FIC: And the deep blue sea
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nilchanceTitle: And the deep blue sea
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Rating: Adult
Pairing: the Losers, gen
A/N: I was going to write fix-it fic for the end of the comics, vol 5. This is more like that fic. Warnings would be spoilers for the comics vol 1-5, so it's under the cut. Takes place 8 months before all the other fics.
Warnings: canon character death (Clay, Cougar, Roque and Aisha). Medical stuff.
It takes him months to wake. When he does, the nurse seems surprised. "Sir," she starts, then stops. "I'll get you some ice chips. Your mouth must be dry."
Understatement. His mouth is like the desolate emptiness of that trash-scattered beach, all the sky above him and the gulls and the taste of ash. His body feels ill-fitting and, when he tries to move, too slowed by drugs.
"Sir, don't do that," she scolds him. She offers him the cup, holds it for him as if he's a child. "You've been very hurt."
He snorts, even though it hurts and she frowns at him. The ice is heaven in his parched throat. He lifts his head, ignoring the protesting sound she makes, and looks down at the wasteland of his body. It's not as bad as he was afraid, though he looks shrunken and starved and badly stuffed with straw to try to reshape him. He is mostly whole. The burns must not have been as bad as he thought.
The angelitos care for fools.
"Where?" he asks, his voice scraped thin.
She tells him.
"When?" he asks.
She tells him. Months lost in pain and what he realizes now are drugs, the syrupy thickness of morphine coming down the IV. "Your leg was badly burned," she adds stiffly, reading whatever expression just crossed his face. "You were in an induced coma for a while. Skin grafts, muscle grafts..."
He grunts. "Radiation poisoning?"
"No." The nurse smiles. "Miraculously, no. I don't know how the he-- heck not, but no."
Slowly, thoughtfully, he reaches for the morphine pump. He doesn't know how bad the pain will be, but he cranks the dial down. Ignores her protest. He will not lie here any longer than he has to. He has places to be. "Get the doctor," he says to her without turning his head. Adds, after a moment, "Por favor."
"Sure," she says, a sardonic edge in her voice. "Anything else I can do for you, since you're giving orders?"
"Yes," he says. "Where is my hat?"
Author:
nilchanceRating: Adult
Pairing: the Losers, gen
A/N: I was going to write fix-it fic for the end of the comics, vol 5. This is more like that fic. Warnings would be spoilers for the comics vol 1-5, so it's under the cut. Takes place 8 months before all the other fics.
Warnings: canon character death (Clay, Cougar, Roque and Aisha). Medical stuff.
It takes him months to wake. When he does, the nurse seems surprised. "Sir," she starts, then stops. "I'll get you some ice chips. Your mouth must be dry."
Understatement. His mouth is like the desolate emptiness of that trash-scattered beach, all the sky above him and the gulls and the taste of ash. His body feels ill-fitting and, when he tries to move, too slowed by drugs.
"Sir, don't do that," she scolds him. She offers him the cup, holds it for him as if he's a child. "You've been very hurt."
He snorts, even though it hurts and she frowns at him. The ice is heaven in his parched throat. He lifts his head, ignoring the protesting sound she makes, and looks down at the wasteland of his body. It's not as bad as he was afraid, though he looks shrunken and starved and badly stuffed with straw to try to reshape him. He is mostly whole. The burns must not have been as bad as he thought.
The angelitos care for fools.
"Where?" he asks, his voice scraped thin.
She tells him.
"When?" he asks.
She tells him. Months lost in pain and what he realizes now are drugs, the syrupy thickness of morphine coming down the IV. "Your leg was badly burned," she adds stiffly, reading whatever expression just crossed his face. "You were in an induced coma for a while. Skin grafts, muscle grafts..."
He grunts. "Radiation poisoning?"
"No." The nurse smiles. "Miraculously, no. I don't know how the he-- heck not, but no."
Slowly, thoughtfully, he reaches for the morphine pump. He doesn't know how bad the pain will be, but he cranks the dial down. Ignores her protest. He will not lie here any longer than he has to. He has places to be. "Get the doctor," he says to her without turning his head. Adds, after a moment, "Por favor."
"Sure," she says, a sardonic edge in her voice. "Anything else I can do for you, since you're giving orders?"
"Yes," he says. "Where is my hat?"
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Date: 2010-06-01 02:01 am (UTC)And fic is awesome. Oh how much fic you've written that I now get to read. I love it!