Fic: Good Thing Lassy's left-handed (2/3)
Title: Good thing Lassy's Left Handed (2/3)
Author: Skellig8
Warnings: PG-13 for blood
Pairing: eventually Lassiter/Shawn
Summary: "There was just so much blood, Gus! Everywhere! I was holding onto him and Gus, there was just so much blood!"
A/N: to much prompting, here is a continuation and I'm already working on chapter three, so no worries on that front. Without further ado...
For once in his life, Shawn wasn’t paying that much attention to the details around him. Right now Lassiter’s life was on the line, life that was currently seeping out between his fingers with each beat of Lassy’s heart. The detective had saved him from the wild gunfire and had taken a bullet doing so. Carlton’s shoulder was a mess, the entry wound towards the back had gone in clean, but the exit would was a lot messier. It had pushed through muscle and judging how fast the blood was coming out, must’ve nicked an artery.
Shawn had quickly called for an ambulance on the squawking radio on Carlton’s belt as he tried to keep the other man aware. The normally pale Irishman had lost any color from the blood loss, his complexion ashen. Lassy had passed out, leaving Shawn scared and afraid of what to do. Usually it was Lassy that had his back. Where was Juliet? Somewhere in the chaos of the street no doubt.
He was still waiting for the ambulance to arrive, it had felt like hour. He had come to the hostage situation, picking up a detail about what the men really wanted, but before he had gotten a chance to help they had opened fire. If Lassy had been watching out for himself, he wouldn’t have gotten into this mess. Tears pricked Shawn’s eyes regarding the man slumped in front of him. Lassy was not going to die here! This time it was Shawn’s turn to save him for once.
“Don’t you dare go,” Shawn threatened the unconscious man. “Don’t you dare.”
Friendly hands landed on Shawn’s shoulders and he started in surprise, but the pressure on Lassy’s wound never faltered. The paramedics had arrived- finally!
It was a woman and a man and they instantly began asking questions. The woman was stepping forward to help explain thing.
“You’re holding the wound closed really well. I’m going to tape your hands to him, do not let up in the pressure.”
Shawn nodded, glad that he wouldn’t be parted helplessly from Carlton. She gently, but firmly wrapped his hands to Lassy’s shoulder.
The other EMT spoke up, “What’s his name?”
“He’s Head Detective Carlton Lassiter, SBPD. He has a wristband on his right wrist of allergies, one of them is penicillin.”
The paramedic acknowledged this with a nod. They quickly maneuvered the detective onto the stretcher and onto the gurney, packing him into the ambulance was a challenge with Shawn still attached, but they managed. They asked him important questions, and Shawn remembered answering them, but was focused on the detective’s face. An oxygen mask was placed over his face and it fogged slightly, relieving Shawn that he was still breathing.
The EMTs were in constant motion, sticking Carlton with needles, hooking him up to a bag of saline to help replace some blood loss. They hooked him up to a portable monitor to track his progress.
“You’re lucky that you found him. He would’ve bled out if not for you.”
Shawn felt a heavy weight settle in his stomach. ‘It’s because of me that he’s bleeding out.’ He thought.
They made it to the hospital without incident and the paramedics were worried about the usual from blood loss- a fast heart rate and low blood pressure. They were keeping him warm to ward off shock and the chill that comes with losing blood. In the ER, Shawn’s hands were replaced by gloved nurses and he was pushed aside into the periphery of the room. Watching the ER team move as a cohesive whole to make sure Carlton would stay alive. They worked off his suit jacket and maneuvered him gently to take off the holster. Scissors made quick work of the bloodstained shirt and Carlton was more conscious than he had been in the ambulance. He winced in pain and was beginning to wake up, weakly answering questions from the doctors. Shawn wanted to speak with him, to make sure everything was okay.
“Get him out of here,” the main doctor ordered.
Shawn got a last glimpse of Carlton’s oxygen covered face before the curtain was pulled and he was led away. He was left to stare at his hands, his bloody hands. They were quickly becoming stiff with the drying blood, some larger smears starting to coagulate. He needed to get this off, now! The nurse that had led him away took pity on him and pulled his arm and gently led him to a scrub sink. She stepped on the water pedal and opened a sterile bar of soap for him, placing it in his hands.
Ten minutes later and red hands were left of his work at the sink. The feeling of tightness was still there and he flexed his hands repeatedly to get rid of it. The nurse had returned and showed him to the waiting room and fetched him a glass of water which he stared numbly into for the better part of an hour. He paid little attention to the passing time, and his mind finally caught up with his body and he was sure he broke a few sprinting records to the trash can, emptying the contents of his stomach.
His next stop was the washroom and taking a few handfuls of water to rinse out his mouth. Then, he went back into the waiting room to wait for the news on Carlton’s condition. A doctor came out into the room, Shawn recognizing him as one that had worked on Carlton. Shawn got his attention and asked with anxiousness how Carlton was doing.
“He’s lost a lot of blood, be we were able to replenish it with a transfusion and saline. He’s stable and in the OR right now getting his shoulder worked on. Barring any complications, he should come out fine.”
Shawn sighed with relief, running a hand through his hair. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”
Shawn paced and fidgeted in the surgery waiting room, probably the longest time that he had gone without talking, too nervous to talk to the other nervous and anxious people in there. Finally realizing how they felt and he didn’t want to talk about anything either. He was oblivious to the blood stains on his shirt that he had gotten when they moved Lassiter into the ambulance and the circle on his knee where he had accidentally kneeled in the puddle of blood.
A buzz in his pocket made him startle. “Hello?”
“Shawn, it’s me.”
“Gus?”
“Shawn! Where are you? I’ve been calling around and no one knows where you are!”
“I’m at the hospital.”
“What?!” came Gus’ shriek.
“Gus, I’m not hurt.”
“Well you could’ve called me and let me know you’re fine! What a way to scare a guy. It’s all over the news! They said they opened fire on the street, and that there were a few injuries to the civilians and cops. There was a cop shot you know!”
“Yeah, Gus. I know. I know too well.”
Gus was silent for a moment, hearing the serious tone in Shawn’s voice and knowing something was wrong- halting him in his rant.
“Shawn?”
“It was Lassy, Gus. Lassy was shot.”
“Oh my God.”
“Gus… There was just so much blood. I was there, Gus. I was holding onto him and Gus, there was just so much blood! I could feel his heart beating and more blood would come out.”
“Shhh, Shawn. It’s okay. How’s Lassiter doing?”
“He’s in the OR right now getting surgery to repair his shoulder. He’s stable, but I won’t be able to see him until he comes out.”
“Okay, Shawn. But I could’ve used a phone call. I was really worried. Does anyone else know?”
“I don’t know. I think they called it into the police as soon as they got him. I hope they’ll be by later to check up on him.”
“All right. Call me back later and let me know how he’s doing. I’ll come pick you up.”
“Yeah, ok.”
“Later, Shawn.”
“Bye, Gus.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Carlton was aware of a buzzing noise, in that space between sleep and wakefulness. He was floating, hovering between the two; it was a warm fuzzy feeling. He was aware of another presence and they were speaking but he couldn’t understand the words.
Shawn had fielded phone calls all afternoon, mostly with the chief wanting updates on Carlton’s condition. She was relieved that someone was there with him. Juliet had called after the chief, the same reassurances were given and that she was coming by later to check on him.
“Yeah, Chief. I’m planning on staying with him,” came the voice through the haze in Carlton’s mind. He opened his eyes slowly, the world settling into place.
“Yeah, he just got out of surgery a few hours ago. Oh! He’s waking up! Yeah, he’s all right. I’ll call you back, okay?”
Carlton turned his head and found Spencer in a chair at his bedside.
“Hey Lassy! How’re you doin’?” Shawn slid forward in his chair and reaching out to grip the detective’s left wrist, as if making sure the detective was still there.
“Spencer?”
“How are you feeling?”
Doing a self-diagnostic he spit out the first thing that came to his head. “I feel woobily.”
Shawn cracked a small smile. “I’m sure. You got out of anesthesia awhile ago. They woke you up, do you remember?”
“Yeah.”
“You’re on some good stuff for the pain right now. I can imagine you’re feeling pretty fine.”
“Yeah… Did we get them?”
“I don’t know all the details. But we got them. SWAT moved in and all the hostages are fine. No lasting injuries on that front.”
“Good.”
There was an awkward pause.
“Spencer?”
“Yeah?”
“Thanks.”
“Nah, Lassy,” Shawn shook his head. “You saved my ass this time. You just got hurt doing it for my sake… I’m so sorry.”
Carlton regarded him with a little more clarity than one should be hyped up on morphine. “It’s my job, Spencer. Watching your back, you’re a civilian. It’s what I do.”
“But a psychic civilian!” Shawn defended himself. “A dashing psychic civilian if I do say so myself.”
“That may be, but it’s not something to be sorry for.”
“Hey! I know what you’re doing! I’m the one supposed to be making you feel better!”
“So, I guess we call this even then.”
Shawn sat dumbfounded for a second. Who knew Lassy could be so insightful hopped up on morphine?
“Yeah… I guess so.”
~*~*~*~
Carly's a bit off right now, but he's on morphine. He'll say the first thing that comes to mind. I think Lassiter is a bit under-rated in the show. He's really smart and insightful, Shawn doesn't give him enough credit sometimes.
Author: Skellig8
Warnings: PG-13 for blood
Pairing: eventually Lassiter/Shawn
Summary: "There was just so much blood, Gus! Everywhere! I was holding onto him and Gus, there was just so much blood!"
A/N: to much prompting, here is a continuation and I'm already working on chapter three, so no worries on that front. Without further ado...
For once in his life, Shawn wasn’t paying that much attention to the details around him. Right now Lassiter’s life was on the line, life that was currently seeping out between his fingers with each beat of Lassy’s heart. The detective had saved him from the wild gunfire and had taken a bullet doing so. Carlton’s shoulder was a mess, the entry wound towards the back had gone in clean, but the exit would was a lot messier. It had pushed through muscle and judging how fast the blood was coming out, must’ve nicked an artery.
Shawn had quickly called for an ambulance on the squawking radio on Carlton’s belt as he tried to keep the other man aware. The normally pale Irishman had lost any color from the blood loss, his complexion ashen. Lassy had passed out, leaving Shawn scared and afraid of what to do. Usually it was Lassy that had his back. Where was Juliet? Somewhere in the chaos of the street no doubt.
He was still waiting for the ambulance to arrive, it had felt like hour. He had come to the hostage situation, picking up a detail about what the men really wanted, but before he had gotten a chance to help they had opened fire. If Lassy had been watching out for himself, he wouldn’t have gotten into this mess. Tears pricked Shawn’s eyes regarding the man slumped in front of him. Lassy was not going to die here! This time it was Shawn’s turn to save him for once.
“Don’t you dare go,” Shawn threatened the unconscious man. “Don’t you dare.”
Friendly hands landed on Shawn’s shoulders and he started in surprise, but the pressure on Lassy’s wound never faltered. The paramedics had arrived- finally!
It was a woman and a man and they instantly began asking questions. The woman was stepping forward to help explain thing.
“You’re holding the wound closed really well. I’m going to tape your hands to him, do not let up in the pressure.”
Shawn nodded, glad that he wouldn’t be parted helplessly from Carlton. She gently, but firmly wrapped his hands to Lassy’s shoulder.
The other EMT spoke up, “What’s his name?”
“He’s Head Detective Carlton Lassiter, SBPD. He has a wristband on his right wrist of allergies, one of them is penicillin.”
The paramedic acknowledged this with a nod. They quickly maneuvered the detective onto the stretcher and onto the gurney, packing him into the ambulance was a challenge with Shawn still attached, but they managed. They asked him important questions, and Shawn remembered answering them, but was focused on the detective’s face. An oxygen mask was placed over his face and it fogged slightly, relieving Shawn that he was still breathing.
The EMTs were in constant motion, sticking Carlton with needles, hooking him up to a bag of saline to help replace some blood loss. They hooked him up to a portable monitor to track his progress.
“You’re lucky that you found him. He would’ve bled out if not for you.”
Shawn felt a heavy weight settle in his stomach. ‘It’s because of me that he’s bleeding out.’ He thought.
They made it to the hospital without incident and the paramedics were worried about the usual from blood loss- a fast heart rate and low blood pressure. They were keeping him warm to ward off shock and the chill that comes with losing blood. In the ER, Shawn’s hands were replaced by gloved nurses and he was pushed aside into the periphery of the room. Watching the ER team move as a cohesive whole to make sure Carlton would stay alive. They worked off his suit jacket and maneuvered him gently to take off the holster. Scissors made quick work of the bloodstained shirt and Carlton was more conscious than he had been in the ambulance. He winced in pain and was beginning to wake up, weakly answering questions from the doctors. Shawn wanted to speak with him, to make sure everything was okay.
“Get him out of here,” the main doctor ordered.
Shawn got a last glimpse of Carlton’s oxygen covered face before the curtain was pulled and he was led away. He was left to stare at his hands, his bloody hands. They were quickly becoming stiff with the drying blood, some larger smears starting to coagulate. He needed to get this off, now! The nurse that had led him away took pity on him and pulled his arm and gently led him to a scrub sink. She stepped on the water pedal and opened a sterile bar of soap for him, placing it in his hands.
Ten minutes later and red hands were left of his work at the sink. The feeling of tightness was still there and he flexed his hands repeatedly to get rid of it. The nurse had returned and showed him to the waiting room and fetched him a glass of water which he stared numbly into for the better part of an hour. He paid little attention to the passing time, and his mind finally caught up with his body and he was sure he broke a few sprinting records to the trash can, emptying the contents of his stomach.
His next stop was the washroom and taking a few handfuls of water to rinse out his mouth. Then, he went back into the waiting room to wait for the news on Carlton’s condition. A doctor came out into the room, Shawn recognizing him as one that had worked on Carlton. Shawn got his attention and asked with anxiousness how Carlton was doing.
“He’s lost a lot of blood, be we were able to replenish it with a transfusion and saline. He’s stable and in the OR right now getting his shoulder worked on. Barring any complications, he should come out fine.”
Shawn sighed with relief, running a hand through his hair. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”
Shawn paced and fidgeted in the surgery waiting room, probably the longest time that he had gone without talking, too nervous to talk to the other nervous and anxious people in there. Finally realizing how they felt and he didn’t want to talk about anything either. He was oblivious to the blood stains on his shirt that he had gotten when they moved Lassiter into the ambulance and the circle on his knee where he had accidentally kneeled in the puddle of blood.
A buzz in his pocket made him startle. “Hello?”
“Shawn, it’s me.”
“Gus?”
“Shawn! Where are you? I’ve been calling around and no one knows where you are!”
“I’m at the hospital.”
“What?!” came Gus’ shriek.
“Gus, I’m not hurt.”
“Well you could’ve called me and let me know you’re fine! What a way to scare a guy. It’s all over the news! They said they opened fire on the street, and that there were a few injuries to the civilians and cops. There was a cop shot you know!”
“Yeah, Gus. I know. I know too well.”
Gus was silent for a moment, hearing the serious tone in Shawn’s voice and knowing something was wrong- halting him in his rant.
“Shawn?”
“It was Lassy, Gus. Lassy was shot.”
“Oh my God.”
“Gus… There was just so much blood. I was there, Gus. I was holding onto him and Gus, there was just so much blood! I could feel his heart beating and more blood would come out.”
“Shhh, Shawn. It’s okay. How’s Lassiter doing?”
“He’s in the OR right now getting surgery to repair his shoulder. He’s stable, but I won’t be able to see him until he comes out.”
“Okay, Shawn. But I could’ve used a phone call. I was really worried. Does anyone else know?”
“I don’t know. I think they called it into the police as soon as they got him. I hope they’ll be by later to check up on him.”
“All right. Call me back later and let me know how he’s doing. I’ll come pick you up.”
“Yeah, ok.”
“Later, Shawn.”
“Bye, Gus.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Carlton was aware of a buzzing noise, in that space between sleep and wakefulness. He was floating, hovering between the two; it was a warm fuzzy feeling. He was aware of another presence and they were speaking but he couldn’t understand the words.
Shawn had fielded phone calls all afternoon, mostly with the chief wanting updates on Carlton’s condition. She was relieved that someone was there with him. Juliet had called after the chief, the same reassurances were given and that she was coming by later to check on him.
“Yeah, Chief. I’m planning on staying with him,” came the voice through the haze in Carlton’s mind. He opened his eyes slowly, the world settling into place.
“Yeah, he just got out of surgery a few hours ago. Oh! He’s waking up! Yeah, he’s all right. I’ll call you back, okay?”
Carlton turned his head and found Spencer in a chair at his bedside.
“Hey Lassy! How’re you doin’?” Shawn slid forward in his chair and reaching out to grip the detective’s left wrist, as if making sure the detective was still there.
“Spencer?”
“How are you feeling?”
Doing a self-diagnostic he spit out the first thing that came to his head. “I feel woobily.”
Shawn cracked a small smile. “I’m sure. You got out of anesthesia awhile ago. They woke you up, do you remember?”
“Yeah.”
“You’re on some good stuff for the pain right now. I can imagine you’re feeling pretty fine.”
“Yeah… Did we get them?”
“I don’t know all the details. But we got them. SWAT moved in and all the hostages are fine. No lasting injuries on that front.”
“Good.”
There was an awkward pause.
“Spencer?”
“Yeah?”
“Thanks.”
“Nah, Lassy,” Shawn shook his head. “You saved my ass this time. You just got hurt doing it for my sake… I’m so sorry.”
Carlton regarded him with a little more clarity than one should be hyped up on morphine. “It’s my job, Spencer. Watching your back, you’re a civilian. It’s what I do.”
“But a psychic civilian!” Shawn defended himself. “A dashing psychic civilian if I do say so myself.”
“That may be, but it’s not something to be sorry for.”
“Hey! I know what you’re doing! I’m the one supposed to be making you feel better!”
“So, I guess we call this even then.”
Shawn sat dumbfounded for a second. Who knew Lassy could be so insightful hopped up on morphine?
“Yeah… I guess so.”
~*~*~*~
Carly's a bit off right now, but he's on morphine. He'll say the first thing that comes to mind. I think Lassiter is a bit under-rated in the show. He's really smart and insightful, Shawn doesn't give him enough credit sometimes.