kierandilaurentis

[kierandilaurentis]

a heavy, relentless torrential downpour casted below the clouded musk of what would’ve been an otherwise clear night. twists of neon blue and cherry red swirls flickered against the stream lines of thick water colliding from the sky. a suitable display of the current disposition of one shaggy haired blonde. individual sticky electrodes grasped onto the tanned skin from his chest to his stomach in a strategic pattern that were linked to a nearby machine in the carriage of the caboose of the ambulance. it was truly a cumbersome over exaggeration of what keiran would call a mild case of dehydration. the recollection of the last few minutes were unknown as the hockey player had come to, the sensation of the ice-like rainwater that splashed and diffused against the elastase nylon jersey prompted as a makeshift blanket as it covered his torso delicately. myriads of voices blended into the sharp pelt of rain in the background as the sandy haired man was wheeled into the thrust of opened hospital doors. the familiar setting that one could describe as a second home for him. “twenty-six year-old male, loss of consciousness on an ice hockey field but was regained on the trip, blood pressure 80/100, now awake and alert. keeps insisting he’s fine to leave but we determined it best to check him once over,” the flood of terms emitting into the air slurring in the mist of his brain as his sapphire orbs fluttered from one corner of the geometric tiled floor to the other. kieran, do you remember what happened before you fell? met with a resounding stir of his head. “i’m fine, really,” a rasp melted off his lips in a secluded mumble. a usual first attempt to evade the premises. “i promise i’m okay, this is totally unnecessary,” once tan skin now flushing to a void to alabaster. “is doctor kennedy here? i know — if i can see her i think she would agree that i can go,” the art of persuasion was a welcomed strategy when it came to his limited methods of leaving unscathed. it was met with certified no’s. allowing himself to relax into the rigid gurney, a casual smile acclaimed residence on cherry chapped lips. “are these patches really necessary? i just fell down. it happens about twenty times during a game. i’m fine,” kieran continued to insist. maybe after a third and fourth try, it would be the charm that suddenly changed the minds of the medical professionals who knew of who they were dealing with the moment they gathered the hockey player up and into the back side of the ambulance.