EMERGENCY- Kradam drabble
Title: Emergency
Fandom: American Idol season 8
Pairing: Kradam
Rating: Tame lol
Word Count: 552
Written for: ontd_ai drabble meme prompt 3. Kris/Adam- during the tour- PG-13 or tamer. Kris is injured on stage and Adam comes to his ~rescue~.
Adam relaxed into one of the seats backstage at the first venue. Tonight was the dress rehearsal and he’d just introduced Kris, before scampering off stage and offering a quick “Good luck” to the shorter man as they crossed paths. He listened intently through the walls, hoping to hear the beginning of his best friend’s set. When the music started, Adam’s smile widened, hearing Kris’ voice fill the currently empty arena. He couldn’t wait until tomorrow night, when the place would be full, and they’d be singing for more than each other.
Adam’s small daydream was shaken from him as he was brought back to reality by the sound of a surprised shriek piercing through the sound system. Kris had stopped singing, and all Adam could hear now was a steady, loud thumping. There it was again... and again... and again. Faster and faster until it stopped, the ending embellished with a throaty groan. Adam leapt from his seat to peek out onto the stage, and gasped when he saw what had happened. Kris lay at the foot of the huge staircase, his body shaking. Adam tore onto the stage, he could see several of the others doing the same from the audience, with Allison in the lead. Adam was the first to Kris’ side. “Kris!” he rushed. “You alright?” He was answered by another groan, Kris rolling over to face him. Adam shook his head, feeling sorry for the younger man. He placed a calming hand against Kris’ back. “Come on, can you sit?”
Kris began to pull himself into a seated position with Adam’s guidance, hissing at the pain as he did so. “God, this hurts,” he groaned, Adam drawing him in closer.
By the time Kris had sat up, the other idols had reached the stage, and Allison was immediately at his side. “Oh my God, Kris, are you alright? That looked like a nasty fall. What hurts? Did you break anything?” Kris groaned in response and Adam looked up pointedly at Allison, lightly pushing her away.
“Alli, don’t crowd him, he’s overwhelmed,” Adam warned her.
“But... but...”
“But nothing, Alli.” Allison pouted and scooted backwards, still holding Kris’ hand to comfort him, but not close enough to crowd him. Adam leaned into Kris, holding him tighter. “Now you’re going to answer all those questions for me.”
Kris sighed. “I don’t even know,” he whined. “I fell down an entire freaking flight of stairs and I probably broke my leg or something, I don’t know, it just hurts...”
Lil wasn’t doing anything substantial with her life, so she stood up and raced backstage, intent on finding the medic to come to Kris’ aid.
Adam smiled gently down at Kris, who had since rested his head against the man’s chest. Running a comforting hand through the younger man’s hair, he quietly assured him “It’ll be alright, you’ll be fine. I know it hurts, but you’ll be fine. And you have all of us here to help you, OK?”
A small, slightly forced smile broke through Kris’ pained expression. “Thanks, Adam,” he replied. A small tug on his hand. “You too, Alli.” But the way Kris was now semi-comfortably nestled into Adam’s chest, Adam knew that Kris didn’t play favorites on purpose, but he was positive his meant a little more.
Fandom: American Idol season 8
Pairing: Kradam
Rating: Tame lol
Word Count: 552
Written for: ontd_ai drabble meme prompt 3. Kris/Adam- during the tour- PG-13 or tamer. Kris is injured on stage and Adam comes to his ~rescue~.
Adam relaxed into one of the seats backstage at the first venue. Tonight was the dress rehearsal and he’d just introduced Kris, before scampering off stage and offering a quick “Good luck” to the shorter man as they crossed paths. He listened intently through the walls, hoping to hear the beginning of his best friend’s set. When the music started, Adam’s smile widened, hearing Kris’ voice fill the currently empty arena. He couldn’t wait until tomorrow night, when the place would be full, and they’d be singing for more than each other.
Adam’s small daydream was shaken from him as he was brought back to reality by the sound of a surprised shriek piercing through the sound system. Kris had stopped singing, and all Adam could hear now was a steady, loud thumping. There it was again... and again... and again. Faster and faster until it stopped, the ending embellished with a throaty groan. Adam leapt from his seat to peek out onto the stage, and gasped when he saw what had happened. Kris lay at the foot of the huge staircase, his body shaking. Adam tore onto the stage, he could see several of the others doing the same from the audience, with Allison in the lead. Adam was the first to Kris’ side. “Kris!” he rushed. “You alright?” He was answered by another groan, Kris rolling over to face him. Adam shook his head, feeling sorry for the younger man. He placed a calming hand against Kris’ back. “Come on, can you sit?”
Kris began to pull himself into a seated position with Adam’s guidance, hissing at the pain as he did so. “God, this hurts,” he groaned, Adam drawing him in closer.
By the time Kris had sat up, the other idols had reached the stage, and Allison was immediately at his side. “Oh my God, Kris, are you alright? That looked like a nasty fall. What hurts? Did you break anything?” Kris groaned in response and Adam looked up pointedly at Allison, lightly pushing her away.
“Alli, don’t crowd him, he’s overwhelmed,” Adam warned her.
“But... but...”
“But nothing, Alli.” Allison pouted and scooted backwards, still holding Kris’ hand to comfort him, but not close enough to crowd him. Adam leaned into Kris, holding him tighter. “Now you’re going to answer all those questions for me.”
Kris sighed. “I don’t even know,” he whined. “I fell down an entire freaking flight of stairs and I probably broke my leg or something, I don’t know, it just hurts...”
Lil wasn’t doing anything substantial with her life, so she stood up and raced backstage, intent on finding the medic to come to Kris’ aid.
Adam smiled gently down at Kris, who had since rested his head against the man’s chest. Running a comforting hand through the younger man’s hair, he quietly assured him “It’ll be alright, you’ll be fine. I know it hurts, but you’ll be fine. And you have all of us here to help you, OK?”
A small, slightly forced smile broke through Kris’ pained expression. “Thanks, Adam,” he replied. A small tug on his hand. “You too, Alli.” But the way Kris was now semi-comfortably nestled into Adam’s chest, Adam knew that Kris didn’t play favorites on purpose, but he was positive his meant a little more.