"That's it..." Edge soothed, leaning down to kiss Donnie's forehead, and stroke some of his hair back from his eyes. He stroked the side of the boy's cheek, then curled up beside him, curling his arms around him, and just holding him close to his chest, nestling him against his body and making sure nothing could get to him or frighten him. However, Edge didn't fall asleep. Taking care of Donovan at the moment was his main priority, and had become Eden's as well. Time passed quietly, though - and soon enough Eden was back through the door, and pulling a blanket over Donnie. He maneuvered around a bit, and pulled down the side-arm of the couch so that he could pull himself from his wheelchair, onto the place beside the tranced-out Donovan.
"Is he asleep?" he asked Edge quietly, receiving a shake of the head.
"No, but he's tranced. I pulled the same trick you've always pulled on me to calm him down. He was... blaming himself again." he murmured, fingers softly stroking through the boy's hair as he spoke. "What did Luminare say?"
Eden sighed, pulling a stethoscope from around his neck - probably having put it there when he wheeled out the door. He fiddled with it a bit before deciding to hold the chestpiece in his hand to warm it up. "That Donovan needs a hospital stay, or a hospice room. Even though it's possibly a temporary condition, and might be fixed with some medication and healthy habits, he still doesn't like what I described."
It was Edge's turn to sigh, as he sat up, and pulled the tranced Donnie into his lap, still stroking his hair. "So we have an issue. I'm not leaving him." he muttered, wrapping his arms around the boy again.
"I'm not going to make you. I've already had arrangements made to deliver the necessary equipment here, as well as... well, extras of the necessary medication and implements. It means you're giving up your bed for a little." His fingers uncurled around the chestpiece, and he slipped the earpieces in, slipping the warmed instrument against Donovan's chest, and listening intently in every area that he could reach without moving the boy too much. He listened for a long time, went back over areas, trying to memorize each sound.
"He's calmer. The irregularity seems to have died down a bit." he said, finally, taking the instrument off. "We'll treat him here, Edge. There's no need to put him through that sort of trauma. But..." He glanced down at the boy, and covered one of the limp hands with his own. "It's not going to be a short road to recovery. The damage has already been done. When I do the ultrasound tomorrow, I full expect there to be visible damage. That.... that jerkoff's flippant lack of care hurt him more than he knows. I don't think he currently has enough strength to rebuild that cardiac tissue. Perhaps with some food, and an exercise regime, but..." He shook his head a bit. "Like I said - long road."
Edge's voice was calm and soft as he replied. "I'll be here every step of the way. I've fallen for him. In a way I probably shouldn't have. He's like a freight-train running across my emotions, and that's not a bad thing. Pretty damn sure I'm in love with him, Eden."
"Heh... I know, Edge." his brother said, smiling over at him. "I'll do my best to treat him, but... there's going to have to be some changes. For you, too. Your body isn't doing too well either. Let me see your wrist-monitor."
Holding out his hand, he waited until Edge worked the 'watch' he had been wearing off his wrist, and handed it to his brother. There was a long moment of silence. "Edge, you weren't working anywhere near enough to get your heart-rate up to 190. What in the bloody hell were you doing?" he asked, then paused, as Edge canted his head toward Donnie. "... Ah. That explains that. But this rhythm isn't good." He handed the watch back to his brother, and patted his arm. "We'll treat the BOTH of you. Donnie can keep you on track, and you can watch over Donnie.... and I'll watch over the both of you."