Recovery - Whumptober Day 30
Finn had been going from strength to strength. He'd landed on his feet with a job with the police, half moved back in with Jess and repaired their relationship. With the Irregulars quieting down, he'd gone for a job with the ambulance service.
Obviously they'd snatched him up, agreed to his terms and trained him up to go on the road. It was something new for him to conquer, and he fit right in.
"We've got an adult male. Collapse, breathing, not responding normally. Cops are on their way." Finn reads from the screen in front of him. "Side of the road, so they're gonna keep an eye on it for us."
They pulled up with a swear from Finn. "Grab the rest of the kit? I know him." He drops to his knees by Fao's head, his parabag following.
"Fao, mate? Can you hear me?"
Fao comes to with a groan, his eyes flickering open for a second. But he recognises Finn and groans again, curling onto his side in an attempt to ease the pain. It didn’t help.
"You're alright. You collapsed, but we're gonna get you sorted, yeah? My crewmate's just getting some stuff, okay?"
He didn't reply, just tried to push Finn away. He didn't need this, he just wanted to sleep.
"Fao, come on. You gotta stay awake for a little bit. Have you got any pain?"
“Pain.” He echoed, curling up tighter. “Fuck off.”
"Faolan. It's just me, okay. Don't swing for me when I touch you." Finn turns to his partner. "Faolan Blackwood. Served with me quite a few years ago, and is a general pain in the arse, yeah?"
“Jus’ leave me alone.” He mumbled thickly. “‘M fine."
"Yeah, that's why you're on the floor." He carefully clips the sats probe on Fao's finger. "Talk to me."
“No.” He grumbled, shivering. “Go ‘way.”
"Okay. I'm gonna call Ely then, get her to meet us at hospital, okay?"
“No.”
"Why not?"
He whimpered. “‘M fine.”
"I know you are. You think you can get onto the bed? We'll help."
“Go away.” Fao grumbled.
"Alright. C'mon, we'll get you up." Finn turns to Ben. "We'll take our time, he's got a habit of trying to leave and just generally causing problems, haven't you?"
Fao pouts. “Says you.” His voice is thick and he's shivering.
"Yeah, I know. But you're not well, Fao. It's my turn to look after you, yeah?" Finn rests a careful hand on Fao's shoulder. "You've got a fever, mate, and honestly? You look like shit."
Fao groaned, moving away from Finn’s touch.”’m goin’.” The pain got worse but he forced himself into his back and then into a sitting position, swaying.
"Hey. Careful."
“Goin’.” He mumbled, forcing himself onto his knees and then up on his feet. But the pain just gets infinitely worse and he crumples, crying out.
Finn's already behind him, catching him before he falls. "So much for careful. It's okay, Ben's got the bed behind you. Just sit, okay?"
Fao doesn't have a choice but to sit, the pain just getting worse with every movement. He whimpered, clinging to Finn.
"It's okay, Fao. I've got you." He absentmindedly rubs Fao's shoulder. "Where's your pain?"
“Stomach.” He's quiet, his voice a little scratchy. “‘m gonna be sick.” He realises this very suddenly, swallowing thickly to try and stop it.
"It's alright. Just breathe." Finn doesn't manage to fully move out of the way in time.
There's not much to come up, it's mostly bile and some blood, and Fao can taste it. It makes him groan and he mumbles an apology to Finn.
"No apologies." His hand is soft against Fao's back. "It's okay. You wanna lie down? We'll get you in and sorted, yeah?"
Slowly, Fao nodded. He laid down, curling up on his side. He wasn't sure if it helped or not but he did it anyway. He wanted it all to end, he was fed up.
They're quick to move him into the back of the ambulance, into the warmth and away from prying eyes.
