Fun Fic Friday!
~Fun Fic Friday~
TGIF! It's the day before the weekend, and what better way to close out a long week than with a fun dose of ficlets and drabbles of Luke, Reid, or Luke & Reid? Or how about some amazing icons or graphics of the guys? (Don't be fooled by the name - Fun (Graph)Fic Friday just didn't have the same ring to it.) Here's your chance to ( Read more... )
I'm new to this comm although I have been devouring the rewatch and the fic, and thought I'd post a ficlet, cuz, well, ficlets are always good stress relief, which I need right now. I don't know this fandom well, so please forgive any errors (such as the name of Luke's nephrologist at Memorial, who I made up). Also, this is not exactly the prompt, but Luke is totally making that face in this ficlet. Yes! Really, he is. I promise. :-)
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In retrospect, he really should have told Reid last Wednesday. Reid was brutally honest--have you been playing paintball and forgot to change? Was competency not a requirement for this job?--but Luke kind of loved that about him. And Luke knew that Reid prized honesty as well. So yeah, that’s what he should have done.
In fairness, he didn’t really hadn’t known until Tuesday. Because before that, he hadn’t even suspected anything until that Saturday about a month ago, even though he’d been feeling crappy for a while, but then he couldn’t ignore the blood in his urine, and then he’d done the right thing and called his nephrologist. And then it took a while to get an appointment--and yeah, he could likely have gotten an earlier appointment but only if he pushed his--or Reid’s--weight around, and Reid knew he hated doing that, because it wasn’t right. And then there was no use in worrying Reid when he was so busy and planning to go to that conference in Alaska, and then Reid was away, and the other symptoms were more or less manageable except for that one time he’d just kept throwing up, but --
But then, Dr. Murray had wanted to run tests, and of course, he didn’t want to say anything until it was conclusive, and Dr. Murray had said he shouldn’t worry until they knew exactly what they were dealing with, and then Reid had had that patient die in recovery, and he couldn’t tell him then, and then Dr. Murray had--
Dr. Murray had said, You should talk to Reid.
Yes, Luke had said, I will. Tomorrow.
Tomorrow had been last Wednesday. And they’d gone out to dinner--Reid’s suggestion, because he was in a good mood, and Luke--looking at him, happy, laughing, waggling his eyebrows suggestively at Luke--Luke just.
He just couldn’t.
And now, another week had slipped by. Murray wanted to admit him. And Luke? Luke didn’t--
His cell phone rang, and his heart sank.
A text from Reid.
I ran into Murray. WTF? We need to talk.
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I second marsabi's request for another part.
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This is excellent and very realistic. Sometimes the timing's just never right for bad news.
This little ficlet is begging to be continued. :)
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Writing is a stress relief, I hear ya!
And I like this! I sense a big fight coming up though since they're our guys, you just know they'll work it out quickly. I like your Luke characterization--it's just like him not to want to trouble anyone.
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