OOM: So Not Dead
Feb. 25th, 2012 12:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
The end of the universe is ending and Burton Guster is curled up in a ball in a corner, wracked with soft sobs as his brain tries to figure out what's going to happen to not only himself, but to everything. He closes his eyes tightly, shifting from where he sat with his back to the wall until he's on his side in the fetal position.
It seems to last forever, the shaking and screams - muttered prayers and reassurances that somehow everything is going to be just fine. And then... nothing. A chill wraps around him like jumping in a swimming pool in January; he can't breathe - can't open his eyes or move a muscle.
And then pain, shooting up his left arm from his elbow to his wrist. The rest of his body is numb until he feels the arm warm enough that he can gasp for breath and open his eyes. He's alone, and he sure as hell aint in Milliways anymore. It's dark, after a moment he realizes he's outside but the moon is obscured behind heavy clouds. He can see a street light in the distance and hear the ocean.
Gus closes his eyes again and rolls onto his back - the arm that had been trapped under him letting out another fresh jolt of pain. Broken; definitely at the wrist and probably up higher too if the tingly numbness and shooting pain is telling the whole story. Desperate, he digs into his pocket and manages out his cellphone and phones the last number he called.
"Shawn, pick up pick up pick up..." he whispers in a barely audible whimper.
It seems to last forever, the shaking and screams - muttered prayers and reassurances that somehow everything is going to be just fine. And then... nothing. A chill wraps around him like jumping in a swimming pool in January; he can't breathe - can't open his eyes or move a muscle.
And then pain, shooting up his left arm from his elbow to his wrist. The rest of his body is numb until he feels the arm warm enough that he can gasp for breath and open his eyes. He's alone, and he sure as hell aint in Milliways anymore. It's dark, after a moment he realizes he's outside but the moon is obscured behind heavy clouds. He can see a street light in the distance and hear the ocean.
Gus closes his eyes again and rolls onto his back - the arm that had been trapped under him letting out another fresh jolt of pain. Broken; definitely at the wrist and probably up higher too if the tingly numbness and shooting pain is telling the whole story. Desperate, he digs into his pocket and manages out his cellphone and phones the last number he called.
"Shawn, pick up pick up pick up..." he whispers in a barely audible whimper.
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Date: 2012-03-11 02:29 am (UTC)As much time as he spends with doctors, he's never gotten used to the antiseptic and latex smell; "Shawn? Doctor?" He manages his eyes halfway open. "I think I might have a little concussion."
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Date: 2012-03-11 02:32 am (UTC)"Does that mean I get to poke you every twenty minutes to make sure you're not unconscious?"
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Date: 2012-03-11 02:39 am (UTC)He turns his attention back to the doctor; "How broken am I?"
"We'll have to x-ray your arm, but it looks like you broke your wrist..." The doctor gently ran his gloved hands over the displaced and swollen flesh - eliciting a loud whimper from Gus. "Your friend says you broke your ribs but you're sitting up pretty well so I think you got away with just bruising. Either way you're looking at a minimum of three hours, and I'm only rushing you through because you're cops."
"We're not..."
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Date: 2012-03-11 02:43 am (UTC)"Jules'll understand. She'll probably want to keep an eye on you too."
He squeezes Gus's shoulder gently to shut him up at the doctor's pronouncement.
"Thanks, doc. Your civic cooperation will be duly noted."
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Date: 2012-03-11 03:11 am (UTC)"I'll, uh, let you guys be... like I said, you're looking at at least an hour before we can get you on a machine, but as soon as we can you're up." The doctor gently pats Gus' good shoulder; "Don't worry, we'll get you out of here as soon as we can. This is pretty textbook... did you fall down a flight of stairs or something?"
"It's kind of a long story." Gus swallowed and tries not to close his eyes again, he'd rather not lose another chunk of time.
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Date: 2012-03-11 03:20 am (UTC)He gives the doctor a knowing nod.
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Date: 2012-03-11 03:34 am (UTC)"I'll be fine."
The doctor nods to Shawn and then to his patient; "I'll send a nurse in to see if we can't make things a little more pleasant."
Yeah, right. Pleasant and emergency room... not exactly bound to happen.
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Date: 2012-03-11 04:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-11 04:58 am (UTC)"Can you get me something to eat? I'll be fine here, but I'm starving."
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Date: 2012-03-11 05:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-11 05:29 am (UTC)Gus considers going for his wallet before realizing that not only is that a really bad idea given his current physical state but that Shawn probably has his debit card anyway. "Maybe a burger and a Frosty?" The hospital staff better not get in the way of a man waiting three hours for an x-ray and his damn Frosty.
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Date: 2012-03-11 05:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-11 05:49 am (UTC)Yeah, there's nothing humiliating about being able to use only one arm... he was just thankful he already did his business well before things got real.
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Date: 2012-03-11 06:59 am (UTC)He gives Gus a weird flourishy wave. "I'll be right back."
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Date: 2012-03-11 07:03 am (UTC)Fumbling with his right hand, he manages to find his cellphone and idly checks his email.
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Date: 2012-03-11 08:02 am (UTC)After a few moments of arguing, voices are raised.
"THERE IS AN INJURED MAN HERE WHO NEEDS HIS FROSTY."
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Date: 2012-03-11 03:23 pm (UTC)"Come on, son! Let the man through!" He grins as the small group is parted Shawn can press through.
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Date: 2012-03-11 07:58 pm (UTC)"Sounds like we're gonna be here a while. Anything else you need?"
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Date: 2012-03-11 08:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-12 04:58 am (UTC)He pats Gus's good shoulder and wanders off to find a quiet place to call Juliet.
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Date: 2012-03-12 05:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-13 07:45 am (UTC)She's on it the moment it starts ringing. "Shawn. What's wrong?"
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Date: 2012-03-16 01:39 am (UTC)He summarizes the day's events as briefly as he can.
"He's gonna be okay, but we're probably stuck here for a while and I might need to keep an eye on him tonight."
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Date: 2012-03-16 02:13 am (UTC)"I'll be fine."
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Date: 2012-03-16 02:43 am (UTC)(no subject)
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