Location: Camp Lava Lake Trail Head
Skills: Singing
”Yaaaas. Can't wait to hear that bell.” Though Demi was skeptical of the choice in food. A quiche? What are they French-Canadian? But he'd take about anything right now, and just hope to Bowie that it's filling. What was more pressing was what the hell did Zeke have to talk to him about? He knew what he wanted, but Zeke? That…scared him. Maybe he'd spoken to Nancy and decided he didn't want to go steady, or maybe he just looked at his sister when he mentioned talking to hint they needed privacy? Maybe talking was code for a hot make out sesh. Demi certainly didn't know, and was apprehensive to find out.
”Zeke you have plenty of time to be embarrassed by your sister and myself later, for now let's leave the lovely ladies alone to nature while we go have a private chat about HAM how to's and don't's.” Demi dragged Zeke away, waving goodbye to Nancy as they went their separate ways. He figured the best place to talk was up where the radio was. It was secluded, small, and fit the cover story well enough. Once they entered the room, Demi closed the door and leaned in it rather nervously.
”OK, time to fess up, I didn't actually want to talk HAM. I mean we can if you want to but that's not why I pulled you up here. I…fuck ok how I put this?” Demi took a deep breath before continuing.
”I didn't want to pester Nancy because I don't need her to feel like she's useless or defective or weak, because she's not, but… I don't worry about what'll happen if she has a seizure. I don't know the proper steps to help or what to do and…what if you're not around when it happens I just…someone else should know, as a back up…I think…”Ezekiel stumbled back, waving dumbly at his sister and Emily before he was unceremoniously dumped into the small room with the HAM radio. Zeke walked closer to get a better look at it. Behind him, Demi started to ramble. Ezekiel turned around, realizing his boyfriend was starting to spiral. Zeke listened to Demi explain how he wanted to help Nancy, too. Zeke chuckled and shook his head. He closed the distance between them, placed his hands on Demi's cheeks and looked him in the eyes.
”Do shut up,” he said before kissing Demi deeply. After a few moments Zeke pulled back.
”Funnily enough, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. Nancy is comfortable with me telling you the dos and don'ts should she seize if I'm not around, and I want you to teach me how to work this contraption,” Zeke said, gesturing to the magic radio box behind them.
Demi froze the instant Zeke kissed him. Staring blankly when he pulled back.
”Wait uh, can you run that by me again my brains all fuzzy. Maybe start with the kiss.” Ezekiel laughed.
”I said, yes, I can teach you how to help Nancy,” Zeke said and pecked Demi’s lips.
”And I would like you to help me with the HAM radio,” he said with another kiss.
”I feel like it was more of a –” Demi leaned in and kissed Zeke deeply, pushing them onto the table the radio was on.
”Like that. But before we go any further maybe let's talk shop and afterwards I could use my mouth for more than just talking.” His eyes drifted downwards.
Zeke opened his mouth to speak, but Demi continued, looking down suggestively. Zeke blushed and rubbed the back of his neck.
”Yes, preferably no distractions right now,” he said, clearing his throat and shifting away from Demetri.
”Tease. So, “ Demi pulled out his notebook that had been folded in half and tossed into his back pocket, taking a pen from the spiral as he looked at Zeke.
”Lets talk seizures”Ezekiel grinned at Demi’s preparedness. He almost threw his ‘no-distractions’ notion out the window. How could he not when his boyfriend was ready to take notes on how to care for his sister?
”Okay, how much do you know about seizures in general?””Uh…not much? Convulsions, foaming at the mouth, anger…wait that may be rabies…shit.” Demi chewed at the end of his pen as he tried to think.
Ezekiel laughed until tears formed and his stomach hurt.
”Oh my god, brilliant. I’m telling Nancy that. But honestly, you aren’t far off. There are different types of seizures but Nanc has Grand Mal, they are the big ones. She freezes first, and then the spasms can start. The most important thing though, is when she goes into a seizure, you have to turn her onto her side and clear the area around her. Don’t put anything in her mouth, that’ll make it worse, and you can talk to her. The other thing, where the HAM radio would come into play, is if she siezes longer than five minutes. So you can’t leave her side. Time it, and then send someone else to contact the police or hospital.”Demi stuck his tongue out, concentrating on what Zeke had to say as he wrote down some notes to remember. It was at this point he really wished he had a stopwatch. Maybe Dobbs would be able to snag him one from the store tonight if he asked during breakfast. It felt like a lot to take in, but then again it was a big task caring for anyone having a seizure. Quite literally life or death. That thought scared him.
”Five minutes, ok got it.” If Zeke looked over, the notes were fairly detailed, with a few sketches thrown in to help Demi remember a bit better. Like a stopwatch at 5 minutes, a spoon with an X through it, etc.
Zeke smiled, finding it endearing how diligent Demitri was being when it came to Zeke’s sister. The most important person in his life. He felt a flicker of something in his chest, and he leaned closer to Demi, removing his notebook and pen to take his hands.
”One thing they don’t teach you, though, is how scary it is. And that freaking out won’t help anything. You have to stay calm, and if you can talk calmly to her, that can sometimes help,” Zeke said, squeezing Demi’s hands.
”Don’t touch her either. Especially when she is starting to come back to. She has a hard time already with physical contact, and after a seizure, it is a lot worse. That is where the rabid raccoon comes into play,” Zeke joked.
”The fuckin what now? Jesus I didn't realize how much went into it. OK, so how do I or when do…what…what is the rabid raccoon exactly?””Well, when a person siezes it isn’t exactly pretty. She could be drooling, foaming at the mouth, she might clamp her jaw down and bite her lip or cheek, so there would be blood. Most of the time, the person falls unconscious and is unaware of what they are doing, so when Nancy comes to, she might not remember what happened or where she is. If you touch her or an unfamiliar person touches her, she could lash out as a self-defence thing. Just talk to her and try to be as calm as you can. Tell her where she is, what happened, what day it is, if I’m not there where I am, who you are, talk about a movie you watched, stuff that can help reorientate her and settle her nervous system.” Zeke released Demi’s hands so he could write more if he wanted.
That made a lot more sense. Demi wasn't sure where he would even find a rabid racoon if he needed one to aid with seizures. He sighed a bit with relief and the moment Zeke let go of his hands he began to jot more notes down, along with an illustration of both a rapid racoon and godzilla with his breath.
”No Touchy…got it.”Zeke laughed at Demi's illustrations and nodded.
”Those are all the main points you need to know. Hopefully I'll always be there and can send you running to work this thing,” Zeke said, gesturing to the contraption that was the HAM radio.
”Got it. Wanna take a quick study break before I show you the HAM? I could use a little –” Demi's eyes drifted down once more before making their way back up towards Zeke's eyes.
” – Snack. Love a good meat stick, slim jims, jerky, …you.”Ezekiel debated on if a break would be a good idea, and he blushed from Demi's words.
”Demetri Howell, are you objectifying me?””I wouldn't say that no. More of a curious admiration about your body. But I wouldn't say I'm objectifying you. If you don't want to however…” Demi pulled out his notebook and began to flip back towards his notes on the radio.
Ezekiel chuckled, resting hand on Demi's notebook.
”He's not objectifying me and yet he likens my dick to a meat stick.” Ezekiel tugged the notebook out of Demi's hand and set it aside.
”Its meat, its a stick, its a meat stick. I don't know what you wanted from that.” Demi responded as he found the correct page before Zeke took the book away.
”Ugh testing my memory before we've even eaten? So rude.””’Hey Zeke, can I suck your cock?’ That works just as well,” Zeke said, stepping closer to Demi.
”May I. It's May I, not Can I.” Demi remarked as he scooted closer, getting down on a knee.
”Oh, so he’s good at taking instructions and English. There’s so much I don’t know about you, Howell,” Zeke said, feeling a warming sensation pooling in the bottom of his stomach while he watched Demi get down on a knee. Instinctively, Zeke’s eyes flickered to the door, making sure it was shut before he looked back at Demi.
”Only when I feel like it. Rules and instructions are meant to be bent and broken. Like you.” Demi rolled his eyes, getting up and taking the chair in the room before propping it at an angle against the door so no one could get in.
”Calm down Kel, no one's coming in.”Zeke visibly relaxed once the chair was in place.
”You underestimate me and my sister. Neither one of us are apart for long,” Zeke informed Demi.
”Get used to it, unless you only want quickies for the rest of time.” Demi sighed, a bit of laughter coloring his words.
Zeke sighed and leaned back against the table. He ran a hand through his hair as his demeanor shifted.
”Ya, it's a lot easier than it sounds,” he said, crossing his arms and staring at the floor.
”Do you have siblings?” Zeke asked.
Demi laughed, a very quick and abrupt Ha, before he crossed his arms as well.
”Only child, and thank goodness because even that seems to be too much for my parents.”Zeke looked up at Demi, frowning slightly.
”What do you mean?””Nothing. Forget it.”Zeke dropped his arms and walked over to Demetri, placing his hands on his arms.
”Demi, you can talk to me, okay?””No duh. But there's nothing to talk about ok? Just another punk kid who's daddy doesn't love him and who's mother would rather pretend the families happy than make any real change. Woe is me.” Demi rolled his eyes.
Ezekiel frowned.
”You don't need to brush that off, okay? You're allowed to be upset or pissed off by it.””And I'm allowed to brush it off. Seriously, it's not like it's unusual ok? Besides, negligent parents is how I scored the beer. So it's not all bad.”Zeke sighed but nodded. It wasn't his life, but it still bothered Zeke that he couldn't help. Or that Demi didn't want his help.
”Alright, can you show me how the radio works then?”
