Weekend getaway [Sunday afternoon, for evilhandissue]

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Beginning of the weekend is here, but be warned: thread is long and smutty. We don't normally smut, but figured we might as well let the pups have some fun just this once. *g*When Lindsey had first suggested they go away for the weekend, Cordelia had been a little hesitant. Not because she didn't want to spend time with him, but because the whole

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[evilhandissue]

"So here I am with my pal Billy, and we're just waiting for the bartender to figure out that the ID's are fake. I mean come on, we're teenagers here, and the guy who forged them said we were thirty two. THIRTY TWO and I haven't even been ready to shave yet and the guy just looks at the ID's and give us the beers!"

Lindsey was carrying his sandles as they walked along the surf, telling Cordelia about the bar he had gone to growing up in Oklahoma. For someone who had wanted to escape the place so badly, he did have a lot of memories growing up.

"So anyway, we go hang out near the dance floor and this woman comes up to Billy, sitting in his lap and you know what she wanted. And there's poor Billy, not having a clue what the hell to do because he'd never seen a hooker before..."

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Lindsey grinned and made to move and kiss her when he felt it.

There was an impact on his right shoulder. Seering pain blinded him as he felt SOMETHING embed itself in his flesh, through his muscle, and rip through the body and out the other side.

The direction of the impact threw him away from Cordelia, and it was almost as if he had been attacked by an invisble force to anyone else's eyes. One second he had been smiling and the next he was falling face first sideways into the sand, screaming in pain and clenching his shoulder.

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Instinct had Cordelia jumping back as he flew away from her, and she was too stunned for a moment to process what had happened. There had been no sound, no one else around to have attacked him, if that's what it was.

Then she snapped back to reality and realized he was on the ground. She rushed over and dropped to her knees beside him.

"Lindsey? What the hell just happened? Who - oh god." The sight of the blood seeping out from under his hand stopped her cold and sent a shot of panic through her. She quickly shook it off and tried to shove his hand away so she could see what was under it, but he was clutching his shoulder too tightly.

"Lindsey, let go. I need to see how bad it is." She tugged at his arm with one hand and grabbed his face with the other, turning it so he'd have to look up at her.

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It wasn't good. Lindsey knew exactally what he had felt. It was a pain you don't forget.

"Gunshot," he managed to hiss, his body curled up tightly because the only time he had felt this type of pain was when he was dying. But then, he had been in so much shock that his brain didn't understand what had happened until he was dead.

"Fucken hurts!" he cried, his eyes squinted shut, but he forced his hand open for her to look at it. Both the front and back of his shirt were having matching blood stains... but there was no tear in either end of the shirt to indicate something had gone through it to hit him.

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Cordelia leaned closer to get a better look once he moved his hand

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He bit his lip as he held back his scream when she applied the pressure. Why wasn't he going into shock already?!

He curled up a bit, his body instinctively curling towards her. "Just keep it from bleeding," he managed to get out. "The... medical benefits will kick in..."

He hadn't heard anything either. And the feeling... it had been like what had happened the friday before... with the choking. Maybe he was being punished for being with Cordelia... the last time had been after he denied the tablodi allegations.

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"Medical benefits," he scoffed, rolling her eyes as she leaned into his shoulder some more, trying to press as hard as possible. "Fat lot of good they're doing right now."

Since he kept curling up, his back wasn't being covered anymore, which worried her. She looked over his shoulder at it and frowned. There was a lot of blood there, too, but like the front, no bullet hole. How does someone get shot completely through the shoulder without it going through the shirt first?

"I have a first aid kid in my trunk, but I'm not leaving you here. Do you think you can walk if you lean on me?"

It probably wasn't a bad idea to get him off the beach, either. Whoever had shot him might come back to finish the job.

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"DO I have... a choice...?" He took a deep breath and looked up at her, panting hard from the pain, his eyes cloudy as the shock was starting to come. It meant less pain, but it wasn't a good sign either.

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"Shit," she said, with feeling, as she saw the change in his eyes. "Okay, forget that, you're not going anywhere."

She resumed the pressure she was trying to keep on his wound, pressing one hand to his back as well in a feeble attempt to staunch both side of the wound. She needed more fabric, but they were out of spare clothes. As a last resort, she pulled the back of his shirt up and tried to hold that against the wound instead.

"Lindsey, stay with me, okay?" She tried to hold his gaze, but without any free hands, it wasn't easy. She had no idea what was happening to him, but it was obviously not good, and it was starting to really scare her.

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"I can't die... just remember that..." he said softly, and his head fell to the side as he slipped unconcious.

However, as he did so, his healing factor started to kick in. The bleeding stopped and slowly the injured flesh and muscle worked to repair itself. His breathing slowled down from the painful panting to a calm pace, where it felt he could stop at any moment, since he was dead and didn't need to.

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"Yeah, well, for someone who can't die, you're doing a pretty good imitation of a guy about to croak." She was hoping the lame joke would help keep him alert, but he had already gone limp before she'd finished

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"I don't think there's a jail that could hold you anyway," he moaned softly, wincing at her voice. "Don't shake me too hard... it needs to heal," he sat up slowly, a bit dizzy, and pulling his arm close to his body so the skin didn't stretch as he moved.

"I hoped I would never have to feel that pain again..."

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She let out a breath when he started to speak and let go of him so he could sit up.

"Damn it, you scared the crap out of me." she sighed and drug her hands through her hair, trying to push it out of her face. She forgot they were covered in blood, which meant there were now red smudges on the sides of her face.

"So this healing thing... you're okay now?"

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"It still hurts like a bitch, but it'll pass." He looked up at her.

"I'm sorry... you... you shouldn't have to see shit like this..."

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"Kind of comes with the territory. You're not the first bleeding person I've ever seen, you know. I just never had to deal with it like that before, alone."

She shrugged and gave him a shaky smile. "Good thing I watch so many medical dramas, I guess. Though I'm sure you would have healed it no matter what I did."

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""I'm surprised you didn't get all glowly on me. Didn't i teach you how to do that?" He gave her a shaky smile in return. "Don't tell me you forgot already."

He moved to stand up, wincing a bit as the pain came back from the movements.