Every Dok has a doctor...or at least a doctor's son

[shut_up_wesley]

Who: Wesley and Dok
What: A rather curious, if worrying reunion
Where: Dok's house
When: Mid-Afternoon
Rating: PG
Status: Incomplete/Closed

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[ridokulous]

The night before, Dok had arrived home. The only thing he knew as he stood in his driveway, peering up at his house, was that it felt like it had been a while since he'd seen the place. But that was ridiculous, wasn't it? Hadn't he just returned after a long day of exploring the town? That was what he assumed, at least, and it felt plausible, so he didn't dwell too much on it. Of course, if he had, he would find no memory of doing any of that. The truth was that he hadn't been in Aternaville for months -- three to be exact

[shut_up_wesley]

Beep. Beep. Beeeep! Beeeeep!....

Wes had been watching the tri-corder display so long it took a moment for him to realize anything had changed, but the oscillating brain wave pattern spiked suddenly, shooting out of the theta of deep REM and attempting, desperately it seemed to approach consciousness.

"Dok, can you hear me? It's Wes, try to respond." One hand reached out, holding Dok's pale fingers in his. "If you can hear me, try to squeeze my hand, twitch a finger, anything." Dok's heart rate was spiking and Wes cursed the fact that he didn't have a stablizer with him, if just to make sure the man wouldn't go into cardiac arrest.

'No, not going to happen, not on my watch! But, should I risk moving him at this point?

The tri-corder continued to bleat it's warning and Wes licked his lower lip in nervous concern.

'Don't have a choice, he could die at this rate!"Alright, I'm going to take you into the hospital...we'll be there in no time." Steeling himself, Wes thought back to how his mother taught him to carry and unconscious

[ridokulous]

He could hear the question, and he was beginning to pick up more and more of what was going on around him, which he supposed was a good sign. However, when he tried to move his lips to speak, he found that he couldn't

[shut_up_wesley]

Wes did catch the slight movement, but he was more worried about Dok's heart-rate which had increased again, as if the taxed organ were doing it's best to burst right out of his chest. Ignoring the obvious 20th century movie reference that came along with that thought, Wes staggered across the lush, green lawn right up to the emergency room doors of the clinic.

"Dr. Pierce!" He called, knowing that the man was probably in his office. "Doctor, it's Wesley, I need help!" Maybe it was a little dramatic to stumble into the emergency room yelling but the combination of adrenaline and fear pumping through Wesley's body could make him do nothing more. Gritting his teeth, Wes watched as Dok's fingers twitched again... the man was trying to tell him he was in there, somewhere, but couldn't reach him...