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Prompt: Imprisonment
Medium Fic
Author(s): ficdirectory
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Medical Emergency.
Notes: Deleted Scene of previous fic, Imitator. Written for hc_bingo.
Kris was hanging out with Allison and Adam at the hotel when it happened. They were watching Anchorman for the millionth time. When it started, Kris was fine, and by the time it was over, Kris felt like he was going to be sick, and he had the worst headache ever.
"Dude, are you okay?" Allison asked. She sent concerned look to Adam, to be sure she wasn't the only one who noticed how gross and sweaty Kris suddenly was.
"I just don't feel good. I need to lie down or something," he managed, feeling out of control. He hated when his blood-sugar plummeted. It made him feel trapped and lost.
He knew he looked okay - maybe a little shaken - but he could pass for normal if he had to.
The thing was, Kris prayed he wouldn't have to. He'd had a full-blown hypoglycemic seizure last month right on the bus, in front of everyone. There had been conversations had about what he looked like when his sugar dropped too low. At first, all of them had been kind of pains in the ass about it, but now they hardly said a word.
Kris stood and tried taking a few steps, but was so dizzy he had to stop short, holding his stomach and bending over.
Recognition flashed in Adam's eyes and he moved quickly to find Kris's meter, which Kris now kept in his pocket.
"Leave me alone..." Kris moaned. He felt closed in and couldn't articulate what the problem was. He tried backing away, but Adam wouldn't let him. "Don't do that to me. Come on, I gotta go, and do somethin' else."
"Just stay calm," Adam encouraged, reading Kris's number. "All right. 42 isn't very good. Alli," he called.
"Got it," Allison called back. Without being told, she retrieved a can of Coke from the little hotel fridge and brought it to them.
Adam was busy coaxing Kris to sit back down and stop wandering, like he was prone to do when his sugar dropped.
"Okay, you gotta drink this," Allison encouraged, getting down in front of Kris, who Adam was anchoring to the bed, with an arm around his waist.
"I wasn't fired from my job! I was laid off! But you wouldn't know the difference! ...I didn't want salmon! I said it four times!" Kris exclaimed, knocking the can away.
Allison and Adam exchanged a look, realizing that if Kris was quoting movie lines as his own, things were headed downhill fast.
"This is your lucky day, then," Adam said calmly right in Kris's ear. "'Cause there's no salmon, just Coke. Now, you've gotta cooperate okay?"
"You're sugar's low, dude, and I think it's getting lower. You gotta drink this so you'll feel better," Allison insisted, putting the can to Kris's lips.
--
Kris fought just because he didn't know what else to do. He hated the helpless feeling. Hated not being able to communicate, and hated being forced to drink something when he felt like throwing up. Adam was holding onto him so tight that Kris couldn't move and Allison just kept making him drink more and more.
"This wedding is horse shit..." he exclaimed, when what he really wanted was for someone to help. For someone to understand. For someone to come and fix what was wrong. To tell him it was going to be okay.
--
"Okay," Allison said, breathing a sigh of relief when she was finally able to get half the can of Coke into Kris, as directed. "It's okay," she told him firmly. "You know? You're gonna be fine. We'll figure this out and get you all back to normal."
Kris blinked heavily at her, all the fight going out of him. "Allison?" he asked.
"Yeah? What's up? You starting to feel better?"
"I think I need some sugar," Kris managed weakly.
"Hey, now you're starting to sound like yourself," Adam said, smiling a little. "You had some. Now we're just gonna wait and make sure your number comes up like it should."
--
Adam studied his watch and Kris equally. His sugar had started to come up, but he was going to make sure Kris was one-hundred percent okay.
Kris was suddenly looking around, confused, and more alert. "What happened to the movie?"
"Your sugar crashed," Allison supplied, still looking at him, concern in her eyes. "Are you feeling better?"
Kris shook his head. "With both of y'all here?" He was incredulous, and barely remembered anything, except that feeling of being confined and not being able to do anything about it.
"Hey, Kris. It was fine, all right?" Adam reassured. "Just stay calm. We've got you. Looks like everything's back up."
"Here," Allison said, offering half her cold cut trio she got from Subway. "Eat that."
This time, Kris didn't hesitate. He took a big bite. "Mmm. Thanks, guys."
Allison shrugged, "I should so be a nutritionist," she bragged, trying to lighten the mood.
"That or a triage nurse," Adam offered, grateful that he hadn't dealt with this by himself.
Kris leaned heavily on Adam while he ate, and made sure he could always see Allison, as she made her way around the room, pulling the blinds down in the room, since Kris was pretty sure he looked like he needed a long nap.
This time, when he moved to crawl into bed, Adam and Allison let him, and Kris fell asleep almost immediately, listening to the sounds of his friends playing cards a few feet away.
"We're not leaving," Adam called softly. "Rest, okay?"
"When you wake up, I can tell you all about how I kicked Adam's ass at War," Allison added. "Love you, all right?"
"All right," Kris returned, letting his eyes fall closed.
Prompt: Imprisonment
Medium Fic
Author(s): ficdirectory
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Medical Emergency.
Notes: Deleted Scene of previous fic, Imitator. Written for hc_bingo.
Kris was hanging out with Allison and Adam at the hotel when it happened. They were watching Anchorman for the millionth time. When it started, Kris was fine, and by the time it was over, Kris felt like he was going to be sick, and he had the worst headache ever.
"Dude, are you okay?" Allison asked. She sent concerned look to Adam, to be sure she wasn't the only one who noticed how gross and sweaty Kris suddenly was.
"I just don't feel good. I need to lie down or something," he managed, feeling out of control. He hated when his blood-sugar plummeted. It made him feel trapped and lost.
He knew he looked okay - maybe a little shaken - but he could pass for normal if he had to.
The thing was, Kris prayed he wouldn't have to. He'd had a full-blown hypoglycemic seizure last month right on the bus, in front of everyone. There had been conversations had about what he looked like when his sugar dropped too low. At first, all of them had been kind of pains in the ass about it, but now they hardly said a word.
Kris stood and tried taking a few steps, but was so dizzy he had to stop short, holding his stomach and bending over.
Recognition flashed in Adam's eyes and he moved quickly to find Kris's meter, which Kris now kept in his pocket.
"Leave me alone..." Kris moaned. He felt closed in and couldn't articulate what the problem was. He tried backing away, but Adam wouldn't let him. "Don't do that to me. Come on, I gotta go, and do somethin' else."
"Just stay calm," Adam encouraged, reading Kris's number. "All right. 42 isn't very good. Alli," he called.
"Got it," Allison called back. Without being told, she retrieved a can of Coke from the little hotel fridge and brought it to them.
Adam was busy coaxing Kris to sit back down and stop wandering, like he was prone to do when his sugar dropped.
"Okay, you gotta drink this," Allison encouraged, getting down in front of Kris, who Adam was anchoring to the bed, with an arm around his waist.
"I wasn't fired from my job! I was laid off! But you wouldn't know the difference! ...I didn't want salmon! I said it four times!" Kris exclaimed, knocking the can away.
Allison and Adam exchanged a look, realizing that if Kris was quoting movie lines as his own, things were headed downhill fast.
"This is your lucky day, then," Adam said calmly right in Kris's ear. "'Cause there's no salmon, just Coke. Now, you've gotta cooperate okay?"
"You're sugar's low, dude, and I think it's getting lower. You gotta drink this so you'll feel better," Allison insisted, putting the can to Kris's lips.
--
Kris fought just because he didn't know what else to do. He hated the helpless feeling. Hated not being able to communicate, and hated being forced to drink something when he felt like throwing up. Adam was holding onto him so tight that Kris couldn't move and Allison just kept making him drink more and more.
"This wedding is horse shit..." he exclaimed, when what he really wanted was for someone to help. For someone to understand. For someone to come and fix what was wrong. To tell him it was going to be okay.
--
"Okay," Allison said, breathing a sigh of relief when she was finally able to get half the can of Coke into Kris, as directed. "It's okay," she told him firmly. "You know? You're gonna be fine. We'll figure this out and get you all back to normal."
Kris blinked heavily at her, all the fight going out of him. "Allison?" he asked.
"Yeah? What's up? You starting to feel better?"
"I think I need some sugar," Kris managed weakly.
"Hey, now you're starting to sound like yourself," Adam said, smiling a little. "You had some. Now we're just gonna wait and make sure your number comes up like it should."
--
Adam studied his watch and Kris equally. His sugar had started to come up, but he was going to make sure Kris was one-hundred percent okay.
Kris was suddenly looking around, confused, and more alert. "What happened to the movie?"
"Your sugar crashed," Allison supplied, still looking at him, concern in her eyes. "Are you feeling better?"
Kris shook his head. "With both of y'all here?" He was incredulous, and barely remembered anything, except that feeling of being confined and not being able to do anything about it.
"Hey, Kris. It was fine, all right?" Adam reassured. "Just stay calm. We've got you. Looks like everything's back up."
"Here," Allison said, offering half her cold cut trio she got from Subway. "Eat that."
This time, Kris didn't hesitate. He took a big bite. "Mmm. Thanks, guys."
Allison shrugged, "I should so be a nutritionist," she bragged, trying to lighten the mood.
"That or a triage nurse," Adam offered, grateful that he hadn't dealt with this by himself.
Kris leaned heavily on Adam while he ate, and made sure he could always see Allison, as she made her way around the room, pulling the blinds down in the room, since Kris was pretty sure he looked like he needed a long nap.
This time, when he moved to crawl into bed, Adam and Allison let him, and Kris fell asleep almost immediately, listening to the sounds of his friends playing cards a few feet away.
"We're not leaving," Adam called softly. "Rest, okay?"
"When you wake up, I can tell you all about how I kicked Adam's ass at War," Allison added. "Love you, all right?"
"All right," Kris returned, letting his eyes fall closed.