FAKE Quadruple Drabble: Long Way Home
Title: Long Way Home
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Dee, Ryo.
Rating: PG
Setting: Vol. 4, Act 13.
Summary: Poor Dee, he just wants to go home and crawl into bed, but fate is against him.
Written Using: The tw100 prompt ‘Limp’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Quadruple drabble.
Dee’s whole body felt as weak and limp as a wet noodle. It was horrifying; he’d had no idea it was possible to feel so awful and still be alive. His nose kept alternating between running like a leaky tap and being so blocked he could scarcely breath, his ears rang with every sneeze, his head throbbed, his eyes ached, and the only thing that was keeping him on his feet was a grim determination to get home, so he could collapse on his bed and never move again.
He should’ve been there already. Ryo had told him to go home hours ago, but then there’d been the lost kid, and Dee was such a sucker he’d traipsed across what felt like half the city until he’d finally managed to reunite her with her mom. By that point, he’d just wanted to curl up somewhere and die, but the cops of the NYPD already had more than enough dead bodies to deal with, and as a cop himself, it hadn’t seemed fair to dump more work in the laps of his fellow detectives.
So he’d steeled himself to deal with the long trek back to his apartment, where he could suffer without bothering anyone. First he’d been bounced about on the subway, where it had been standing room only and he’d clung to whatever he could just to remain upright. Then he’d had to walk the last few blocks to his building, sweating and shivering by turns, his legs shaking with every step, and just to add to his misery, the elevator had been out of order, meaning he’d had to walk up four flights.
He supposed he couldn’t blame his legs, and the rest of him, for giving out before he reached his bedroom. It was nothing short of a miracle that they’d got him that far, and it was better than collapsing in the street, or on the stairs. Still, the floor was hard and uncomfortable, he was shivering again, and it was sheer torture knowing his bed was just a few yards away in the next room.
He was vaguely wondering whether it would be possible to drag himself there, inch by inch, when Ryo turned up. Never had Dee seen a more beautiful sight. He was like an angel, kind and caring, lifting Dee’s poor limp bod and hauling him to bed.
Surely this was heaven.
The End
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Dee, Ryo.
Rating: PG
Setting: Vol. 4, Act 13.
Summary: Poor Dee, he just wants to go home and crawl into bed, but fate is against him.
Written Using: The tw100 prompt ‘Limp’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Quadruple drabble.
Dee’s whole body felt as weak and limp as a wet noodle. It was horrifying; he’d had no idea it was possible to feel so awful and still be alive. His nose kept alternating between running like a leaky tap and being so blocked he could scarcely breath, his ears rang with every sneeze, his head throbbed, his eyes ached, and the only thing that was keeping him on his feet was a grim determination to get home, so he could collapse on his bed and never move again.
He should’ve been there already. Ryo had told him to go home hours ago, but then there’d been the lost kid, and Dee was such a sucker he’d traipsed across what felt like half the city until he’d finally managed to reunite her with her mom. By that point, he’d just wanted to curl up somewhere and die, but the cops of the NYPD already had more than enough dead bodies to deal with, and as a cop himself, it hadn’t seemed fair to dump more work in the laps of his fellow detectives.
So he’d steeled himself to deal with the long trek back to his apartment, where he could suffer without bothering anyone. First he’d been bounced about on the subway, where it had been standing room only and he’d clung to whatever he could just to remain upright. Then he’d had to walk the last few blocks to his building, sweating and shivering by turns, his legs shaking with every step, and just to add to his misery, the elevator had been out of order, meaning he’d had to walk up four flights.
He supposed he couldn’t blame his legs, and the rest of him, for giving out before he reached his bedroom. It was nothing short of a miracle that they’d got him that far, and it was better than collapsing in the street, or on the stairs. Still, the floor was hard and uncomfortable, he was shivering again, and it was sheer torture knowing his bed was just a few yards away in the next room.
He was vaguely wondering whether it would be possible to drag himself there, inch by inch, when Ryo turned up. Never had Dee seen a more beautiful sight. He was like an angel, kind and caring, lifting Dee’s poor limp bod and hauling him to bed.
Surely this was heaven.
The End