The Hospital 4
THE HOSPITAL
Author : sylva_anggia
Pairing : Brian/Zack, expect more in the next chapters
Rating : NC-17
Summary : "Only to care the disease, not to care the sick. The University Hospital made many doctors of this sort."
Disclaimer : This is a work of fiction and does not reflect the personal or professional lives of any real person or organization portrayed herein. No bodily harm intended whatsoever.
Dedication : Nogizaka Taro and Nagai Akira
( Chapter One )
( Chapter Two[part one] )
( Chapter Two[part two] )
( Chapter Three )
THE HOSPITAL 4
“What the-!” Matt mutters. He hurriedly over to Zack, kneeling down beside the unconscious man; after gently turning him to a more comfortable position, Matt begins checking on Zack’s vital. While at the same moment, Brian is mentally beating the life out of himself. He should have known when he heard the crashing sound; it was at that time when Zack collapsed. And what did he do? He fucking yelled something stupid to Zack!
“His breathing has stopped, but the pulse is still beating,” Matt says quickly. He soon presses the side of his face gently against Zack’s chest, while his index lightly drumming at the top of the rib. “I hear a reverberating-”
“Could it be Emphysema?” Brian pipes up, not even waiting for Matt to finish his sentence.
Matt raises his head and nods. “It could be…” he replies, pulling his cell phone from the back pocket of his pants. “I’ll call an ambulance.”
At Matt’s announcement, Brian is already moving over one of the counters with a drawer, and starts rummaging through it. “It’s too late. It’s been too long since he first collapsed!” he says, as he finds a pen from the drawer, and quickly pulling the ink from it. Next, he immediately jumps to the fridge and grabs a bottle of whiskey.
Matt watches Brian’s every movement confusedly, but keeps calling the ambulance anyway. And his confusion can only grows when Brian snaps the pen into two, then holding the two pieces together in one hand, while holding the bottle with the other hand as he drinks the content - or not, for he is quickly spraying the hard liquor out of his mouth over the two pieces in his hand.
Matt somehow knows it will sterilize the two pieces. But is he going to… what is Brian going to do anyway?
“Wait, wait, Brian! What are you - ”
“Hold him down!”
“Wha - ?”
“Fucking prick’s already having pneumonia. I’m not going to see him dies because of stupid Pneumonia-Emphysema complication. So help me up! And fucking hold him down!” Brian is practically screaming his last two sentences to Matt.
As much as Matt wants to disagree with whatever Brian is about to do with his unconscious boyfriend, Matt can only oblige. He grabs Zack’s shoulders and holding them tightly against the linoleum floor, waiting anxiously for Brian to make the next moves.
“This moron here,” Brian starts again, in a surprisingly milder tone, “he’s got one crazy temper. We worked together at UCSF Hospital*. He was a nurse there,” Brian pauses in favor of ripping Zack’s t-shirt off, “He followed me all the way to Congo, four years ago, despite of having to live an easy and comfortable life - well, not in this… house, cos it’s definitely a shit hole. And fucking telling me how he’ll never go into surgery with a doctor other than me.” Brian is smiling softly at the end of his speech, eyes fixed at the unconscious man beneath him.
Matt sees this. He sees how Brian looks over to Zack as if he’s the only sunshine in the man’s world. Warm brown eyes gleaming with affection, despite of his rather unkind words he was saying about his lover. In one way or another, Matt just can’t move his eyes from Brian, he’s somewhat melted into Brian’s voice, and the softness that graces his feature.
So when Brian suddenly stabs one of Zack’s rib with the sharp end of one of the two pieces of the broken pen, he can only cringe, as his breath hitches. He is totally caught off guard.
“What are you - !” Matt shouts in disbelief and shocked.
Zack cries out loud at the painful incursion, he shoots his hand to Brian’s arm, grabbing it and digging his nails on the skin, as the sharp piece punctures a hole on his rib. Blood is spilling out of the small wound. But he isn’t the only one bleeding here. Blood is also spilling from Brian’s arms, as Zack’s nails tear his skin open.
“How could you even think of…!” Matt trails off, as he sees Zack is slowly calming down. In addition to that, Zack is only making a small whimper as Brian stabs the last piece into his other rib.
A realization hits Matt soon after Brian gives Zack a CPR.
***
A/N. *UCSF = University of California - San Francisco. In case you don’t remember, or you don’t know. =P
Author : sylva_anggia
Pairing : Brian/Zack, expect more in the next chapters
Rating : NC-17
Summary : "Only to care the disease, not to care the sick. The University Hospital made many doctors of this sort."
Disclaimer : This is a work of fiction and does not reflect the personal or professional lives of any real person or organization portrayed herein. No bodily harm intended whatsoever.
Dedication : Nogizaka Taro and Nagai Akira
( Chapter One )
( Chapter Two[part one] )
( Chapter Two[part two] )
( Chapter Three )
THE HOSPITAL 4
“What the-!” Matt mutters. He hurriedly over to Zack, kneeling down beside the unconscious man; after gently turning him to a more comfortable position, Matt begins checking on Zack’s vital. While at the same moment, Brian is mentally beating the life out of himself. He should have known when he heard the crashing sound; it was at that time when Zack collapsed. And what did he do? He fucking yelled something stupid to Zack!
“His breathing has stopped, but the pulse is still beating,” Matt says quickly. He soon presses the side of his face gently against Zack’s chest, while his index lightly drumming at the top of the rib. “I hear a reverberating-”
“Could it be Emphysema?” Brian pipes up, not even waiting for Matt to finish his sentence.
Matt raises his head and nods. “It could be…” he replies, pulling his cell phone from the back pocket of his pants. “I’ll call an ambulance.”
At Matt’s announcement, Brian is already moving over one of the counters with a drawer, and starts rummaging through it. “It’s too late. It’s been too long since he first collapsed!” he says, as he finds a pen from the drawer, and quickly pulling the ink from it. Next, he immediately jumps to the fridge and grabs a bottle of whiskey.
Matt watches Brian’s every movement confusedly, but keeps calling the ambulance anyway. And his confusion can only grows when Brian snaps the pen into two, then holding the two pieces together in one hand, while holding the bottle with the other hand as he drinks the content - or not, for he is quickly spraying the hard liquor out of his mouth over the two pieces in his hand.
Matt somehow knows it will sterilize the two pieces. But is he going to… what is Brian going to do anyway?
“Wait, wait, Brian! What are you - ”
“Hold him down!”
“Wha - ?”
“Fucking prick’s already having pneumonia. I’m not going to see him dies because of stupid Pneumonia-Emphysema complication. So help me up! And fucking hold him down!” Brian is practically screaming his last two sentences to Matt.
As much as Matt wants to disagree with whatever Brian is about to do with his unconscious boyfriend, Matt can only oblige. He grabs Zack’s shoulders and holding them tightly against the linoleum floor, waiting anxiously for Brian to make the next moves.
“This moron here,” Brian starts again, in a surprisingly milder tone, “he’s got one crazy temper. We worked together at UCSF Hospital*. He was a nurse there,” Brian pauses in favor of ripping Zack’s t-shirt off, “He followed me all the way to Congo, four years ago, despite of having to live an easy and comfortable life - well, not in this… house, cos it’s definitely a shit hole. And fucking telling me how he’ll never go into surgery with a doctor other than me.” Brian is smiling softly at the end of his speech, eyes fixed at the unconscious man beneath him.
Matt sees this. He sees how Brian looks over to Zack as if he’s the only sunshine in the man’s world. Warm brown eyes gleaming with affection, despite of his rather unkind words he was saying about his lover. In one way or another, Matt just can’t move his eyes from Brian, he’s somewhat melted into Brian’s voice, and the softness that graces his feature.
So when Brian suddenly stabs one of Zack’s rib with the sharp end of one of the two pieces of the broken pen, he can only cringe, as his breath hitches. He is totally caught off guard.
“What are you - !” Matt shouts in disbelief and shocked.
Zack cries out loud at the painful incursion, he shoots his hand to Brian’s arm, grabbing it and digging his nails on the skin, as the sharp piece punctures a hole on his rib. Blood is spilling out of the small wound. But he isn’t the only one bleeding here. Blood is also spilling from Brian’s arms, as Zack’s nails tear his skin open.
“How could you even think of…!” Matt trails off, as he sees Zack is slowly calming down. In addition to that, Zack is only making a small whimper as Brian stabs the last piece into his other rib.
A realization hits Matt soon after Brian gives Zack a CPR.
***
A/N. *UCSF = University of California - San Francisco. In case you don’t remember, or you don’t know. =P