"Through The Haze"
Fandom: White Collar
Title: Through The Haze
Series: Part 4 of the "Man Down" series
Author: TeeJay
whitecollar100 Prompt: #53 Heat
Genre: Gen
Characters/Pairings: Neal, Peter
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG-13
Summary: An involuntary sound that was between a moan and a word left his lips, and immediately he heard his name being said. "Neal? Neal, you with us?"
Author's Note: Further continuation of my "Man Down" series. That said, I'm not usually a fan of drabble or ficlet series, but this one has kinda taken over my brain, and you readers seem to be craving more, so...
Disclaimer: White Collar, its characters and its settings belong to Jeff Eastin and USA Network. And, guys? Your characters are not only welcome, they're wonderful. I'm just borrowing, I promise.
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First there was confusion. A haze that seemed to cloud his brain, vague sensations that didn't seem to want to penetrate said haze.
It was sounds he heard first. Soft beeping, hushed voices. He moved his arm, tried to open his eyes. An involuntary sound that was between a moan and a word left his lips, and immediately he heard his name being said.
"Neal? Neal, you with us?"
Something touched his hand, someone. Warm skin. Too warm. It was too warm. He felt hot, hot underneath something too heavy that was covering him, and he moved his feet in a vain effort to kick away what felt like a thick blanket.
"Neal," the voice urged. "Neal, stop moving around, it's okay."
"Hot," he croaked in a voice that was barely his own.
"Shh, Neal, it's okay. You're in the hospital."
He finally opened his eyes, and there was Peter, his eyes intense with emotion, concern, relief. Neal tried to focus, but the haze wouldn't want to ebb. What had Peter said? Hospital? What?
"Peter," His voice was raspy from disuse.
"Yeah." The tiniest of smiles. "Yeah, it's me."
And that was how Neal knew it would be okay. Eventually.
Title: Through The Haze
Series: Part 4 of the "Man Down" series
Author: TeeJay
whitecollar100 Prompt: #53 Heat
Genre: Gen
Characters/Pairings: Neal, Peter
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG-13
Summary: An involuntary sound that was between a moan and a word left his lips, and immediately he heard his name being said. "Neal? Neal, you with us?"
Author's Note: Further continuation of my "Man Down" series. That said, I'm not usually a fan of drabble or ficlet series, but this one has kinda taken over my brain, and you readers seem to be craving more, so...
Disclaimer: White Collar, its characters and its settings belong to Jeff Eastin and USA Network. And, guys? Your characters are not only welcome, they're wonderful. I'm just borrowing, I promise.
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First there was confusion. A haze that seemed to cloud his brain, vague sensations that didn't seem to want to penetrate said haze.
It was sounds he heard first. Soft beeping, hushed voices. He moved his arm, tried to open his eyes. An involuntary sound that was between a moan and a word left his lips, and immediately he heard his name being said.
"Neal? Neal, you with us?"
Something touched his hand, someone. Warm skin. Too warm. It was too warm. He felt hot, hot underneath something too heavy that was covering him, and he moved his feet in a vain effort to kick away what felt like a thick blanket.
"Neal," the voice urged. "Neal, stop moving around, it's okay."
"Hot," he croaked in a voice that was barely his own.
"Shh, Neal, it's okay. You're in the hospital."
He finally opened his eyes, and there was Peter, his eyes intense with emotion, concern, relief. Neal tried to focus, but the haze wouldn't want to ebb. What had Peter said? Hospital? What?
"Peter," His voice was raspy from disuse.
"Yeah." The tiniest of smiles. "Yeah, it's me."
And that was how Neal knew it would be okay. Eventually.