Real Person // Keanu Reeves and Sandra Bullock // What Costars Are For
Title: What Costars Are For
Fandom: Real Person
Characters: Keanu Reeves and Sandra Bullock
Prompt: #46; Strong.
Word Count: 786
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: Incident on the Speed set.
Author's Notes: Is this a real injury for that age? I doubt it. I don't know them. This is just how I think it should be.
Sandra couldn’t comprehend how it happened. One minute, they’re screaming, she’s crying, he’s throwing himself at the pole. In the next instant he’s on the floor of the fake subway yelling for a completely different reason. The world stopped, Sandra cut off another desperate cry, and the crew watched for a few horrified moments as Keanu curled into himself, clutching his leg.
“Cut!” Jan yelled, though the cameras had stopped running the moment Keanu dropped. “Get the medic!”
Sandra reached over and quickly unsnapped the fake handcuffs, rubbing her sore wrists for a moment before standing over her costar. Everyone else was standoffish, watching him moan but unsure of how to help him until aide arrived. Her heart caught in her throat when she actually looked at his leg; the calf was wickedly twisted in the opposite direction of the upper half. Being cramped in the confined space couldn’t help it either.
“What happened?” she asked kneeling beside his fetal positioned body.
“Hit the pole wrong,” he grimaced between his teeth. “Something’s snapped.” the veins in his neck strained as he silently dealt with another wave of pain shocking through his body.
“Does it hurt?” the basic question slipped out before Sandra could consider it. “Oh, what am I saying, stupid question of course it hurts, look at your leg it’s practically mangled and you’re curled up for-”
“Sandy, stop making me feel better,” he ordered with the barest of smiles. A small chuckle waved through the watching crowd.
“I’m here, I’m here … oh man.” the crowd parted to let the medic through; he stepped over Keanu to kneel on the other side of him. “Mr. Reeves, I know you’re in pain, but I can’t see what’s wrong. I’m going to have you move.” he urged Keanu to roll onto his back, and turn so his legs could stretch out a little as opposed to being cramped between the seats. Keanu followed the directions, a tight expression on his face as the pain in his leg continued to throb. Sandra navigated her own position so Keanu could rest his head on her legs. She got the urge to joke about his head in her lap, but restrained herself. Now was not the time. Extracting a knife from his bag the medic slit Keanu’s khakis and ripped the fabric.
“Fuck,” Sandra muttered, turning away at the sight of Keanu’s tibia bone straining against the skin.
“Your bone popped out of the socket,” the medic diagnosed calmly. “Not too serious. You probably just kicked with the wrong part of your foot, causing the leg to come out of joint. I’m going to snap it back into place, but because you’re older it’s going to hurt and may not be that easy to do.” he looked up at Sandra, calling her attention to him. She met his eye, careful to keep from seeing Keanu’s distressed leg. “You may want to take his hand.”
“She doesn’t have-” Sandra firmly clutched his hand in her own.
“We’re good.”
“All right.” the medic held Keanu’s leg in one hand and the protruding end in the other. “Deep breath.”
Keanu inhaled, gripping onto Sandra’s hand, and she stroked his hair to calm him. The medic felt for the correct hole, inhaled himself, and popped the bone back into place. Keanu’s back muscles stiffened against her legs; he squeezed her hand tight before releasing and exhaling hard.
“You did it, tough guy,” she said proudly patting his head. “Is his leg going to be okay?” she asked.
“Well, like I said, considering his age we should watch it for a couple days. I’ll get some ice to curb any swelling and he should take a couple Tylenol. A knee brace wouldn’t be a bad idea either. We don’t want it to happen again; it can weaken the joints and cause further problems down the road. I’ll be right back. You did good.”
He walked off to craft services for some ice, quickly flanked by Jan and a producer on either side. The rest of the crew had dispersed as Jan had called for a break.
“You’ll need a new pair of pants,” Sandra suggested. “I think the audience will notice if in one scene you have pants and then in the next it’s half pant, half short.”
Keanu gave a throaty chuckle, obviously still in pain from his leg. “Yeah. That could be a problem.” he released the pressure on her hand but didn’t let go just yet. “Thanks,” he said quietly.
“That‘s what costars are for.” she continued to caress his hair, and Keanu closed his eyes, momentarily losing himself in her touch and forgetting the pain dully throbbing in his knee.
Fandom: Real Person
Characters: Keanu Reeves and Sandra Bullock
Prompt: #46; Strong.
Word Count: 786
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: Incident on the Speed set.
Author's Notes: Is this a real injury for that age? I doubt it. I don't know them. This is just how I think it should be.
Sandra couldn’t comprehend how it happened. One minute, they’re screaming, she’s crying, he’s throwing himself at the pole. In the next instant he’s on the floor of the fake subway yelling for a completely different reason. The world stopped, Sandra cut off another desperate cry, and the crew watched for a few horrified moments as Keanu curled into himself, clutching his leg.
“Cut!” Jan yelled, though the cameras had stopped running the moment Keanu dropped. “Get the medic!”
Sandra reached over and quickly unsnapped the fake handcuffs, rubbing her sore wrists for a moment before standing over her costar. Everyone else was standoffish, watching him moan but unsure of how to help him until aide arrived. Her heart caught in her throat when she actually looked at his leg; the calf was wickedly twisted in the opposite direction of the upper half. Being cramped in the confined space couldn’t help it either.
“What happened?” she asked kneeling beside his fetal positioned body.
“Hit the pole wrong,” he grimaced between his teeth. “Something’s snapped.” the veins in his neck strained as he silently dealt with another wave of pain shocking through his body.
“Does it hurt?” the basic question slipped out before Sandra could consider it. “Oh, what am I saying, stupid question of course it hurts, look at your leg it’s practically mangled and you’re curled up for-”
“Sandy, stop making me feel better,” he ordered with the barest of smiles. A small chuckle waved through the watching crowd.
“I’m here, I’m here … oh man.” the crowd parted to let the medic through; he stepped over Keanu to kneel on the other side of him. “Mr. Reeves, I know you’re in pain, but I can’t see what’s wrong. I’m going to have you move.” he urged Keanu to roll onto his back, and turn so his legs could stretch out a little as opposed to being cramped between the seats. Keanu followed the directions, a tight expression on his face as the pain in his leg continued to throb. Sandra navigated her own position so Keanu could rest his head on her legs. She got the urge to joke about his head in her lap, but restrained herself. Now was not the time. Extracting a knife from his bag the medic slit Keanu’s khakis and ripped the fabric.
“Fuck,” Sandra muttered, turning away at the sight of Keanu’s tibia bone straining against the skin.
“Your bone popped out of the socket,” the medic diagnosed calmly. “Not too serious. You probably just kicked with the wrong part of your foot, causing the leg to come out of joint. I’m going to snap it back into place, but because you’re older it’s going to hurt and may not be that easy to do.” he looked up at Sandra, calling her attention to him. She met his eye, careful to keep from seeing Keanu’s distressed leg. “You may want to take his hand.”
“She doesn’t have-” Sandra firmly clutched his hand in her own.
“We’re good.”
“All right.” the medic held Keanu’s leg in one hand and the protruding end in the other. “Deep breath.”
Keanu inhaled, gripping onto Sandra’s hand, and she stroked his hair to calm him. The medic felt for the correct hole, inhaled himself, and popped the bone back into place. Keanu’s back muscles stiffened against her legs; he squeezed her hand tight before releasing and exhaling hard.
“You did it, tough guy,” she said proudly patting his head. “Is his leg going to be okay?” she asked.
“Well, like I said, considering his age we should watch it for a couple days. I’ll get some ice to curb any swelling and he should take a couple Tylenol. A knee brace wouldn’t be a bad idea either. We don’t want it to happen again; it can weaken the joints and cause further problems down the road. I’ll be right back. You did good.”
He walked off to craft services for some ice, quickly flanked by Jan and a producer on either side. The rest of the crew had dispersed as Jan had called for a break.
“You’ll need a new pair of pants,” Sandra suggested. “I think the audience will notice if in one scene you have pants and then in the next it’s half pant, half short.”
Keanu gave a throaty chuckle, obviously still in pain from his leg. “Yeah. That could be a problem.” he released the pressure on her hand but didn’t let go just yet. “Thanks,” he said quietly.
“That‘s what costars are for.” she continued to caress his hair, and Keanu closed his eyes, momentarily losing himself in her touch and forgetting the pain dully throbbing in his knee.