Fic - Dude, Is That The Ceiling?
A short Shane/Dustin h/c fic for tsukino_akume's birthday.
“Dude…is that the ceiling?”
“Yes.”
“So I’m on the floor?”
Shane’s concerned face drifted into Dustin’s field of vision. “Yes. Are you…?”
“How did that happen?” Dustin thought his voice sounded weird. Not Shane’s voice, his own voice - it sort of echoed in his head.
Shane frowned. “I hit you.”
Dustin blinked. “Are you mad at me?”
Shane frowned again, but this time it was his familiar ‘I’m exasperated’ frown instead of the worried frown from just moments before. “No I’m not mad at you. We were training.”
“I guess you win,” Dustin stated as he tried to move. Shane flew into an amusing mix of telling Dustin to stay where he was while also supporting the Yellow Ranger as he tried to sit up.
Dustin managed to pull himself into a semi-seated position. He drew his right knee up toward his body making it a convenient place to rest his head which was surprisingly difficult to hold up. An involuntary groan escaped him as all of the pain he should’ve been feeling crashed into his abused head all at once.
Shane’s hands which had been guiding Dusting to an upright position took a stronger supporting role around his shoulders as Shane leaned into him. “I’m so sorry,” Shane breathed.
“…’s what I get for not wearing a helmet,” Dustin joked, turning his face slightly toward Shane hoping to let the Red Ranger see that he knew his injury was an accident and didn’t hold it against Shane. But shifting his head was a mistake because the bright lights behind Shane made him wince and turning his head too swiftly back to center brought on a disturbing wave of nausea.
Dustin drew in a shaky breath and tried to convince his stomach not to rebel. Shane laid a strong hand on his back between his shoulder blades. “Just breathe, dude. I’ve got you.” The small assist from Shane made it so much easier to breathe deeply; at the same time Dustin placed his hand on the floor of the training room and opened himself just enough to the Earth to let his pain dissipate.
“You okay?” Dustin knew that Shane wasn’t asking for a general assessment; he wanted to know if Dustin was steady enough to Shane to investigate the extent of his injuries. “Don’t let so much of the pain go that it’s all gone,” Shane reminded him.
Dustin gave Shane a thumbs-up with his free hand. It had taken some time to learn that easing the pain of an injury was not the same as being healed. Both Tori and Cam had read him the riot act after they discovered he had been walking around with pain-free yet broken ribs.
Shane’s right hand moved from Dustin’s back up to his neck and onto his skull. Dustin tried to relax and breathe through Shane’s gentle manipulations but it was a struggle not to just let all of the pain go. He couldn’t prevent the sharp intake of breath and the instinctive shying away when Shane reached the tender swelling on the back of his head. Although Dustin was able to lessen his pain, he was unable to prevent the dizziness and nausea that assaulted him after Shane’s investigation.
“Okay. Okay,” Shane soothed. Shane settled himself on the floor to Dustin’s left, tucked up tightly against the Yellow Ranger’s side with a supportive arm around his waist. “I’m calling for backup.”
Dustin didn’t pay much attention as Shane reached out to Tori and Cam for assistance. Instead he focused on drawing in the strength that Shane lent him and took advantage of how much easier it was to breathe in the circle of Shane’s embrace. Dustin figured the others must’ve been on their way when Shane attempted to keep him engaged with small talk.
“Don’t fall asleep, dude.”
“I’m not.”
“Dude…don’t fall asleep.”
Shane was not very good at small talk, but that didn’t matter much to Dustin as he allowed his eyes to drift shut knowing he was in very good hands.
“Dude…is that the ceiling?”
“Yes.”
“So I’m on the floor?”
Shane’s concerned face drifted into Dustin’s field of vision. “Yes. Are you…?”
“How did that happen?” Dustin thought his voice sounded weird. Not Shane’s voice, his own voice - it sort of echoed in his head.
Shane frowned. “I hit you.”
Dustin blinked. “Are you mad at me?”
Shane frowned again, but this time it was his familiar ‘I’m exasperated’ frown instead of the worried frown from just moments before. “No I’m not mad at you. We were training.”
“I guess you win,” Dustin stated as he tried to move. Shane flew into an amusing mix of telling Dustin to stay where he was while also supporting the Yellow Ranger as he tried to sit up.
Dustin managed to pull himself into a semi-seated position. He drew his right knee up toward his body making it a convenient place to rest his head which was surprisingly difficult to hold up. An involuntary groan escaped him as all of the pain he should’ve been feeling crashed into his abused head all at once.
Shane’s hands which had been guiding Dusting to an upright position took a stronger supporting role around his shoulders as Shane leaned into him. “I’m so sorry,” Shane breathed.
“…’s what I get for not wearing a helmet,” Dustin joked, turning his face slightly toward Shane hoping to let the Red Ranger see that he knew his injury was an accident and didn’t hold it against Shane. But shifting his head was a mistake because the bright lights behind Shane made him wince and turning his head too swiftly back to center brought on a disturbing wave of nausea.
Dustin drew in a shaky breath and tried to convince his stomach not to rebel. Shane laid a strong hand on his back between his shoulder blades. “Just breathe, dude. I’ve got you.” The small assist from Shane made it so much easier to breathe deeply; at the same time Dustin placed his hand on the floor of the training room and opened himself just enough to the Earth to let his pain dissipate.
“You okay?” Dustin knew that Shane wasn’t asking for a general assessment; he wanted to know if Dustin was steady enough to Shane to investigate the extent of his injuries. “Don’t let so much of the pain go that it’s all gone,” Shane reminded him.
Dustin gave Shane a thumbs-up with his free hand. It had taken some time to learn that easing the pain of an injury was not the same as being healed. Both Tori and Cam had read him the riot act after they discovered he had been walking around with pain-free yet broken ribs.
Shane’s right hand moved from Dustin’s back up to his neck and onto his skull. Dustin tried to relax and breathe through Shane’s gentle manipulations but it was a struggle not to just let all of the pain go. He couldn’t prevent the sharp intake of breath and the instinctive shying away when Shane reached the tender swelling on the back of his head. Although Dustin was able to lessen his pain, he was unable to prevent the dizziness and nausea that assaulted him after Shane’s investigation.
“Okay. Okay,” Shane soothed. Shane settled himself on the floor to Dustin’s left, tucked up tightly against the Yellow Ranger’s side with a supportive arm around his waist. “I’m calling for backup.”
Dustin didn’t pay much attention as Shane reached out to Tori and Cam for assistance. Instead he focused on drawing in the strength that Shane lent him and took advantage of how much easier it was to breathe in the circle of Shane’s embrace. Dustin figured the others must’ve been on their way when Shane attempted to keep him engaged with small talk.
“Don’t fall asleep, dude.”
“I’m not.”
“Dude…don’t fall asleep.”
Shane was not very good at small talk, but that didn’t matter much to Dustin as he allowed his eyes to drift shut knowing he was in very good hands.