#he should know better
No. 22 - REGRET (Alt. 12)
Ely is stolen from @epochandeons as per usual :)
“I don’t understand why you’re in such a mood with me!” Fao exclaimed, exasperated. Ely had been off with him since he’d come in late the night before, and he’d finally lost it with her.
“Oh, I don’t know, maybe it’s because you’ve done close to an 80 hour week this week! I hardly see you, and you’re supposed to be taking things easy! You’re not long after major surgery, or had you forgotten that bit?”
“I’m recovered, I’m fine! I got the all clear to come back to work.”
“You got the all clear to take it easy at work! You’re so bullheaded!”
“It’s not my fault the department is down two surgeons. I have to work otherwise we’d have no trauma cover! You know what it’s like.”
“Not to the point of working yourself to death. They can get locums in, you’re going to end up hurting yourself Fao!”
“I’m not going to hurt myself.” He snapped. “I’m fine. You can’t wrap me in cotton wool forever, let me life my fucking life!” He turned away from his girlfriend, grabbing his boots. “I’m taking the dog for a walk, I’m not having this conversation anymore.”
“Oh, so we’re just going to ignore it, then. Sounds about right, you ignore everything else.” Ely retorted sarcastically.
“Oh, charming.” He muttered, resting his leg on the edge of the bed to tie his laces.
Finn had been standing outside his brother’s door for most of the argument. He’d been about to knock before the raised voices, and he’d hesitated. His stomach was still flipping though, and he knew he couldn’t leave it. He couldn’t risk being alone.
He knocked gently. “Fao? Ely?”
Ely frowned. “Finn? What’s wrong?” She called.
“Can I come in?”
Ignoring Fao, Ely crossed the room to open the door. “Are you alright?”
He shook his head. “Feel all wrong. Didn’t want to be alone.”
Leg still up on the bed, Fao twisted to look at his brother, concerned. “Finn?”
“I need help.”
“Why don’t you sit down?” Ely said gently.
“Can’t.”
“Sit on the bed.” Ely told him.
She didn’t get it. “Can’t.”
Fao twisted further, trying to work out what the hell was going on. Really, he should have known better, but he wasn’t thinking. Finn was always his priority. That was, until pain overwhelmed him, and he struggled to stay upright. “Fuck.’
Finn was too distracted to pay attention to Fao, grabbing at Ely to stop himself falling.
“Oh, you have got to be kidding me.” Ely muttered, struggling to help Finn. “Fao, what’s going on?”
“Uh, I, fuck. Think I’ve done my hip.”
“The fuck do you mean done?!”
“Well, uh, it hurts.” He said weakly. “I think it’s dislocated. I’ll live. How’s Finn?”
“Ely.” Finn managed between absences and myos. “’s Fao?”
Desperately trying not to keel over, Fao grabbed at the bed and tried to sit. “Ely, there’s midaz in my bedside drawer.”
“Why can’t the two of you just take it in turns?” She grumbled, grabbing Finn’s meds. “Fao, are you going to be alright?”
“I need help getting on the bed.” He whimpered.
Finn finally lost his fight against the seizure, slipping under and convulsing.
Keeping an eye on the time, Ely swore as Finn started to seize. But there wasn’t a lot she could do, and so rushed to help Fao.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Fao groaned. The pain was immense, but he was more worried about Finn. He couldn’t help manage the seizure, couldn’t do much of anything. He was settled enough, and then pushed his girlfriend’s hands off of him. “Sort Finn, not me.” He snapped.
Ely knew better than to argue with him, and wordlessly crouched next to Finn. They at least had pillows to protect him a little, but really it was a waiting game until they could give Midaz. She just hoped he resolved before then.
It did, thankfully. It still left him unconscious and out of breath, his tongue bleeding and running down his cheek. Finn didn’t move, taking his time to come round.
Worried, Ely took a quick set of obs (as many as she could, anyway, and then left Finn to come round in his own time, propped up on his side. She turned her attention to her boyfriend, but one look told her all she needed to know.
“Well, that’s dislocated.”
“I can’t fucking believe this.”
