FAKE Ficlet: ER Visit
Title: ER Visit
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Dee, Ryo.
Rating: PG
Setting: After Vol. 7.
Summary: Sitting in the waiting room at the ER isn’t a new experience for Dee and Ryo, but it’s not something they ever enjoy.
Word Count: 548
Content Notes: Blood and injury.
Written For: Challenge 346: Waiting at fan_flashworks.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
“I hate waitin’ rooms,” Dee grumbled, not for the first time.
“I’m not a fan either,” Ryo agreed, shifting into a slightly less uncomfortable position. He and Dee had been sitting on the hard chairs at the ER for almost four hours, and his butt was going to sleep.
“We should’a just gone home.” It wasn’t the first time Dee had said that either.
“You’re injured.” Ryo shouldn’t have needed to remind his partner of that little detail, but the way Dee was talking it seemed to have slipped his mind.
“Well yeah, I know that, but it’s not serious. It’s stopped bleedin’.”
Ryo stared at his lover, incredulous. “You’ve got a nail right through your hand! It’s not some new fashion accessory, the latest in piercings!”
When they’d gone to arrest a suspect at the construction site where he was working, he’d grabbed a nail gun as they went to cuff him and turned it on the two detectives. The only good thing about the whole situation was that Dee hadn’t been nailed to anything. The nail itself was plenty bad enough, but being firmly attached to a six foot long two by four would have been worse. Just the thought of trying to get Dee into the car like that…
“I could pull it out,” Dee suggested. “All I’d need is a pair of pliers.”
“And then it would start bleeding again, and you’d still need stitches to close the wound. Probably a tetanus shot too.”
Dee sighed, tipping his head back to stare up at the ceiling. “Yeah, I suppose.” Sitting up straight again, he turned his attention back to his lover. “You don’t haveta stay. I’m a big boy, I can see the doc by myself.”
“Trying to get rid of me?”
“’Course not, I just don’t see the point in both of us sittin’ around waitin’ for half the night.”
“That nail in your hand is evidence, Dee. Clements assaulted a police officer, on top of the charges we already had against him. Do you want him to get away with that because the evidence got lost? You’ll be otherwise occupied getting stitched up, so I’ll need to be there to collect and bag the nail as soon as it’s been removed. I can drop you off at home then go back to the precinct to log it in.”
“Hell with that; we can log the evidence first, and then you can drive me home, or I’ll get a cab. You’ve already gone above and beyond.”
“I’ll drive you.” The way Ryo said it made it clear that he was through arguing about it.
“Fine. I still say ya didn’t haveta make such a big deal outta this little hole. It’s not that much different from when I got my ears pierced. I’ve had far worse.”
“Maybe so, but pierced hands are never going to catch on.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right.” Dee stretched awkwardly, trying to ease the kinks out of his back without aggravating his injured hand. His desk chair at the precinct was more comfortable than the ones at the ER. “I really hate waitin’ rooms,” he muttered yet again.
Ryo ducked his head to hide his smile. “Tell me about it.”
Hopefully they wouldn’t be waiting for too much longer.
The End