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| Pain: Claire's POV By: Banshee |
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| Spoilers: Not a single one Warnings: There are some owwies here, but i don't think I was 'too' graphic. Just be advised. Summary: Claire's thoughts on what is happening when Darien is brought in hurt. (Also see notes) Notes: All right a little explaining needs to be done. This is part three in a number of little snippets I'm calling Pain as I'm sure you will understand if you ready this. I don't think I go 'too' graphic, but be careful there are owwies in this. The first was from Darien's POV and the second was from Bobby's. I can't tell you what number the last posts were (sorry), but if you want the other two parts just e-mail me and I'll be happy to send them your way. As always thanks to my beta. <Banshee waves at nightshade> ** Nightshade Waves right back "Your Welcome =0)** Pain: Clair's POV by Banshee **** **** **** **** "Claire!" I turn away from the equipment I was getting ready on the lab counter when I heard my name. The door to Lab #2 has finished opening by the time I turning, and I'm just in time to see Bobby rushing a gurney in along with two lab techs. Even as I rush forward I can't help thinking that there is to much blood. It's everywhere, on Darien, the gurney, even Bobby has large smears of it covering him. The fresh blood is still that harsh bright red while the older is turning that awful dull brown color. Even though a person can prepare for an emergency, in actually one is never really 'ready' for an emergency. I had known that Hobbes was bringing Darien in. I have even known it was bad. Any equipment that we might possibly need was ready, hell I had all the equipment we had ready for a moments notice, and still a part of my mind said it wasn't going to be enough, that I still wasn't prepared. Part of my mind works on Darien, checking his vitals, cutting off clothing, and setting up I.V.'s while the other part of me quizzes Bobby on what happened. His words blending in with the commotion with only clips and phrases standing out. "�. just barely conscious.. .. .. one away from QSM .. .. ..watched the monitor hit stage four .. .. .. didn't even phase him .. .. .. give him his shot .. .. .. .. was out the whole way back .. .. .. couldn't stop the bleeding .. .. .. will he be alright? .. .. .. " At some point Bobby leaves, not out of the room really, but kind of just fades into the back ground. Part of me might be impressed with the amount of support Hobbes is showing, while another part might say his staying there is useless and that he should leave and get some rest, but I don't have any part of my mind that I can spare for such thoughts. I'm to worry about trying to stop the bleeding both internal and external, or re-inflating a lung that keeps trying to collapse. Bones need to be reset, Darien's cheek may very well require a second operation to totally fix it. As it stands now he will have to have his jaw wired shut the possibility of him loosing several teeth low on my current list of problems. After a while time looses all real meaning, as all I see is one problem after another. Hours slip away like minutes. In the end I only know that I have been working for far too long. Once the worst of it is over I slump down in my chair. I pull off latex gloves splattered with blood, and push my surgical mask down out of my way. My hair feels like it is going every which way, but as long as it stays out of my eyes I don't care. There are still things that need to be done, but for the moment I can rest and try to regroup. Darien is resting, if you can all lack of consciousness due to blood loss rest, across the room. I.V. lines, breathing tubes, and various other tubes and wires seem to cocoon both him and the medical bed he rests on. The stead beeping of the heart monitor and the hiss of the ventilator the only sounds in the room. Bobby just left minutes ago mumbling something about having to talk to The Official, but I'm sure he will be back before I know it hovering and asking all the questions he was smart enough not to voice before. So for the moment it's just Darien and myself in Lab 2. "Oh, God." I mutter to myself as I let all that has happened in the last few hours sink in. I rub my temples trying to ease the pressure that has developed from hours of tension. I have seen Darien come in here in bad shape before, but this one makes all the other ones look pale in comparison. Hobbes said he watched Darien's monitor go full red right in front of him and Darien didn't even so much as move or make a sound. Stage four QSM and not even a sign of it. As some one who has seen Fawkes take blows while in QSM that would drop just about anyone and keep coming, that one statement from Hobbes was enough to make my blood run cold. "We almost lost him. We may still loose him." I say to no one. Only the regular beeping of heart monitors and other medical equipment answering me and it's not all that reassuring. I hear the door slide open after a long while and without even looking up I realize that Hobbes has returned. He must have finished talking with The Official. I sigh inwardly and prepare myself for the on slot of questions and worry that I know are coming. I realize that Darien is Hobbes partner and the as such the older agent is worried about him. Actually it's more then that. Not only Darien his partner, but the ex-thief has wormed his way in the agents heart just as he has wormed his way into mine. Even so I don't think I can handle a question and answer session right now. Steadying myself behind walls designed to distance myself from my emotions so I can talk about what has happened to my friend and co-worker, I wait for the on slot of questions, but they don't come. Instead I'm surprised when I feel Bobby's hand placed gently on my shoulder offering comfort followed by an equally concerned voice. "Claire?" ~end~ love it? hate it? Let me know I can't get better if you don't tell me what you liked. Banshee |