelled inquiringly, anger building in his voice.
"Well yes, the affects only last a few hours after- EAMES STOP HIM!"
Eames wheeled around and saw Arthur had extracted a pocket knife from his coat and had it pressed against his throat...
Eames quickly bent down and snatched it from him, swiftly slapping him across the face as he did so.
"Get ahold of yourself, Arthur!"
Arthur blinked suddenly, seeming to realize where he was again.
"We'll just have to watch him tonight." Cobb said simply.
"Don't worry about it, I've got some work to do, I'll watch him." Eames said.
"Are you sure? Yusuf or I could easily-"
"No, no. It's fine, really go get some sleep I'm sure you haven't in what, three weeks?" Eames told Cobb who smiled and left, Yusuf following suit.
"Alright," Eames said sighing as the door to the warehouse slammed shut, "C'mon, Arthur. Up you get, old boy..."
He took the younger man's arm, and half lifted him to his feet. He led him carefully towards the couch, but half-way there all the help Arthur was giving with getting him over there, was lost when his knees buckled as he fainted.
"No you don't!" Eames said quickly, grabbing him under the arms before he fell.
He dragged him the rest of the way over to the couch and laid him down on it. Keeping his eye on Arthur, he took a seat at the computer and set himself to work, every so often looking over at Arthur. He really didn't need to, as he appeared to be in a dead sleep.
Around 7'o clock in the morning, Eames stretched and took a sip from his coffee when the Point Man awoke, a bit disoriented.
"Eames?" He asked weakly, blinking as his eyes adjusted to bright rays of sunlight filtering in through the blinds, "What happened?"
"We did the extraction, you tried to kill yourself, and then passed out. Yusuf says you should be fine by now, darling..."
Arthur looked at him and said, sleep still clear in his voice, "Did you stay here all night?"
Eames nodded and Arthur looked taken aback. Lying back down, resting his head on his hands he said impressed, "You're a good friend."
Eames sighed, "Yeah. You owe me, darling."
THE END! (IF YOU DON'T REVIEW, ARTHUR MIGHT GET CONFUSED AS TO WHETHER OR NOT HE'S IN REALITY, AND WE ALL KNOW WHAT HAPPENS WHEN THAT OCCURS... *Cough, cough* Mal... REVIEW!)