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retroviridae) wrote in arklaycounty2022-12-12 12:11 pm
but who's gonna push my wheelchair around when i get sick?
[ Two officers shot in local standoff following raid on drug compound. That had been the headline, nonspecific. And yetโ"someone just walked over my grave" was how superstitious idiots would probably phrase the feeling of cold dread that had washed over William as he watched the words scroll across the bottom of the screen, as the footage cut to a reporter standing in front of police tape and a mess of red and blue light. Ambulances, police cars. He knew. He didn't know how, but he knew.
His hands ached with the tension of his grip on the Volvo's hard steering wheel as he made the drive to the placeโtaken to Robert Fleitcher Memorial Hospital, the news had said, God only knew how long ago. There was a short argument with the bitch at the front desk before the protected information he already knew was finally disclosed.
Albert had been shot. In the side and the thigh, and the uneducated receptionist wasn't able to give him the crucial specifics that might give him an idea as to whether or not he would be attending a funeral or a hospital visit. Still in surgery. Another two hours, added to the four he'd already been on the table long before William knew.
His name was listed as next of kin, as he expected. Not like there was anyone else. It took him another hour after the conclusion of the operation to come into consciousness, an hour in which all William could do was stare at the IV line and the bloody drain tubing and the readings on the screen behind him while trying to assemble his mind into something coherent.
At last Albert opened his eyes, lifted his head. All at once the fear gave way to furyโhow dare he? William had told him this was a horrid idea. ]
You fucking idiot.
His hands ached with the tension of his grip on the Volvo's hard steering wheel as he made the drive to the placeโtaken to Robert Fleitcher Memorial Hospital, the news had said, God only knew how long ago. There was a short argument with the bitch at the front desk before the protected information he already knew was finally disclosed.
Albert had been shot. In the side and the thigh, and the uneducated receptionist wasn't able to give him the crucial specifics that might give him an idea as to whether or not he would be attending a funeral or a hospital visit. Still in surgery. Another two hours, added to the four he'd already been on the table long before William knew.
His name was listed as next of kin, as he expected. Not like there was anyone else. It took him another hour after the conclusion of the operation to come into consciousness, an hour in which all William could do was stare at the IV line and the bloody drain tubing and the readings on the screen behind him while trying to assemble his mind into something coherent.
At last Albert opened his eyes, lifted his head. All at once the fear gave way to furyโhow dare he? William had told him this was a horrid idea. ]
You fucking idiot.
no subject
[ He couldn't keep fighting it. His body was going to get its rest whether he liked it or not. But as he closed his eyes, Albert squeezed William's hand once moreโa gesture of thanks for all his friend had done.
Hopefully, he would wake to see his friend again. ]