au_muses May prompt:s: Ouch; alarm clock picture
ouch || 350 words || t
Maybe it wouldn't have happened if he'd gotten up when he was supposed to. People were predictable creatures; they had habits and routines and they usually stuck to them. If he hadn't overslept, James Wilson would have caught his bus and been safely inside the hospital getting some extra work done before rounds started. Instead, he was sprinting down the sidewalk in a desperate attempt to get to work anything close to on time. When a small boy stepped out of a doorway into his path, he sidestepped without looking and collided with someone on a bicycle, sending both of them sprawling.
"What the fuck?!" the cyclist raged.
James recognized the voice instantly. It was Aaron Tuttle, one of the other interns at the hospital. The two of them were not on what could be called friendly terms. James wasn't actually sure if Aaron was on friendly terms with anyone at all, but the other man's social life was the least of his concerns at the moment. Aaron had realized who had knocked him down and it made his anger flare even more.
"You fucking faggot," Aaron growled, hoisting himself up off the ground. He didn't even hesitate to assess his injuries before he lunged at James. Still on the ground, James automatically curled into a fetal position, trying to protect himself as much as he could.
The real problem, he knew, wasn't that he'd carelessly knocked Aaron down. That would be too easy; he'd be able to apologize and maybe get the punches to stop. No, the real problem was that James was, as Aaron had put it, a ‘fucking faggot.' And there was nothing James could do about that. At least they weren't very far from the hospital…
His last thought before a particularly brutal blow to the back of the head made him black out was to wonder if the kid he'd tried to sidestep had run away or if he was watching and learning either to hate and ridicule anyone who was different or to just lie down and take it when people treated you badly.
Maybe it wouldn't have happened if he'd gotten up when he was supposed to. People were predictable creatures; they had habits and routines and they usually stuck to them. If he hadn't overslept, James Wilson would have caught his bus and been safely inside the hospital getting some extra work done before rounds started. Instead, he was sprinting down the sidewalk in a desperate attempt to get to work anything close to on time. When a small boy stepped out of a doorway into his path, he sidestepped without looking and collided with someone on a bicycle, sending both of them sprawling.
"What the fuck?!" the cyclist raged.
James recognized the voice instantly. It was Aaron Tuttle, one of the other interns at the hospital. The two of them were not on what could be called friendly terms. James wasn't actually sure if Aaron was on friendly terms with anyone at all, but the other man's social life was the least of his concerns at the moment. Aaron had realized who had knocked him down and it made his anger flare even more.
"You fucking faggot," Aaron growled, hoisting himself up off the ground. He didn't even hesitate to assess his injuries before he lunged at James. Still on the ground, James automatically curled into a fetal position, trying to protect himself as much as he could.
The real problem, he knew, wasn't that he'd carelessly knocked Aaron down. That would be too easy; he'd be able to apologize and maybe get the punches to stop. No, the real problem was that James was, as Aaron had put it, a ‘fucking faggot.' And there was nothing James could do about that. At least they weren't very far from the hospital…
His last thought before a particularly brutal blow to the back of the head made him black out was to wonder if the kid he'd tried to sidestep had run away or if he was watching and learning either to hate and ridicule anyone who was different or to just lie down and take it when people treated you badly.