Concussion Kisses -- Part 2
Title: Concussion Kisses -- Part 2
Pairing: George/Alex
Word Count: 897
Rating: PG-13
Status: In progress
Summary: AU to Where The Boys Are. George and Alex's slap fight goes a bit...okay, so it went a lot differently.
Concussion Kisses -- Part 1
PLEASE REVIEW!
Seattle
Derek swore, rushing forward, the others-minus George-behind him. George was just standing there, shock written clear on his face. He didn’t really pay attention as the Chief handed him a cloth or as the others moved out of his way. He was a neurosurgeon. Alex had hit his head. It was that simple.
Turning Alex carefully with Burke’s help, Derek examined the bleeding cut on the intern’s forehead while Preston checked vitals. The cut was deep, but shallow enough that if he got the stitches now, there wouldn’t be a scar.
“Vitals are fine,” Burke said, “I think he’s just knocked out.”
Derek shone the giant flashlight into Alex’s eyes. “And concussed,” he added, “His pupils are uneven.”
Richard let a worried frown mar his face. This was one of his interns. He always felt for the newbies. He’d been there. He knew how hard it was. But he had always felt a closer connection to Bailey’s. They each had their own stories. Some funny, some hard, and some sort of heartbreaking. It was easy to see whose was which.
Joe stood to the side, giving his boyfriend the same, helpless look. Alex had been coming to the bar since he’d first blown in from Iowa. This was his friend. He’d been working across from the hospital long enough to know that a simple clonk on the head could lead to something serious; very serious.
Walter held Joe’s hand, knowing he wanted to help. But that was just it. They weren’t doctors. But the ones surrounding Alex, they were. They’d gone camping with the best combination of surgeons there were.
And through all of the chaos, George just stood there. His body stood still as stone, his face pale, and his eyes wide. He hadn’t meant to knock him down. All he’d wanted to do was rough him up a bit. No one was supposed to get hurt in a slap fight of all things.
“Mom, come on! We were just having fun!”
“It’s all fun and games until someone gets hurt, George.”
His mother had told him that a million times growing up, but George had never listened.
Why hadn’t he just listened for once?
---
Derek sat bent over Alex’s prone form, gently slapping the unconscious intern’s cheeks. “Alex. Alex, wake up.”
Alex groaned, his head falling out of the way of Derek’s hand. His eyes fluttered open, brown pools dazed and confused. “What hit me?” he mumbled.
“A rock,” Derek replied. “Follow my finger, okay?” He watched Alex’s eyes carefully, lowering his hand a minute later. “Reaction time is a bit slow. Give me your name.”
Alex winced slightly at the volume of Derek’s voice. “Alex Karev.”
“Date?”
“October 2.”
“Place of birth?”
“Polk County, Iowa.”
“Head hurt?”
“Duh.”
Derek rolled his eyes. “Mild concussion,” he said, mostly for the sake of Joe and Walter who were both clueless. “The cut’s just gonna need some stitching.”
Richard nodded. “Burke? You want to do it?”
Burke stiffened for just a moment, his eyes straying down to his right hand. He swallowed back the nervous lump in his throat and nodded. “Yeah, no problem.”
---
“You’re using a fishing hook?” Joe asked, somewhere between disbelief and shock.
“Don’t worry. We sterilized it and clipped off the barb,” Burke reassured Joe, carefully threading the twine on. It wasn’t the best, but it was what they had. “It’s as good as a needle.”
“All right. The wound’s clean,” Derek said.
Alex sat in the fold up chair the Derek had helped him into, still out of it. God, his head was killing him. Would it kill the guys to let him have an aspirin?
George watched Burke, uncertain. If his hand started to…he could hurt Alex. Not that you haven’t done that already, he reminded himself. He’d finally shaken himself out of the daze a short time ago, but he had yet to talk to Alex.
Not that anyone could really blame him. He’d let his anger get the better of him and Alex had paid for that. It was only common sense that he’d feel guilty.
With careful eyes, George followed Burke’s movements, keeping special attention to his right hand. It seemed like forever until Burke moved away from Alex, the wound firmly held shut.
“Nice work,” Derek said. He looked at Alex, speaking softly, ‘Tired?”
Alex nodded slightly.
“Let me help,” Joe said, taking Alex’s other side as Derek lifted him from the chair. Helping Alex over to his tent and onto his sleeping bag, “You coming?” he asked when he saw Derek sit.
Derek shook his head. “I need to wake him up in an hour, give him one of those tests.”
“I’ll do it.”
Derek and Joe turned to the flap of the tent, four eyes instantly falling on George.
“I mean, it was my fault anyway. Least I can do is make sure it doesn’t get worse, right?” George shrugged.
“You’re sure?” Derek asked, still uncertain. The two had been trying to kick each other’s ass not even thirty minutes ago.
George nodded. “I’ll tent with him. You came here for peace. Not to play doctor.”
“Okay,” Derek said, gathering his stuff. Looked like he was going to be tenting with Preston.
George sat beside Alex, eyes locked on the stitched up cut.
What had he gotten himself into?
TBC
Pairing: George/Alex
Word Count: 897
Rating: PG-13
Status: In progress
Summary: AU to Where The Boys Are. George and Alex's slap fight goes a bit...okay, so it went a lot differently.
Concussion Kisses -- Part 1
PLEASE REVIEW!
Seattle
Derek swore, rushing forward, the others-minus George-behind him. George was just standing there, shock written clear on his face. He didn’t really pay attention as the Chief handed him a cloth or as the others moved out of his way. He was a neurosurgeon. Alex had hit his head. It was that simple.
Turning Alex carefully with Burke’s help, Derek examined the bleeding cut on the intern’s forehead while Preston checked vitals. The cut was deep, but shallow enough that if he got the stitches now, there wouldn’t be a scar.
“Vitals are fine,” Burke said, “I think he’s just knocked out.”
Derek shone the giant flashlight into Alex’s eyes. “And concussed,” he added, “His pupils are uneven.”
Richard let a worried frown mar his face. This was one of his interns. He always felt for the newbies. He’d been there. He knew how hard it was. But he had always felt a closer connection to Bailey’s. They each had their own stories. Some funny, some hard, and some sort of heartbreaking. It was easy to see whose was which.
Joe stood to the side, giving his boyfriend the same, helpless look. Alex had been coming to the bar since he’d first blown in from Iowa. This was his friend. He’d been working across from the hospital long enough to know that a simple clonk on the head could lead to something serious; very serious.
Walter held Joe’s hand, knowing he wanted to help. But that was just it. They weren’t doctors. But the ones surrounding Alex, they were. They’d gone camping with the best combination of surgeons there were.
And through all of the chaos, George just stood there. His body stood still as stone, his face pale, and his eyes wide. He hadn’t meant to knock him down. All he’d wanted to do was rough him up a bit. No one was supposed to get hurt in a slap fight of all things.
“Mom, come on! We were just having fun!”
“It’s all fun and games until someone gets hurt, George.”
His mother had told him that a million times growing up, but George had never listened.
Why hadn’t he just listened for once?
---
Derek sat bent over Alex’s prone form, gently slapping the unconscious intern’s cheeks. “Alex. Alex, wake up.”
Alex groaned, his head falling out of the way of Derek’s hand. His eyes fluttered open, brown pools dazed and confused. “What hit me?” he mumbled.
“A rock,” Derek replied. “Follow my finger, okay?” He watched Alex’s eyes carefully, lowering his hand a minute later. “Reaction time is a bit slow. Give me your name.”
Alex winced slightly at the volume of Derek’s voice. “Alex Karev.”
“Date?”
“October 2.”
“Place of birth?”
“Polk County, Iowa.”
“Head hurt?”
“Duh.”
Derek rolled his eyes. “Mild concussion,” he said, mostly for the sake of Joe and Walter who were both clueless. “The cut’s just gonna need some stitching.”
Richard nodded. “Burke? You want to do it?”
Burke stiffened for just a moment, his eyes straying down to his right hand. He swallowed back the nervous lump in his throat and nodded. “Yeah, no problem.”
---
“You’re using a fishing hook?” Joe asked, somewhere between disbelief and shock.
“Don’t worry. We sterilized it and clipped off the barb,” Burke reassured Joe, carefully threading the twine on. It wasn’t the best, but it was what they had. “It’s as good as a needle.”
“All right. The wound’s clean,” Derek said.
Alex sat in the fold up chair the Derek had helped him into, still out of it. God, his head was killing him. Would it kill the guys to let him have an aspirin?
George watched Burke, uncertain. If his hand started to…he could hurt Alex. Not that you haven’t done that already, he reminded himself. He’d finally shaken himself out of the daze a short time ago, but he had yet to talk to Alex.
Not that anyone could really blame him. He’d let his anger get the better of him and Alex had paid for that. It was only common sense that he’d feel guilty.
With careful eyes, George followed Burke’s movements, keeping special attention to his right hand. It seemed like forever until Burke moved away from Alex, the wound firmly held shut.
“Nice work,” Derek said. He looked at Alex, speaking softly, ‘Tired?”
Alex nodded slightly.
“Let me help,” Joe said, taking Alex’s other side as Derek lifted him from the chair. Helping Alex over to his tent and onto his sleeping bag, “You coming?” he asked when he saw Derek sit.
Derek shook his head. “I need to wake him up in an hour, give him one of those tests.”
“I’ll do it.”
Derek and Joe turned to the flap of the tent, four eyes instantly falling on George.
“I mean, it was my fault anyway. Least I can do is make sure it doesn’t get worse, right?” George shrugged.
“You’re sure?” Derek asked, still uncertain. The two had been trying to kick each other’s ass not even thirty minutes ago.
George nodded. “I’ll tent with him. You came here for peace. Not to play doctor.”
“Okay,” Derek said, gathering his stuff. Looked like he was going to be tenting with Preston.
George sat beside Alex, eyes locked on the stitched up cut.
What had he gotten himself into?
TBC