Blast Off! [standalone]
Title: Blast Off! [standalone]
Author: ipanicdaily
Pairing: None really (only has Brendon + Ryan)
POV: 3rd
Rating: G
Disclaimer: As real as Pete Wentz being eaten by a tyrannosaurus rex. Hey, a girl can dream, can't she?
Summary: "'m Brendon." he stuck his hand out, sitting on his knees to face Ryan who scooted to the other side of the chair. "What's your name?"
"Ryan," he mumbled, not reaching out to shake the offered hand.
Warning: nope
Prompt: Hospital
Beta: lilrainforest
Author Notes: Just a really short little fluffy kid!fic. Only about 1,5oo words long.
Ryan sniffed again, leaning back against his mother's chest, legs dangling on either side of her lap. She had one hand rubbing small circles on his leg with the other securely around his waist, placing soft kisses to the side of his head for comfort. Ryan stared at the brightly painted wall across from him, holding his left wrist with his right hand to keep it from moving and hurting him more.
Ever since Pete pushed him earlier that day on the playground it's been hurting really bad.
The doctor in the emergency room where Ryan's mom brought him said he needed to get an x-ray to assess the damage. His mom had carried him from the crowded emergency room to the radiology department instead of waiting for the nurses to be able to, waiting in the small room for a technician to be available. Ryan was afraid because he had never gotten an x-ray before, and he knew he hated pretty much everything the doctor ever did to him; like shots and medicine and such. His mother told him that it would be okay, but she always did. It was a mother thing.
"You thirsty baby?" Mrs. Ross asked Ryan, kissing his head again. Ryan nodded, blinking his sore, red eyes back to reality. "Will you be okay for a minute while I go get something? I'll even get soda." Ryan nodded again because he never got soda, so naturally if his mom was giving it to him it was because she felt really bad. And Ryan loved soda; though most kids did.
Plus, there was no one else in the waiting room for Ryan to be afraid of.
"Okay, I'll be right back." With another kiss, Ryan's mom stood up then carefully placed him in their chair warm from her sitting, giving him a smile before leaving the little room. Ryan's legs barely stretched over the edge, body slumped back against the chair; looking up at the television playing cartoons.
As soon as his mom slipped from his peripheral sight, a boy suddenly inched his way from beneath the row of chairs Ryan was sitting in; startling Ryan. "W-what are you doin'?" he asked the boy who was dressed in thermal Superman pajamas. Ryan was only allowed to wear pajamas at night when he was going to bed.
"Hidin'," the boy said, grinning widely and pulling himself onto the chair beside Ryan. "'m Brendon." he stuck his hand out, sitting on his knees to face Ryan who scooted to the other side of the chair. "What's your name?"
"Ryan," he mumbled, not reaching out to shake the offered hand. He wasn't really supposed to associate with people he didn't know; even if they were his age. Or younger. Brendon looked smaller than Ryan with large brown eyes and messy brown hair. "Shouldn't you be with your mommy or daddy?" Ryan asked, trying to act mature.
"Nope." Brendon shook his head, still grinning. "I'm sa'post to be in my bed but it's so boring in there!" He climbed over the wooden handle to sit in the large seat with Ryan. "So I left my room to a'splore but m'hidin' 'cause the nurses will bring me back if they find me." Ryan pressed his back firmly against the other wooden arm rest. "What's wrong with your wrist?" Brendon's smile fell, looking down to Ryan's hands.
"I hurted it." Ryan answered quietly, noticing a tube sticking out from beneath clear tape on Brendon's hand. "I have to get a x-ray. What's that?" Ryan released his wrist to point at the boy's hand.
"Oh!" Brendon beamed again, tugging his sleeve back to expose the entire thing; the other part of the tube disappearing beneath his skin. "It's for my I-V! It's this bag of liquid that hangs by my bed and put stuff in-ta a tube that connects t'here," he pointed to the end sticking up, "With medicine so they don't hafta keep prick'n me." Ryan's hand slowly found his wrist again. "Ever had uh x-ray?"
"No," Ryan said with a shake of his head. "I don't want one." he looked away, sniffling more.
"Why not?" Brendon still sounded excited. "They put you in this large machine that takes pictures of your insides! I pretend I'm a astro-not about to go in-ta space!" Ryan looked back up to Brendon again. That made it less scary to think about. "But you hafta stay still which is hard."
"Why are you here?" Ryan asked, becoming less afraid of the boy, despite his very upbeat attitude.
"'cause my heart is sick." Brendon replied like it was nothing. "See?" he tugged his shirt up next, his body thin and pale like Ryan's, exposing a long scare across the upper left part of his chest; right over his heart. "I had-ta have surg'ry." Brendon pointed to the scar, looking down at himself.
"Does it hurt?" Ryan asked, thinking of when he scrapes himself up then has scars smaller and lighter than Brendon's; hurting horribly for awhile.
"Not on the outside." Brendon looked to Ryan, the light shimmering in his eyes. "But on the inside it does sometimes." He dropped his pajama top again. "The nurse gives me medicine that makes it hurt not so bad."
"Does surg'ry hurt?" Ryan didn't really know what it was, but if it involved doctors or a hospital than it had to be bad.
"Nope 'cause I'm asleep." Brendon shifted around some. "They put you t'sleep and you wake up after."
"Oh," Ryan mumbled. Maybe doctors weren't all that bad.
"Does your wrist hurt?" Brendon asked him after. Ryan nodded because it did hurt pretty bad. But not too much if he didn't move it. "I hope it feels better." Brendon frowned.
"Brendon Urie!" Brendon started giggling, Ryan's head turning towards the doorway to see an angry woman dressed in bright colors coming down the little hall. "You know you're not supposed to leave your room on your own, young man." She came into the waiting room.
"This is my new friend, Ryan!" Brendon told her merrily. She ignored him and slid her hands hastily beneath Brendon's shoulders, lifting him from the seat. "He hurt his wrist and hasta get uh x-ray!"
"And you're supposed to be upstairs in bed where we can watch you." she reprimanded him, sticking Brendon on her hip. "You can't keep taking off like this, little man. You know better."
"I know. I'm sorry." Brendon looked down, playing with the nurse's shirt. "Can Ryan come play with me if I promise to stop leaving? It's so boring up there!" The woman looked down at Ryan then back to Brendon. "Please?" he dragged out in a whine.
"Maybe if you're good," she said, doubtfully. "Now let's get you back upstairs where you belong before I get fired." She turned to leave the room to bring Brendon back to his bed.
"Bye Ryan!" Brendon waved over the nurse's shoulder. "Hope your wrist feels better! Come play with me sometime!"
"Bye," Ryan mumbled, weakly waving back. "Hope your heart feels better." And like before, when they rounded the corner, Ryan's mom reappeared, carrying a lidded drink with a straw sticking out.
"I'm sorry I was gone so long, baby." she apologized, squatting down in front of him. "Are you okay?" Ryan nodded, wishing Brendon was still there because he was getting afraid of the x-ray again. "Here." Mrs. Ross smiled, extending the cup out. Ryan put his lips around the straw, sucking the liquid up lightly. Sprite; the only soda she let him have.
He looked at the floor, half expecting Brendon to pop out again, frowning when of course he didn't. Someone came from the double doors right outside the waiting room, calling Ryan's name, his mom standing up to carry him back. Ryan swallowed hard, clinging to his mother's shirt, closing his eyes and burying his face in her shoulder. He could do this; he would be fine.
Yet when the doors locked closed behind them, Ryan started crying all over again.
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They took Ryan's clothes and put a gown on him, tying it only behind his neck, laying him on this long bed-like-table inside a room his mom wasn't allowed in. She had to stay outside and look in through the window for safety reasons with the radiation. "Just lay as still as you can hun, okay?" the woman said as she pulled his limbs straight, smiling down at him. "It will sound loud and scary but it won't hurt at all. It's just going to take some pictures."
"Of my insides." he quietly spoke, feeling his heart beat faster.
"Yep." she smiled bigger. "If you stay still it won't take long at all. But if you move, we'll have to do it over." Ryan nodded. "You're such a big boy." The woman pressed a few buttons on the side of the machine. "I want you to count from ten for me. When you get to one you'll feel the bed move but don't worry. It's supposed to do that." Ryan remained silent and still. He just wanted it over with.
Shutting his eyes, Ryan listened to the woman leave, quietly counting down from ten. Brendon told him it was like being an astronaut. Ryan always liked hearing about astronauts exploring space; he loved the moon. It was so pretty, especially when full. If Brendon could do it, so could he.
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1-blast off
A/N--- yep. I know it's not much but I love doing kid!fics and I'm trying to hack away at that damn prompt list I have x3
xoxo Tabi
Author: ipanicdaily
Pairing: None really (only has Brendon + Ryan)
POV: 3rd
Rating: G
Disclaimer: As real as Pete Wentz being eaten by a tyrannosaurus rex. Hey, a girl can dream, can't she?
Summary: "'m Brendon." he stuck his hand out, sitting on his knees to face Ryan who scooted to the other side of the chair. "What's your name?"
"Ryan," he mumbled, not reaching out to shake the offered hand.
Warning: nope
Prompt: Hospital
Beta: lilrainforest
Author Notes: Just a really short little fluffy kid!fic. Only about 1,5oo words long.
Ryan sniffed again, leaning back against his mother's chest, legs dangling on either side of her lap. She had one hand rubbing small circles on his leg with the other securely around his waist, placing soft kisses to the side of his head for comfort. Ryan stared at the brightly painted wall across from him, holding his left wrist with his right hand to keep it from moving and hurting him more.
Ever since Pete pushed him earlier that day on the playground it's been hurting really bad.
The doctor in the emergency room where Ryan's mom brought him said he needed to get an x-ray to assess the damage. His mom had carried him from the crowded emergency room to the radiology department instead of waiting for the nurses to be able to, waiting in the small room for a technician to be available. Ryan was afraid because he had never gotten an x-ray before, and he knew he hated pretty much everything the doctor ever did to him; like shots and medicine and such. His mother told him that it would be okay, but she always did. It was a mother thing.
"You thirsty baby?" Mrs. Ross asked Ryan, kissing his head again. Ryan nodded, blinking his sore, red eyes back to reality. "Will you be okay for a minute while I go get something? I'll even get soda." Ryan nodded again because he never got soda, so naturally if his mom was giving it to him it was because she felt really bad. And Ryan loved soda; though most kids did.
Plus, there was no one else in the waiting room for Ryan to be afraid of.
"Okay, I'll be right back." With another kiss, Ryan's mom stood up then carefully placed him in their chair warm from her sitting, giving him a smile before leaving the little room. Ryan's legs barely stretched over the edge, body slumped back against the chair; looking up at the television playing cartoons.
As soon as his mom slipped from his peripheral sight, a boy suddenly inched his way from beneath the row of chairs Ryan was sitting in; startling Ryan. "W-what are you doin'?" he asked the boy who was dressed in thermal Superman pajamas. Ryan was only allowed to wear pajamas at night when he was going to bed.
"Hidin'," the boy said, grinning widely and pulling himself onto the chair beside Ryan. "'m Brendon." he stuck his hand out, sitting on his knees to face Ryan who scooted to the other side of the chair. "What's your name?"
"Ryan," he mumbled, not reaching out to shake the offered hand. He wasn't really supposed to associate with people he didn't know; even if they were his age. Or younger. Brendon looked smaller than Ryan with large brown eyes and messy brown hair. "Shouldn't you be with your mommy or daddy?" Ryan asked, trying to act mature.
"Nope." Brendon shook his head, still grinning. "I'm sa'post to be in my bed but it's so boring in there!" He climbed over the wooden handle to sit in the large seat with Ryan. "So I left my room to a'splore but m'hidin' 'cause the nurses will bring me back if they find me." Ryan pressed his back firmly against the other wooden arm rest. "What's wrong with your wrist?" Brendon's smile fell, looking down to Ryan's hands.
"I hurted it." Ryan answered quietly, noticing a tube sticking out from beneath clear tape on Brendon's hand. "I have to get a x-ray. What's that?" Ryan released his wrist to point at the boy's hand.
"Oh!" Brendon beamed again, tugging his sleeve back to expose the entire thing; the other part of the tube disappearing beneath his skin. "It's for my I-V! It's this bag of liquid that hangs by my bed and put stuff in-ta a tube that connects t'here," he pointed to the end sticking up, "With medicine so they don't hafta keep prick'n me." Ryan's hand slowly found his wrist again. "Ever had uh x-ray?"
"No," Ryan said with a shake of his head. "I don't want one." he looked away, sniffling more.
"Why not?" Brendon still sounded excited. "They put you in this large machine that takes pictures of your insides! I pretend I'm a astro-not about to go in-ta space!" Ryan looked back up to Brendon again. That made it less scary to think about. "But you hafta stay still which is hard."
"Why are you here?" Ryan asked, becoming less afraid of the boy, despite his very upbeat attitude.
"'cause my heart is sick." Brendon replied like it was nothing. "See?" he tugged his shirt up next, his body thin and pale like Ryan's, exposing a long scare across the upper left part of his chest; right over his heart. "I had-ta have surg'ry." Brendon pointed to the scar, looking down at himself.
"Does it hurt?" Ryan asked, thinking of when he scrapes himself up then has scars smaller and lighter than Brendon's; hurting horribly for awhile.
"Not on the outside." Brendon looked to Ryan, the light shimmering in his eyes. "But on the inside it does sometimes." He dropped his pajama top again. "The nurse gives me medicine that makes it hurt not so bad."
"Does surg'ry hurt?" Ryan didn't really know what it was, but if it involved doctors or a hospital than it had to be bad.
"Nope 'cause I'm asleep." Brendon shifted around some. "They put you t'sleep and you wake up after."
"Oh," Ryan mumbled. Maybe doctors weren't all that bad.
"Does your wrist hurt?" Brendon asked him after. Ryan nodded because it did hurt pretty bad. But not too much if he didn't move it. "I hope it feels better." Brendon frowned.
"Brendon Urie!" Brendon started giggling, Ryan's head turning towards the doorway to see an angry woman dressed in bright colors coming down the little hall. "You know you're not supposed to leave your room on your own, young man." She came into the waiting room.
"This is my new friend, Ryan!" Brendon told her merrily. She ignored him and slid her hands hastily beneath Brendon's shoulders, lifting him from the seat. "He hurt his wrist and hasta get uh x-ray!"
"And you're supposed to be upstairs in bed where we can watch you." she reprimanded him, sticking Brendon on her hip. "You can't keep taking off like this, little man. You know better."
"I know. I'm sorry." Brendon looked down, playing with the nurse's shirt. "Can Ryan come play with me if I promise to stop leaving? It's so boring up there!" The woman looked down at Ryan then back to Brendon. "Please?" he dragged out in a whine.
"Maybe if you're good," she said, doubtfully. "Now let's get you back upstairs where you belong before I get fired." She turned to leave the room to bring Brendon back to his bed.
"Bye Ryan!" Brendon waved over the nurse's shoulder. "Hope your wrist feels better! Come play with me sometime!"
"Bye," Ryan mumbled, weakly waving back. "Hope your heart feels better." And like before, when they rounded the corner, Ryan's mom reappeared, carrying a lidded drink with a straw sticking out.
"I'm sorry I was gone so long, baby." she apologized, squatting down in front of him. "Are you okay?" Ryan nodded, wishing Brendon was still there because he was getting afraid of the x-ray again. "Here." Mrs. Ross smiled, extending the cup out. Ryan put his lips around the straw, sucking the liquid up lightly. Sprite; the only soda she let him have.
He looked at the floor, half expecting Brendon to pop out again, frowning when of course he didn't. Someone came from the double doors right outside the waiting room, calling Ryan's name, his mom standing up to carry him back. Ryan swallowed hard, clinging to his mother's shirt, closing his eyes and burying his face in her shoulder. He could do this; he would be fine.
Yet when the doors locked closed behind them, Ryan started crying all over again.
~=~=~=~=~
They took Ryan's clothes and put a gown on him, tying it only behind his neck, laying him on this long bed-like-table inside a room his mom wasn't allowed in. She had to stay outside and look in through the window for safety reasons with the radiation. "Just lay as still as you can hun, okay?" the woman said as she pulled his limbs straight, smiling down at him. "It will sound loud and scary but it won't hurt at all. It's just going to take some pictures."
"Of my insides." he quietly spoke, feeling his heart beat faster.
"Yep." she smiled bigger. "If you stay still it won't take long at all. But if you move, we'll have to do it over." Ryan nodded. "You're such a big boy." The woman pressed a few buttons on the side of the machine. "I want you to count from ten for me. When you get to one you'll feel the bed move but don't worry. It's supposed to do that." Ryan remained silent and still. He just wanted it over with.
Shutting his eyes, Ryan listened to the woman leave, quietly counting down from ten. Brendon told him it was like being an astronaut. Ryan always liked hearing about astronauts exploring space; he loved the moon. It was so pretty, especially when full. If Brendon could do it, so could he.
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1-blast off
A/N--- yep. I know it's not much but I love doing kid!fics and I'm trying to hack away at that damn prompt list I have x3
xoxo Tabi