Needs-A-Hug!Shawn for cuddledangel
"I'm allergic to that kind of thing. You should check my chart, it's written in bold."
Shawn stared, wide-eyed, in true horror; he kept thinking his eyes were going to hurt later like jaws do after you realize you've spent the last four hours chewing the spent and now white tutti-frutti flavored piece of chew-gum. That's how wide his eyes felt.
There had to be a way out of this tiny, as white as the gum in his head, clinic room-cell of his. He'd probably have to take down a couple of his guards too. One of them a fifty-something year old black woman, her stern expression the one pretty much anyone who's paid to watch Gigli had on their faces the moment they stepped out of the movie theater. Then there was Gus, who was at the time busy selling some new pills to some guy who apparently thought that coupons worked in pharmaceutical sales as well.
And then, there was his third guard. A tiny, and yet owner of one surprisingly strong grip, watcher.
"Uncle Shawn, it'll only be a second."
"It'll only be a second that will extend to thirty seconds of extreme pinching pain. Not to mention that it will leave a purple bruise for at least a week and a half, and my fans don't deserve to see me that way."
Rachel clicked her tongue disapprovingly. "Uncle Shawn..."
Shawn knew that Lisa Cuddy surely took her heir to the hospital when the sun had barely come up to show her how everything that touches the light in her domains will surely one day be Rachel's too. He also knew that she probably taught her how to use that horrible warning tone of hers, it sounded exactly like her Mother's.
They had been arguing about this for the last three and a half hours. Frankly, he was getting tired. And her tone was tearing down his conscience. He needed to stand his ground, to be a rebel with a cause, to show to the world that strength of will is the stronger of medicines!
"Fine." He muttered grimly.
To Hell with strength of will, he's already missed six episodes from the "A-Team" marathon and he's starting to get hungry.
Besides, Rachel keeps scowling at him.
"Don't you worry, it will be over in a blink of the eye!" Rachel's stern look turned into one big satisfied smile. The very tired nurse gave Gus a questioning look, silently asking if this time, on their thirteen try she would be finally able to do her job. Before Gus could interrupt his call, Shawn extended his arm towards her.
He couldn't watch.
He had to force himself to stare at the supposedly sterilized floor and count the dots pattern. The needle was probably making it's way into his skin already; ready to break it, tearing his flesh and stinging like the mother of the over-sized queen bees bitches.
Two tiny arms slid around his torso, clinging to him tight as Rachel rested her head on his shoulder. She rubbed his back and made a soft soothing noise that made him wonder if that was something else Lisa had taught to her daughter, some tenderness that will pass from Cuddy mother-daughters generations.
He bit back a whimper when he felt the stinging pain on his shoulder. He wasn't going to whine while a fifteen year old was holding him. No, no, no. ...... No, no.... Maybe he won't make much noise? Surely Rachel hasn't heard that, oh no.
"See, Uncle Shawn? That wasn't a big deal, right?" The teenager said with pride in her voice. She pecked his cheek and pulled back from the embrace.
How could he say no to that? How will he ever escape from needles again with a kid as adorable as she is, whenever he needs to get his shots? Did she knew all along that she had the ultimate hugging power to bribe him into taking his vaccinations?
Gus patted his good shoulder as he walked past the examination bed. He had a knowing smirk on his face.
And then Shawn knew that Gus knew.
His best friend had the real power, all set on the comfort of his cell phone's speed dial.