Interrogation gone wrong, part 1/2
He tried to say yes, but he gasped instead. He was in agonizing pain, coming from all over, but his back somehow felt worse. He also noticed the warm stickiness of blood on a lot of his body.
“What happened, El?” George managed to ask.
“The suspect snapped and attacked you. A bus is on its way for you.”
George tried to move his legs but he noticed with a stab of panic that he couldn’t. It was like they weren’t even there.
“El, I can’t move!” He immediately thought of spinal injuries. If his spine had been damaged, he was pretty much screwed.
“It’s ok George. Don’t panic. You probably pinched a nerve or something.” Elliot knew the odds of that being the case were slim but George couldn’t afford to stress right now. Just looking at him he could tell he was in rough shape.
The ambulance arrived and put George on a board and put a C-collar around his neck. He looked at Elliot to ask him to ride, but Elliot was already showing his badge to the EMT. He let himself smile. Elliot was always there for him.
At the hospital they immediately gave him an IV of pain medicine, multiple stitches for several of his cuts, and a battery of tests. While he waited for the results, Elliot clasped his hand gently.
“I was so afraid that suspect was going to kill you. It was Brodus all over again.”
“Yeah. I’m glad we’re still together. So, can you tell me exactly what happened? I mean, I know he attacked me but.”
“You were interrogating him and he felt like you were pushing him too hard. He started screaming and you tried to reassure him, but he was in a rage. He picked you up and literally threw you through the two way window. You were unconscious for several minutes. I was so afraid you were going to die. Thanks for not leaving me, baby.”
“Thanks for not letting me leave.”
They smiled at each other. Elliot was about to lean in to kiss George when a nurse came in.
“I have good news and bad news. The good news: your spine won’t have any permanent damage. The bad news: it is bruised and you’ll be in a wheelchair for a few months.”
George sighed. He knew he was extremely lucky from a medical aspect. He would almost lose it a few times in the next few months but it was way better than it being permanent.
The nurse left and he and Elliot were alone. Elliot walked up to him and kissed him tenderly. George sighed into it, wanting it to last forever, but of course it didn’t. Elliot broke away and wrapped his arms around George, hands gently massaging his aching body. George closed his eyes. Elliot was murmuring about love and forever, and he was being held tenderly, not to mention the fact that he had been given heavy medicine. He felt his body relaxing. Elliot seemed to read his mind- or maybe it was obvious by looking at him. “Get some sleep, George. You need it.” George was already asleep before Elliot finished talking.
Elliot gently set George down when he was sure the other man was soundly asleep. The man had cuts and bruises everywhere and he was angry at the suspect. But more than anything he felt love and affection for George and concern about the next few months. “But then again” he thought to himself “George would probably just try to analyze his feelings of frustration at not being able to get around. God, I love him.”
“What happened, El?” George managed to ask.
“The suspect snapped and attacked you. A bus is on its way for you.”
George tried to move his legs but he noticed with a stab of panic that he couldn’t. It was like they weren’t even there.
“El, I can’t move!” He immediately thought of spinal injuries. If his spine had been damaged, he was pretty much screwed.
“It’s ok George. Don’t panic. You probably pinched a nerve or something.” Elliot knew the odds of that being the case were slim but George couldn’t afford to stress right now. Just looking at him he could tell he was in rough shape.
The ambulance arrived and put George on a board and put a C-collar around his neck. He looked at Elliot to ask him to ride, but Elliot was already showing his badge to the EMT. He let himself smile. Elliot was always there for him.
At the hospital they immediately gave him an IV of pain medicine, multiple stitches for several of his cuts, and a battery of tests. While he waited for the results, Elliot clasped his hand gently.
“I was so afraid that suspect was going to kill you. It was Brodus all over again.”
“Yeah. I’m glad we’re still together. So, can you tell me exactly what happened? I mean, I know he attacked me but.”
“You were interrogating him and he felt like you were pushing him too hard. He started screaming and you tried to reassure him, but he was in a rage. He picked you up and literally threw you through the two way window. You were unconscious for several minutes. I was so afraid you were going to die. Thanks for not leaving me, baby.”
“Thanks for not letting me leave.”
They smiled at each other. Elliot was about to lean in to kiss George when a nurse came in.
“I have good news and bad news. The good news: your spine won’t have any permanent damage. The bad news: it is bruised and you’ll be in a wheelchair for a few months.”
George sighed. He knew he was extremely lucky from a medical aspect. He would almost lose it a few times in the next few months but it was way better than it being permanent.
The nurse left and he and Elliot were alone. Elliot walked up to him and kissed him tenderly. George sighed into it, wanting it to last forever, but of course it didn’t. Elliot broke away and wrapped his arms around George, hands gently massaging his aching body. George closed his eyes. Elliot was murmuring about love and forever, and he was being held tenderly, not to mention the fact that he had been given heavy medicine. He felt his body relaxing. Elliot seemed to read his mind- or maybe it was obvious by looking at him. “Get some sleep, George. You need it.” George was already asleep before Elliot finished talking.
Elliot gently set George down when he was sure the other man was soundly asleep. The man had cuts and bruises everywhere and he was angry at the suspect. But more than anything he felt love and affection for George and concern about the next few months. “But then again” he thought to himself “George would probably just try to analyze his feelings of frustration at not being able to get around. God, I love him.”