#mediwhumpmay day 30

[autobot2001]

Another Attempt at a Warning

@mediwhumpmay: choke @themerrywhumpofmay: the backroom (Snippet for Hidden Killer) 

Three days passed, and as Sunstreaker thought, due to the suspension that the Holiday Killer is in the base and killed a soldier, not one soldier got the hint about leaving his friends alone. He's concerned about how frequently soldiers are targeting Jamie. Something he'll have to report to Lennox and Optimus, as dealing with the soldiers himself will eventually get him in trouble.   You know you'll get in trouble. Sideswipe reminds him. I can't watch them target her. You know how she is. Sunstreaker argues. Even after I tell Lennox and Optimus, this won't stop. Remember, Lennox already lectured the soldiers. This pisses me off about Jamie's past, along with what the soldiers are doing. Rarely does Sunstreaker feel Sideswipe get angry. I'll try a more gentle warning this time. Sunstreaker tells him. Sideswipe questions what Sunstreaker means, but won't stop him.

Sunstreaker follows the soldier out of the base and down the street to McDonald's. While the public place will make the task a bit harder, Sunstreaker isn't waiting until the soldier returns to the base.  Avoiding the soldier realizing  he's here is impossible.  Sunstreaker orders food to go but sits at a table across the restaurant from the soldier.  He can still smell the soldier's fear. Even while fearing why Sunstreaker is at McDonald's with him, the soldier finishes their meal and throws away their trash., Before going to the back of the restaurant. Sunstreaker knows the restrooms are there but is uncertain if there's another way out. He follows the soldier, shoving him into the backroom before the soldier can enter the bathroom.   He turns on the light, seeing the terrified soldier. He shoves them to the wall, wrapping his hands around the soldier's neck. "Listen up, fleshie, I am tired of you scumbags targeting Jamie and Lily. Leave them alone or to get next time won't be a warning!" He tightens his hold on the soldier's neck until the soldier starts gagging before releasing his hold and leaves the room to return to the table and finish his food.

A few minutes pass, and Sunstreaker watches the soldier rush out of the building, hoping the soldier will warn the others and the two femmes will be left alone.

[whumpsday]

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[faofinn]

Day 30 - Infection (alt 2)

@mediwhumpmay

The cough that the kids had brought home, as they so often did, had gone straight to Harrison’s chest. They knew it would, it always had done. Even before his transplant he’d fall sick easily, especially surrounding his chest. After his transplant the illnesses only got worse, as did the denial. The antibiotics and steroids didn’t fully work, but he didn’t dare tell Tai - he didn’t want him to worry. 

Of course, though, Tai was worried. Hars' immunosuppressants always made his illnesses worse, and the last time he’d got sick just after Christmas had seen him threatened with ICU. This time, Taidgh was sure, was worse. He was still coughing after his antibiotics, too stubborn to ask his doctors for any more help. 

It was a rare weekday that Tai had off, Harrison was also off with the way the shift gods had decided - of course he was still trying to work through it all. Steve had taken the boys for a few nights, to try and allow Harrison some rest. It didn’t stop him being up all night, woken up every hour by his own coughing and struggling to breathe. At some point during the evening, he was sure he'd broken ribs, so now even the act of taking a breath was agony. 

By the time morning had broken, Harrison was exhausted. He’d managed to get comfy, finding a position that didn’t have everything screaming in pain by some pure stroke of luck. Tai didn’t fancy waking him up, so carefully left the bed, heading down to make a coffee and some breakfast. 

Tai left him as long as he could, so it was almost lunch when he headed upstairs to pester his husband. He’d barely moved from where he’d left him, curled around one of the kids’ forgotten toys. 

“Hars?” He asked, nudging his husband. “Wake up.”

Harrison groaned in response, rolling away from Tai’s touch. 

“I know, but it’s lunch time. You need your meds.”

“Lie with me first?”

“Alright. Five minutes, okay?”

He sighed. “Alright.” 

Tai pulled the covers back, joining his husband in bed. He frowned, instinctively reaching for Hars. 

Harrison jerked back. “What are you doing?”

“It’s so warm in here. I think you’ve got a temperature.”

“I’m cold, I’ve not got - oh.” His face fell. “Thermometer?”

“Yeah, let me grab it.” He returned after a few minutes, resting on the side next to Harrison. “Let me check.”

Tai read it in his other ear, twice. Neither were good, very clearly an infection and barreling towards sepsis. 

“Hars, we need to call your consultant.” 

“I’m fine. I’ve just been all wrapped up. I’ve not long been off the antibiotics and steroids.”

“Hars, no. I’m sorry, but that’s not how it works.”

“You’re not the doctor.”

“And right now neither are you.”

“I’ve not had any paracetamol today, Why don’t I take some and see how it goes?”

“Fine. We’ll give it two hours, until one pm, but then we have to call.”

“Have you got my meds?”

“They’re downstairs.” Tai said. “Why dodn’t you come down on the sofa?”

“Fine. I’m staying in my pyjamas.”

“I would too. Come on.”

Taidgh pottered around as Harrison slept on the sofa, worrying about his husband. He texted Steve, giving him a heads up. Fao was messaged too, though Tai felt like he was snitching on him. 

Taidgh only gave him an hour, seeing how quickly his husband had changed. He’d already been pale, but he suddenly seemed drawn and beyond pale, even grey, and worry settled in Tai’s stomach. His hair was flattened on his forehead, sweat collecting on his brow. Tai didn’t need to have a steth to hear the state of his lungs. And he wasn’t sure if he was cyanosed or if it was his imagination. Taidgh knew his anxiety wouldn't help anything, so he swallowed his fears and sat next to Harrison. 

“Hey, love.” 

It took Harrison a moment. “Oh. Hi.”

“It’s time to call the hospital, Hars.”

“Yeah, okay. I feel shit.”

Tai wasn’t expecting his admission, and it only mad him worry more. Harrison never admitted he was sick. “Maybe we should just go to A&E.”

“Yeah, can I get my bag first?”

“Of course.” Tai pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I’ll make some calls, too, let Steve know.”

He nodded. “Thanks.”

The nurse answered Tai’s phonecall as Harrison was in the toilet. She was just as worried as Tai was with this infection so obviously ravaging his body. She told them to head to ED. It was worrying, but Tai agreed, jotting down her instructions. He thanked her for helping, for the extra info, and hung up. 

“Hars? You ready?” He called up the stairs. 

His response came in a thud and a groan.

“Hars!” Tai’s worst fears flared. “Hars!”

Harrison was barely sat up in the bathroom, back against the sink cabinet. He had the decency to look sheepish as he smiled apologetically. “Sorry.”

“What happened?”

“I was dizzy and then on the floor.” He admitted. “I didn’t pass out, just dizzy."

“Are you sure? You hit something hard, I heard you from the kitchen.”

“Yeah, I know. I felt it in my arse.”

Tai had to laugh. “Okay, alright. Need a hand up?”

“Yeah, please.”

“Come here.” He offered him his hand. “Carefully, yeah?”

WIth difficulty, Tai managed to get Harrison up and downstairs. There was a huge difference in Harrison in just an hour. He looked so much more exhausted, his hair stuck to his head with sweat. His skin was burning to the touch, but he was so dry. The cough just seemed to be so much worse, each coughing fit more exhausting than the last. Tai’s hand against his back steadied him, but all Tai could think about was the crackles underneath his fingers. They'd definitely left this infection too long.

By the time they arrived at hospital, Harrison no longer had the energy to hold his head up, let alone stand. 

[its-my-whump]

Medi Whump May - The Merry Whump of May - Day 31

@mediwhumpmay: alt 1 - no pain relief

@themerrywhumpofmay: "Thin ice." - chronic pain

Chronic pain, mentioning of past domestic abuse

Follow-up: Days 21 - 30

After 10 days Sam had awoken and he was breathing on his own again.

Another week later Tonya, Peter and his girlfriend Emily were there to throw him kind of a welcome party, when he was relocated to a normal room, finally leaving the ICU and being fit enough to state his opinion in more than just monosyllable answers again.

After an hour or so Peter and Emily bailed. His friend throwing a silly smirk and blinking at the both of them, implying to give them some private time. Emily had already left the room, Sam just shrugged and stared back at Peter, due to his non verbal allegations.

"Thin ice, my friend. Thin ice." Sam said laughing.

Another blink and Peters chuckle was cut off, from the closing door.

"What was that about?" Tonya asked naively, when Sam sighed. "Pete's just suggested, that we should finally make out." Sam chuckled.

"You want to?" She asked mischievously, but couldn't hold her facade long enough to be convincing.

"It'll never work between us. Haven't you seen Speed 1 and 2?" They looked at each other, Sam continued, their eyes still locked.

"But I suggest we'll erase Peter from our list of friends and fill that spot with each other period. All in favour?"

Without consultation they both raised their right hand and said "Ay." in unison, Sam's arm still in a cast. They smiled at each other even more so.

He tilted his head a bit and pointed at the bandana, that was wrapped around Tonya's right wrist like a bracelet. "I believe, I used to own one just like that."

She tilted her head just the same, mirroring his movement. "You must be confused. You fell on your head, remember." She smiled, a gorgeous smile of a gorgeous friend.

#

Weeks just past, but still Sam's recovery took time.

Besides his broken bones aching, he had to fight to restore more of his cognitive skills. It was hard, but he managed bit by bit. Peter and Tonya frequently by his side. The painful aftermath of the day they went hiking slowly subsided over time, but his old pain never did.

He thought it to be manageable after all these years, but the severe trauma let it flare up again, or maybe just let his capability to bare vanish into thin air. Till that grievous day he had even been able to carry a fully packed backpack again. That was a dream of his past now.

On top of fractured bones growing back together, road rash and his lungs and kidney healing, the burning pain of neural damage in his back, due to countless beatings and whippings, never disappointed to come and stay any time he though to enjoy some tiny bit of relief. That or headaches as a result of his TBI hijacked him out of nowhere, regularly bringing Sam to his knees.

No painkillers were ever really strong enough to push it away completely. The only real relief was the kind of medication, that let him drift off in a dreamless sleep, so he just wouldn't feel anything.

But above all, he was still alive.

The rest he would deal with, simply having no other choice than to do so anyway.

xxx

Masterlist

[faofinn]

Day 21 - Field Medicine

@mediwhumpmay

“Are we nearly there?”

Fao rolled his eyes and smacked his brother lightly on the thigh. “Finn I swear to God if you say that one more time I'll do 30 the rest of the way there.”

“I’ve only asked it like ten times. Wait until you’ve got kids.”

“If I wanted kids, I'd have kids. You're fucking 25. Look it up on your phone if you want to know.” He teased. 

“Such a grump.”

“And you're surprised?”

“We’re on holiday, you’re meant to be happy.”

“I am happy, I'm back home.”

“Tell your attitude that.” Finn yawned as he tried to stretch out.

“I'd be happier if I wasn't driving a literal child.”

“I’m not a child! You said yourself I’m 25.”

“Acting like you're five.”

“You’re acting like you’re five.” Finn grumbled back. 

Fao laughed. “If you're really that desperate to know, we're about twenty minutes away.”

“Forever away. Want a snack?”

“Sure, if you've not eaten them all.”

“Saved you some.” Finn struggled to keep a straight face as he passed Fao half a crisp. “There you go.”

Fao rolled his eyes, taking the crisp and throwing it back at Finn. “Aw, you shouldn't have.” He replied, laughing. 

“Seriously though, what do you want?”

“Whatever you've got, you know I'm not fussy.”

“That’s a lie.” He laughed in response, passing Fao a snack for real. “We’ve still got plenty of stuff if you’re hungry. Mum made emergency sandwiches.”

“Mum makes emergency everything.” Fao replied. “We'll eat for real when we get there.”

“I hope so.”

“Promise.”

“Full three course meal.”

“Well, I wouldn't go quite that far.”

“I would. I’m starving.”

“I'm a good cook but I'm not that good.”

“Should have got a cottage.”

“You wanted to camp!”

“Yeah, well!” Finn was stumped for an answer.

“You can't be pissy with me for listening to you.”

Finn rolled his eyes. “Sure.”

“Come on, it'll be fun. We're gonna roast marshmallows.”

“I can tell you about the stars, if we see them.”

“Yeah, exactly. Hopefully the clouds will clear.”

“It’s not London. You’ll actually be able to breathe.”

Fao laughed. “I've not been able to breathe for years. Beginning to doubt I even have lungs.”

“Smoking does that to you.”

“Ah, save me the lecture. I get it from Mum every time I go home.”

Finn grinned at Fao. “Can’t say I didn’t warn you.” 

“Yeah, yeah.”

There was a pause, Finn looking at his phone for a moment before he spoke. “How-”

“Fucking hell, Finn! It’s two minutes from the last time I told you!” Fao exclaimed. 

Soon enough they reached Fao’s place, and got their little campsite set up. It had been a long day travelling, and they were glad to get the tent up and the fire going. After that they ate, laughing and joking between themselves. 

Once they’d finished eating, they toasted marshmallows, Finn deliberately trying to steal Fao’s. More laughter ensued, and they spent a while afterwards just sitting by the fire enjoying the warmth. That was when Finn turned to him, a grin on his face. 

“I’m hungry.”

“Finn, you literally just ate.” 

“And? I’m hungry again.”

“Jesus. Fine, let’s go get some snacks or something.” Fao grumbled, standing up and grabbing his keys. 

"You should have packed better."

“I packed fine!” Fao protested. “You’re just eating me out of house and home.”

"I'm growing."

“You’re an adult, you’re not growing!” Fao unlocked the car, getting in and waiting for Finn to join him. The village near to his big house was small, but there was a little shop he could keep Finn happy by buying some snacks. Halfway there, Fao frowned. “I think we’re being followed.”

"You didn’t tell anyone, did you?" Finn glanced in the mirror. "I can't read the reg from here."

“I only told Dad.” Fao said. “Nobody else, I swear. Think you could get the reg if I brake test him?”

"Don't crash into anything." He muttered, twisting in his seat to have a better view. "Ready?"

The stretch of road was straight, Fao would have plenty of time. He knew he was testing the limits, this could end badly, but he had to try. 

“Ready.” He checked his mirror, eased off the accelerator and hit the brakes sharply, hoping to reduce the distance between them and the other car. 

Finn struggled to read the reg behind him, but quickly made a note. It wasn’t one of theirs, and not one he recognised as being on their lists. His frown deepened, and he reached for his phone to text Fred.

"It's not a plate I recognise." He murmured. "Maybe they're just being a dick? Take a few turns and see if they drop off."

Fao had caught enough of it, and quickly sped up again. “Not one of Tomas’, either, I don’t think. I’ll see if we can lose them.”

"Maybe just an arse on the roads. There's plenty of them."

“Yeah, tell me about it.”

"Youre one of them." He tried to joke. 

“Careful, or you can walk.” 

"Go on, I dare you."

“I will!”

As they drove, Fao taking endless turns, he was sure he’d managed to lose the car that had been following them. He was still on edge, though, as they pulled up outside the shop and hopped out. He had an unsettled feeling, as his brother dragged him round, constantly on edge. 

He was right to be worried, because moments later there was an almighty crash, followed by an even louder explosion. 

The explosion had Finn shoved away from Fao, the flash and noise disorienting him further. The pain came next, burning down his abdomen and leg, blood already dripping in his eyes. 

It ripped through the building, tearing walls apart and showering bricks everywhere. Fao was knocked to the ground, his ears ringing, and it took him a moment to recover. When he did, he was aware of the searing pain in his shoulder, the tingling in his fingers. Almost certainly dislocated, he realised sluggishly. As he took stock of the rest of his body, the headache was something, distracting enough, but nothing else seemed bad. Coughing, he forced himself to his knees, his bad arm held close to his chest the best he could. 

“Finn!”

There was rubble and debris everywhere, the air thick and choking. Finn struggled to get a breath in, his chest tight and each breath a stab of agony. He tried and failed to sit up, instinctively curling onto his side. This was going to be how he was going to die.

Finn didn’t respond, only fuelling Fao’s anxiety. He struggling to his feet, hauling himself up. He seemed to take weight okay, but his knee twinged and definitely wasn’t comfortable. He didn’t have much of a choice, he needed to get to his brother. 

“Finn!” He called again. “Where are you?!”

"Fa-" Finn broke off, coughing again. Spots danced in his vision and he dropped his head back to the concrete. 

Finn’s cough was just about enough for Fao to find where he was and he rushed towards him as best he could. When he found him, he fell to his knees, reaching for him. 

“I’m here, I’m here.”

Finn managed to grab at Fao's hand, gripping it as tight as he could. They'd be fine if they were together. 

Fao squeezed his hand. “I’ve got you. Just breathe.”

If only it was that easy. He could feel the dizziness pulling at him, the darkness teasing him with emptiness and pain free.

Fao could see him giving up. “Hey, hey, no. Stay with me, that’s it. What hurts?”

What didn't? He could have laughed, but that was just energy he didn't have. He forced his eyes open again, trying to focus on Fao’s face. 

“That’s it, look at me. I know it sucks, I know. Can you let go of my hand so I can have a look at you?”

"Don't go." He managed, voice cracked. 

“I’m not going, I just need my hand.”

He let go of Fao’s hand, letting it drop to the ground by his side. "I want to go home."

“Me too.” Fao murmured, looking over him. 

"Sorry." 

“It’s alright. Let’s just look after you.” He murmured. He could see the blood on his forehead, but that wasn’t what was concerning him the most. With the hand that he could use properly, he skimmed over Finn, feeling for blood, for pain, anything that could tell him what was going on. 

Finn winced, biting his already bloody lip to stop the scream that was building. He knew Fao had to check; he could feel the break to his ribs himself, and he knew they were the least of his problems. 

“I know, I know.” Fao tried to soothe. He could feel the ribs himself, but there wasn’t much he could do about them. 

As Fao’s hands reached his leg, Finn shoved them away. "Off."

“I need to check Finn.” Fao said, reaching for his knife. It was easy enough to cut Finn’s trousers, and then at least he could see what he was dealing with.

"Fao, no." His voice cracked again, choking on the thickness of the air. Panic flared through him as the pain took over, pushing him under. 

Fao swore to himself, but it was easier with Finn unconscious. The leg was in bad shape, the ankle obviously broken and his knee badly dislocated. Fao reached with his bad arm and swore at himself, pain lancing through it. Stupid thing. There was a cut above his eye which was stinging with sweat and bleeding stubbornly down his face, and he wiped it away roughly. He needed to focus. The leg looked like the worst of it for Finn, but as he watched him breathe he realised his brother was struggling. If only he had some kit, anything. This was so hard flying completely blind. 

Finn didn't bother moving as he came to, too much of his energy just being spent on breathing. Even that wasn't enough, feeling like he was trying to breathe from underwater. The more the dust settled, the more the thoughts became clearer. If whoever had done this had a tiny bit of brain, they'd make sure the job was done, and done completely. Not wanting to stay the sitting duck he was, Finn fidgeted, only growing more agitated against Fao's hands as he tried to find his gun. 

“Finn, Finn. Settle, it’s okay.” Fao told him. 

Maybe Fao had his, a moment of slight clarity from Finn before he tried to reach for his brother’s gun. "Not bein' a duck."

“A duck? Fucking hell, you are concussed.” Fao muttered, moving Finns hands away from him. “Relax, okay? I’m not finished checking you over.”

"Need…need the gun."

“No. I need you to stay still.”

"They're gon-gonna be here."

“I’m trying to help. I can’t help if you keep moving.”

"They're not the ducks." Finn managed, frustrated. "Up."

“Good fucking luck getting up on that leg.” 

"Then help."

“I can’t, I need you to stay put.” He said. The dark patch on Finn’s top was worrying him, and his breathing was getting worse. 

"Please." He started coughing, specks of blood collecting on the concrete.

That wasn’t a good sign. Fuck. Why did this have to happen here, with no resources? He hoped emergency services were coming, but it already felt like an eternity. Maybe it wasn’t safe yet. Fao’s head was still pounding, every cough from Finn just jolting it and making it so much worse. He swiped at the cut on his brow again, and couldn’t work out if the blood on his hands was his or Finn’s. 

Finn had managed to get more upright, but it barely lasted a moment. His chest pulled and darkness loomed wit each forced inhale. He twisted to grab at something, but the movement made everything so much worse. He pitched forward into Fao's chest.

Fao groaned. “Fuck, Finn. Lay down, Jesus.” 

"Help me then." He slurred, though didn't dare move. 

“I’m trying!” Fao snapped. “But you’re not fucking listening to me!”

He pulled away at that. "Fuck you, then."

“Jus’ do as I fucking say!”

There was a flash of hurt across his face, confusion at why his brother would snap at him when he was just trying to get some help. It didn't last long, crumpling back onto the ground, his head bouncing off the concrete. With a bit of space between the two, and despite the thickness of the air, it was all too obvious that Finn was very not well. 

He was paler than usual, his hair matted with blood and dust. The worst, more worrying sign was the cyanosis to his lips, and, as he lay still, the hiss to his chest with each forced breath. 

Fao winced. He’d not meant to snap like that, but he was so stressed, so anxious about the whole situation, he’d just lost it with his brother. Hopefully he wouldn’t really remember it. He adjusted his focus to Finn’s chest, concern building as his brother struggled for each breath. He had no chest X-ray, no stethoscope, nothing, but he knew things weren’t right. The wound on Finns chest was a massive cause for concern, and he knew it was more than likely his brother had a collapsed lung. But how the fuck was he supposed to fix that in the rubble of a little shop? 

Now Finn couldn’t fuss when he left, Fao could get up and look for supplies. There wasn’t a lot, but something was surely better than nothing. Something to stop the bleeding, alcohol to disinfect, some stuff he was hoping he could fudge into a chest drain of sorts. Maybe that would give Finn enough relief until they could get help. He found his phone then, it finally occurring to him to use it, and was relieved it had a tiny bit of signal. If proper services weren’t coming, he’d take matters into his own hands. 

It was Harrison that answered Fao’s call, half asleep and confused. "What's happening?"

“Hars.” Fao rasped, relieved he’d answered. “I need you to go and wake Fred. Finn and I-“ He broke off to cough. “We’ve been hit.”

"What? Fuck, where are you? What's happened?"

“Some co-op near the house. I don’t know, we were followed an’ then…” He trailed off. “Finn’s in bad shape.”

Harrison could feel the fear from Fao. "How badly?"

“Bad. I think he’s got a pneumo, he’s struggling, and his leg’s fucked. I’m going to have to do a drain.”

"Have you got kit?" Harrison was struggling to get sorted. "I can scramble the heli?"

“I’ve got nothing.” Fao admitted. “Bottle of vodka and a knife. I’m going to need something.”

"I'll get everyone going." Harrison said. "Just keep him stable."

“I’ll send my location.” Fao muttered. 

"I'm just getting Steve up, we'll get the team to you, yeah? Just hold on."

“Tell Fred that reg was important, I’m sure of it.” Fao muttered. He let Harrison go to sort everything out, whilst he had to focus on Finn. There wasn’t much he could do, he knew that, but he had to try. The fact he was still unconscious was worrying, but it worked in his favour. His chest was not good at all, the blue tinge to his lips just compounding that. The side with the injury was more pressing, but he wouldn’t be surprised with the way finn was struggling if both sides were compromised in some way. 

He awkwardly opened the bottle of vodka, trying not to think about what he was doing. He doused his knife, equipment and Finn’s skin, as well as his hands, and looked for his landmarks. He really, really didn’t want to do this, but he didn’t have a choice. He needed to work quickly, in case his brother came round again, and made the cut. It was hard, his broken ribs blurring landmarks, but he got where he needed to be, making the cut deeper to get all the way through. It was hard with one fully working arm, but he had to carry on.  He had a straw, which was completely shit, but it would do the job, just until the team got there. That’s what he hoped, anyway. He hated every second of what he was doing, the smell of the vodka burning his nose, but he got it in and the blood came rushing out, soaking into his jeans. It was partially fear, partially relief that Fao felt. It was good that he was going some of the way to fixing the issue, but it was a lot of blood for Finn to be losing.

[its-my-whump]

Medi Whump May - The Merry Whump of May - Day 30

@mediwhumpmay: choke

@themerrywhumpofmay: "Rain check." - Strained

Follow-up: Days 21 - 29

She was more than startled when his fearful eyes as big as those of an owl looked at her in pure panic.

Absolutely confused her mouth overpowered her mind. "I guess, you'll take a rain check on this topic then, mhm." But she felt equally panicked as he looked.

After 10 days dripping of despair he finally woke up.

It wasn't pleasant, it wasn't painless, but yet, afterwards, it was the best thing she had witnessed in a long time.

His vitals were spiking, it seemed that every machine had its own alarm signal and all of them needed to be tested at the same time.

He was chocking against the obstacle in his windpipe, fighting the air that was forcefully pumped into him against the human reflex to breath on his own.

More pain inflamed from his hurt body, when he tried to move away out of desperation and instinct.

The fear in his eyes was breaking her heart, sweat was already glistening on his forehead, while his body spasmed frantically. His hands clenched trying to grab the sheets to ground himself against the all consuming pain and panic, until they went for that thing suffocating him. Tears streamed down his distorted face, while more grunts slipped through between the tube and his lips. He was also trying to take air in through his nose, but it didn't help either.

Tonya was frantically pushing the call bottom while she had to witness his ordeal. The button still between her fingers, she grabbed for his hands and prevented him from pulling the tube out and injuring himself furthermore.

His heartbeat was overturning itself. All the alarms, so loud, filling the surrounding space as if they were standing directly under the engine of a starting yet.

That thing in his throat was killing him. All of him just hurt. A piercing sensation right in the middle of his chest, where that thing was. His ribcage was burning. His windpipe was just to tight for the obstacle in there. 'He was dying. He was surely dying.' So much pain. Some of it shot up from his leg, manifesting itself in his lower back. He couldn't breath. His whole upper body, no his whole body, was just one big pile of horror.

The frantic hammering of his heart, trying to explode out of his chest, only hurt.

There was a static ear piercing sound inside his skull. His head was about to implode the next moment. He wanted to breath, to swallow, to lose this consuming feeling of being suffocated. But the panic took all his thinking away. There was just pure instinct to get rid of that thing. He couldn't. In addition to all the pain, he was fighting against, there was a force keeping his arms away from his neck and his right hand was so damn heavy. He was about to fail.

The pain was overpowering him. He needed to fight it, this.

If he gave in now, he would surely die. But at least dying would be a relief of all this pain. Maybe that would be better. He was choking, but his hurting body was losing the fight. There was so much agony.

Ultimately something hitched, his eyes rolled back like someone was playing with marbles and his body went limp again.

Finally the door flew open and people stormed in.

TBC (here)