2dozenowies: 07. concussion (established cox/jd, PG)
Title: Concussion
Rating: PG.
Pairings: Cox/JD (established).
Notes: For 2dozenowies.
Word Count: 787
Warnings: Car crashes are not fun. :(
Spoilers: None.
Summary: "Just stay still. You were out for a couple of minutes."
Car crash.
There's a screech of rubber, a sickening crunch as the rear end of Perry's car collapses, the sound of glass breaking and your head hits the headrest behind you, hard enough to make you see stars, hard enough to make you black out.
"JD. Come on." You feel fingers on your face, cool and gentle, trying to wake you without moving your head or neck. You don't really know what's going on, why you can't seem to remember where you are, so you open your eyes and you're in the passenger seat of Perry's Porsche, seat belt across your shoulder. You look over at him, worried when you see blood on his face.
"Are you okay? You're bleeding." You unbuckle your seat belt and lean over to look closer, but he reaches out, stretches a hand across your chest.
"I'm fine," he says, "Just a cut. Just stay still. You were out for a couple of minutes."
Out for a couple of minutes? "What happened?" you ask, but you've already figured it out. This is how concussions work, and with the blood on his forehead and the massive headache you've got steadily moving in and the broken glass and the people coming up to the car to see if you're alright, what else could have happened?
"There was an accident," you can hear him saying, "I've called the police, and there's an ambulance on the way too."
You're blank again. "An accident?" You look over at him, and you see blood. "Perry, you're bleeding, are you okay?"
He stares at you for a moment, that inscrutable expression on his face. "Newbie, you've sustained a concussion. Stay calm, alright?" he says, brushing your hands away. "I'm fine. Just a cut." You nod, your head swimming a little. He pulls his penlight out of his front pocket, shining it in your eyes, holding your eyelids open with his thumb. He watches you for a moment and nods, rather grimly, sitting back in his seat.
You want to tell the ambulance driver to shut the damn sirens off, because your head is absolutely killing you, and then the door opens and there are hands underneath your armpits, pulling you out of the car and putting you on a stretcher, and you try to look up, look around for Perry but they tell you to keep your head still, so you call his name.
"Are you coming?" you ask him, and he shakes his head.
"Can't," he replies. "Sorry," he adds, "They need me to stay on the scene."
You're a little disappointed, and a little nervous, until you notice he's bleeding. "Are you okay? You're bleeding."
He nods again. "Just a cut, Newbie."
"Oh," you say and lean back on the stretcher, closing your eyes.
"Hey!" he snaps, whistling, and you open your eyes. "Stay awake." He puts his hand over yours and squeezes slightly. Your eyes can't really focus very well, and you can't tell if you're just sleepy or if something else is wrong.
They're shining bright lights in your eyes and you swear a little under your breath. Perry's yelling at the paramedics, asking why the hell they've got you lying down when you've cle-hearly got a concussion, and they do know what happens when people with concussions fall asleep, right? They help you sit up and he squeezes your hand a little more tightly. "Just sit tight, alright, Newbie? I'll get there soon."
"Where are they taking me?"
"To the hospital." You don't say anything, just nod, vaguely worried at the blood on his face.
At the hospital everything starts to make sense again. Car crash. You can sort of remember hitting your head, but nothing after that. Perry tells you that you were probably experiencing temporary anterograde amnesia - common with a certain degree of head trauma. You kept asking the same questions, not knowing where you were or where you were going. "I'll thank you not to scare me like that again."
You nod, and he tells you that they're keeping you under observation for a day or so, and you're not really looking forward to staying awake for that long. But Perry will check in on you, spend his lunch hour with you, and you'll drink coffee and watch television until he gets off of work. Besides, you've been awake for longer than that before, and even though you were a useless mass of nerves and you had Dr. Cox riding your ass all the way, you survived it. You only had Dr. Cox then, not Perry, sitting next to you, his hand briefly resting on your knee before going back to his charts.
So maybe it won't be so bad.
Sorry this one's so short. I'm making up for it by posting two today. Also, I love all of you for the comments and the praise and the cookies and ... yeah. ♥!
Rating: PG.
Pairings: Cox/JD (established).
Notes: For 2dozenowies.
Word Count: 787
Warnings: Car crashes are not fun. :(
Spoilers: None.
Summary: "Just stay still. You were out for a couple of minutes."
Car crash.
There's a screech of rubber, a sickening crunch as the rear end of Perry's car collapses, the sound of glass breaking and your head hits the headrest behind you, hard enough to make you see stars, hard enough to make you black out.
"JD. Come on." You feel fingers on your face, cool and gentle, trying to wake you without moving your head or neck. You don't really know what's going on, why you can't seem to remember where you are, so you open your eyes and you're in the passenger seat of Perry's Porsche, seat belt across your shoulder. You look over at him, worried when you see blood on his face.
"Are you okay? You're bleeding." You unbuckle your seat belt and lean over to look closer, but he reaches out, stretches a hand across your chest.
"I'm fine," he says, "Just a cut. Just stay still. You were out for a couple of minutes."
Out for a couple of minutes? "What happened?" you ask, but you've already figured it out. This is how concussions work, and with the blood on his forehead and the massive headache you've got steadily moving in and the broken glass and the people coming up to the car to see if you're alright, what else could have happened?
"There was an accident," you can hear him saying, "I've called the police, and there's an ambulance on the way too."
You're blank again. "An accident?" You look over at him, and you see blood. "Perry, you're bleeding, are you okay?"
He stares at you for a moment, that inscrutable expression on his face. "Newbie, you've sustained a concussion. Stay calm, alright?" he says, brushing your hands away. "I'm fine. Just a cut." You nod, your head swimming a little. He pulls his penlight out of his front pocket, shining it in your eyes, holding your eyelids open with his thumb. He watches you for a moment and nods, rather grimly, sitting back in his seat.
You want to tell the ambulance driver to shut the damn sirens off, because your head is absolutely killing you, and then the door opens and there are hands underneath your armpits, pulling you out of the car and putting you on a stretcher, and you try to look up, look around for Perry but they tell you to keep your head still, so you call his name.
"Are you coming?" you ask him, and he shakes his head.
"Can't," he replies. "Sorry," he adds, "They need me to stay on the scene."
You're a little disappointed, and a little nervous, until you notice he's bleeding. "Are you okay? You're bleeding."
He nods again. "Just a cut, Newbie."
"Oh," you say and lean back on the stretcher, closing your eyes.
"Hey!" he snaps, whistling, and you open your eyes. "Stay awake." He puts his hand over yours and squeezes slightly. Your eyes can't really focus very well, and you can't tell if you're just sleepy or if something else is wrong.
They're shining bright lights in your eyes and you swear a little under your breath. Perry's yelling at the paramedics, asking why the hell they've got you lying down when you've cle-hearly got a concussion, and they do know what happens when people with concussions fall asleep, right? They help you sit up and he squeezes your hand a little more tightly. "Just sit tight, alright, Newbie? I'll get there soon."
"Where are they taking me?"
"To the hospital." You don't say anything, just nod, vaguely worried at the blood on his face.
At the hospital everything starts to make sense again. Car crash. You can sort of remember hitting your head, but nothing after that. Perry tells you that you were probably experiencing temporary anterograde amnesia - common with a certain degree of head trauma. You kept asking the same questions, not knowing where you were or where you were going. "I'll thank you not to scare me like that again."
You nod, and he tells you that they're keeping you under observation for a day or so, and you're not really looking forward to staying awake for that long. But Perry will check in on you, spend his lunch hour with you, and you'll drink coffee and watch television until he gets off of work. Besides, you've been awake for longer than that before, and even though you were a useless mass of nerves and you had Dr. Cox riding your ass all the way, you survived it. You only had Dr. Cox then, not Perry, sitting next to you, his hand briefly resting on your knee before going back to his charts.
So maybe it won't be so bad.
Sorry this one's so short. I'm making up for it by posting two today. Also, I love all of you for the comments and the praise and the cookies and ... yeah. ♥!