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| Take the Plunge; Sam and Gene make a splash! | |
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| Topic Started: Nov 11 2014, 08:08 PM (2,855 Views) | |
| Gene Hunt | Nov 11 2014, 08:08 PM Post #1 |
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*Gene slams his hand down on his desk - an indication that the matter is sorted. Done with.* I don't know what investigation you're following, but if you think Brooks is guilty then it damn well isn't this one. The longer we stand 'ere waffling about 'im, the longer the real scrote's out there potentially doin' more damage! Now can we please shift our focus back on track!? |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 11 2014, 08:14 PM Post #2 |
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*Sam's eyes are flashing with anger - he can't believe that Gene still is refusing to see reason.* Give me one single good reason that proves that he's innocent beyond doubt! Because as of yet all I have is your fantastically vague statement that he's *raises a hand to aggressively mime quotation marks* "an alright bloke". In my book, that isn't nearly enough, Guv. *he's unfolded his arms, hands in fists by his sides* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 11 2014, 09:17 PM Post #3 |
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*jabs two fingers at Sam, angrily* Plus the fact that the evidence is all circumstantial! We won't know anything 'til the prints come back, and the weapon was never even bloody found. There's plenty of bastards round 'ere who'd want Brooks out of the way - framin' 'im would be the way to do it! |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 11 2014, 09:22 PM Post #4 |
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*throws his arm out to point back at the door* All the more reason to go out there and pull him in! If he's innocent and being framed, then it should be in everyone's interest to keep a close eye on 'im! And if he's the cuplrit, well-- you'll be thankin' me later for insisting. *leans in, supporting himself on his hands against Gene's table* Either way, with need to move fast. Every second we spend 'ere arguin' is a second lost! |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 11 2014, 09:34 PM Post #5 |
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The bloke's a bleedin' cripple! He's so knackered down 'is left side that 'e even had to get 'is car specially done up with massive handles an' all that! I doubt he's capable of an olympic sprint out of the city in the next five minutes. |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 11 2014, 09:39 PM Post #6 |
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*leans back again, crossing his arms* Stranger things 'ave 'appened. Look, we won't know for sure whether or not he has anything to do with this case unless we bring him in! Why the bloody 'ell are you being so stubborn about this?! |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 11 2014, 09:44 PM Post #7 |
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*folds his arms and juts his chin out, trying to out-macho Sam* Because I don't want that man stagnating in a cell when he's innocent! We bring 'im in and we're likely to scare 'im out of 'is wits. Why are you so eager to bang up someone without good reason!? |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 11 2014, 09:57 PM Post #8 |
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*hot anger welling up at Gene's words, Sam's eyes widen, but he keeps himself from unwinding his arms* Since when do you worry about scaring people?! Christ Gene, Brooks is the only half-way solid lead we 'ave, it'd be madness not to bring 'im in for questioning. If he has an alibi, I'll be the first to let him go, but if he doesn't, then I think we'll 'ave our man, whether you like it or not. |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 11 2014, 10:18 PM Post #9 |
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*unfolds his arms and leans in, face becoming harsher* I'm not saying we don't pull him in at ALL, I'm saying we pull him in when we know if he was even present at the bloody scene! Unless you think his ghost rose up out of his body and we went on an invisible crime spree at night! We wait 'til the lab results are back, and if we have to nick' im then so be it. He's a decent chap and I'm not about to go yank him out of 'is house for no good reason. Understand, Lassie!? |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 11 2014, 10:25 PM Post #10 |
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*Sam can feel heat rising up his neck and cheeks, and he takes a step back from the desk. This is just...!* I can't believe I'm hearin' this. Sod it all, Gene-- Guv, at least let me go and question him at his home, if you're oh so worried about his well-being. *Sam's tone is dripping with sarcasm by the end, but he means it - it's a compromise, and the best he has to offer... but if Gene keeps insisting, then... yes, then he'll just have to go through with this by himself. It's been a long time since they didn't see eye to eye this bad, but Sam knows he can't back down on this one. Because he's absolutely certain that Brooks is indeed the culprit in this murder, the victim having had his head bashed in horribly.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 11 2014, 11:31 PM Post #11 |
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*Gene looks at Sam right in the eyes, leans forward and picks up a file from his desk.* You're not ON Brooks's case! You're on THIS one. *with that, he slaps the file against Sam's chest.* Unlike you to leave paperwork finished, Sammy-Boy! Best get to it, chop chop! |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 12 2014, 11:10 AM Post #12 |
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*reaches up reflexively to hold onto the file, flinching backwards* What-- *Sam's eyes widen with realisation, and now his cheeks definitely are red with anger.* ... tell me you're joking. One last chance to save your dignity, Guv. |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 12 2014, 02:22 PM Post #13 |
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*lets go of the file as Sam takes it, standing back with his hands on his hips.* I told you. We look into Brooks once the forensics are back in. We're doing it your way! Thought blood spatter stuff and fingerprints were your favourite bloody thing! So don't gimme that 'dignity' talk. Capiche? |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 12 2014, 09:37 PM Post #14 |
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*Sam remains still and rigid for a few moments, simply glaring at Gene. This just-- his own words are being twisted around like this, and the worst thing is that Gene is right-- exept for the fact that Sam isn't even talking about pulling Brooks in, he just wants to bloody well talk to him! But Gene has put a veto on that quite effectively now, because Sam can't actually go against direct orders from his superior... ... though that isn't the last of it, oh no.* *grates out* Yes. Guv. *Sam turns on his heels, stalking out of Gene's office, and very deliberately not throwing the door closed behind him. Instead he makes his way over to his desk fast, sitting down in his chair and grabbing a pen. Gene thinks he can stop him with paperwork? Sam will show Gene paperwork.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 12 2014, 09:55 PM Post #15 |
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*Gene glares after Sam as he stomps through the door, pointedly not slamming it afterwards. Great, now Sam's in a huff. Gene's going to be dealing with the fallout of said huff for the rest of the day, isn't he. Bloody fantastic. Feeling angry and upset himself, Gene lets out a frustrated growl and drops into his chair, reaching for a trusty hipflask and taking a swig. He'd like to sit here and seethe for a while longer, but unfortunately Sam isn't the only one with paperwork to finish up. So, a scowl on his face, Gene leans forward and flips open a file. This is only going to make his irritability worse...!* |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 12 2014, 10:02 PM Post #16 |
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*Once Sam is sure that Gene won't come after him, he throws himself with at the files with a vigour that is unusual even for him - he's not tuned into extreme-file-mode since he studied for the exams at the police academy. In a backwards time like the late 1970s, though, getting through this casefile is a breeze, and Sam is done with it in the early afternoon. And once he is, he doesn't waste any time. He snatches up his jacket along with a pencil and a notebook and makes his way out of the office as fast as he can without attracting unwanted attention. After dropping the file directly at the Collator's he runs down the stairs, only stopping by Phyllis' desk to request one of the unmarked cars, quickly explaining where he's going (proper procedure is important, especially in a case like this).* Oh, but don't tell the Guv - unless he asks. You got that? *Phyllis looks at him as though he just suggested to paint the building pink, but that doesn't matter - Sam snatches the car keys out of her hand and is out of the door before she can voice protest. And a minute later he's driving off, leaving the building behind him quickly. Time to do what needs to be done....!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 13 2014, 12:34 PM Post #17 |
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*Gene's calmed down a little by the time he finishes the first mound of files, signing them all off and filling in the gaps. And as he flips the last cover over he decides it's time for a tea break. Maybe he can even poke Sam into having one too. A kind of begrudging peace offering. It won't be a sign of an apology, oh no. He just wants to make sure he doesn't have to suffer Sam's bad mood once they get home, that's all! Pushing his chair back, he stands and stretches out his back before walking to the door and striding through it.* Right, you lot - time for a brew and a break. Tyler, you-- *He stops. Sam's desk.... It's empty. It takes Gene a moment to put the pieces together, but once he does, he can't help the anger welling up inside him. He told Sam, he told him! He gave him a direct order! Thunderous now, Gene spits out,* I'll be back. *Promptly, he storms out of the room and down to reception. One quick word with Phyllis and his suspicions are confirmed. Goddammit, Sam! It doesn't take long for Gene to be seated in the Cortina, pulling away angrily and headed for Sam's location. If he finds the little bastard he'll be bringing him back in the boot, for sure!* |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 13 2014, 05:33 PM Post #18 |
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*Sam in the meantime, with a considerable head start, has gotten where he wants to be very quickly - Brooks' home. The man is in, but he seems suspicious of Sam and doesn't let him come inside, instead standing in the doorframe with his arms crossed, glaring at Sam. This must be costing him a considerable amount of strength, though - he isn't so much standing as leaning on a walking contraption, and Sam also spotted the handles Gene had been talking about when he took a quick glance at Brooks' car. So this must mean that he really is as heavily handicapped as Gene implied - though he doesn't seem weak. To the contrary, muscles are clearly showing on his arms and through the fabric of the shirt he's wearing, and when questioned Brooks reveals that he works out regularly to counterbalance his injury. This further sparks Sam's suspicions, and so he starts his interview for real, trying to sound as neutral as he can. Innocent until proven guilty, after all, and Sam is more than ready to let it go if his suspicions prove to turn out wrong. However... Brooks grows more restless with each of Sam's questions he deflects, and so Sam becomes more insistent, feeling tension rising in his chest. This is it, he knew his hunch wasn't for nothing.... He looks down at his notebook, to make sure he doesn't get the dates and times wrong as he prepares to ask the crucial question - Brooks' alibi - when it happens. Something heavy collides with the side of his head and Sam stumbles, crashing against the porsh railings, his vision flashing with lights and dark spots. Movement, he hears steps, tries to heave himself back up again, blinking rapidly - and a few seconds later he can see again, though his head is pounding horribly, and he turns, only to see Brooks making his way to his car fast. So the man isn't as handicapped as everyone thought he was...! Sam goes after him - stumbles, his mind reeling still (Brooks must have hit him with a crutch or something like that) - tries to get to the car in time, but it's too late, Brooks guns the engine and reverses out with squealing tires just as Sam is about to reach for the door handle. Shit, he can't let him escape....! Quickly regaining his composure, Sam makes his way to his own car, hurrying to start it up and go after Brooks. His head hurts like hell, but he has to ignore it, has too-- Sam snatches up the radio as soon as he's on the road as well, speeding after Brooks.* 680 to all vehicles, need assistance - suspect on the run, in a black Ford Mexico, registration plate J - 729 - JA, currently driving down Richmond Road, heading south. Repeat, assistance required... |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 13 2014, 05:49 PM Post #19 |
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*Gene's not far from Brooks's house when he hears his radio burst with static. Shit... That's Sam's voice...! Suspect on the run!? Jesus, what the hell's going on down there?? Anger tinged with rising concern burns in Gene's chest as he steps on the gas and accelerates, taking a sharp left turn and adjusting his path slightly. If he can skip driving past the house itself he should be able to shave a few seconds off his journey time and get to Sam faster....!* |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 13 2014, 05:59 PM Post #20 |
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*Luckily Sam has managed not to let Brooks out of his sight, and is now making steady progress, despite how his head is pulsing with pain in time with the beat of his heart. Following the black cae through Manchester's maze of roads, he's slowly but surely starting to catch up, even when he has to exercise more caution than Brooks himself, trying not to hit any other cars, or people. It takes a few seconds, but then he is starting to receive answering messages via the radio, and thank Christ for that - the police force isn't as sluggish as it sometimes makes out to be. Hurtling his car around yet another corner, Sam grits his teeth with concentration as he keeps his eye trained on the black Ford, coming closer and closer. He needs to end this chase quickly, or people might end up getting hurt.....!!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 13 2014, 08:39 PM Post #21 |
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*Gene can also hear the answers over the radio, and it isn't really much of a consolation - other officers are on their way, but they're not as close as he is. At most Gene's just a couple of minutes behind... For a moment he considers responding via the radio himself - but no. He's driving at the maximum speed that he can. He tries to fiddle with the radio and it could end in the Cortina wrapped around a bollard or something. So Gene merely takes advantage of the straight empty road ahead to inch his foot down on the accelorator just a little more* |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 13 2014, 09:00 PM Post #22 |
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*Without knowing that Gene is on the road and following them as well, Sam is fully concentrated on keeping up with Brooks - and he's getting closer, closer, he'll be able to overtake him soon, force him to stop... They're entering an open stretch of the road now - they've reached the outskirts of the city, and to the right of the road there is a small patch of grass which then falls abruptly into the bank of the canal (well, river at this point). Not that Sam is wasting much thought on that either - he is completely focused on the car ahead of him, once more speaking into the radio to inform the other units of his position. Faster, faster, and Sam absently notes how something wet is trickling down the side of his face, but that doesn't matter now, he's so close to Brooks, any moment he-- And then the child runs out onto the road. Between Sam and Brooks. Sam doesn't even have the time to utter a sound-- he rips the wheel around and hits the brakes at the same time, eyes just as wide as the boy's, and that is the last thing he sees clearly, before everything starts spinning. The car breaks out, spinning -- misses the child, narrowly, keeps spinning, and then within a blip it goes over the embankment, and with a massive SPLASH lands in the water. And that is the moment Sam feels another blow to his head, and the world goes black. And the car starts sinking.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 13 2014, 09:37 PM Post #23 |
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*A couple of minutes later and Gene is exactly where Sam should be. A straight road running along the side of the river. But... Sam isn't here. Maybe Gene's judgement was wrong - maybe he's just missed the chase. Or it could be that he's jumped ahead of them and they'll now be behind him. He slows a little, frowning. Damn, which is it? Maybe they diverted and headed towards the industrial complex. But no, he was sure they'd head down this way.... That's when he notices the black skid marks on the tarmac ahead of him. The deep grooves in the grass verge leading into the river.... The edge of a police car boot slowly disappearing into the water, large air bubbles breaking the surface around it. Sam. Gene slams on the brakes without even thinking, steering sharply towards the river, heart in his mouth. That was Sam's car. It must be. Brooks's car was black, wasn't it.... And that car definitely was not black. Sam's in the river...! His body moves of its own accord, and he practically throws himself out of the Cortina, now balanced precariously on the edge, one wheel hanging over the grass. His foot lands in the water and he slips down the bank, landing heavily in the shallower water. He gasps with the shock of it, the cold water up to his chest already, making it hard to breathe and taking his voice away. Desperate, he gasps,* Sam...! *No answer, of course....* |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 13 2014, 09:42 PM Post #24 |
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*Sinking. The car's edge disappears beneath the water's surface completely. Inside, Sam is out cold still, held upright only by his seatbelt.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 13 2014, 10:00 PM Post #25 |
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*Driven by fear, Gene wades further in, ducking a little to yank his loafers off and toss them back to the shore - it looks like he's going to have to swim. A moment later, he's up to his neck and shrugging off his jacket, letting it drift into the water, abandoned. And then, Gene propells himself into a forward crawl, sucking in a breath and plunging his head underwater. He paddles desperately until he's reached the place the car sank, taking another deep breath and then diving. The cold is biting, the murkiness blinding. And Gene doesn't know exactly where Sam's car is, even. Unable to see more than a few inches in front of his face, Gene kicks downwards, downwards, reaching out with his hands urgently, searching, searching..... But no, his lungs are bout to go, bursting in his chest. He surfaces, devastating failure burning in his throat as he coughs and splutters, swallowing a mouthful of the stuff. Then, it's down again. And this time, his hand strikes something solid. Metallic. He opens his eyes and sees the driver's side door in front of him, air bubbles leaking out of the quarter-open window. His heart jumps. There's no way of pulling the door open, so Gene takes the only option he's got. Sandwiching his elbow through the gap, Gene levers the window down as much as he can. It's tough and he loses a mouthful of air with the effort, but finally there's a creak and the window is fully down, the resulting stream of bubbles blasting into Gene's face. Blinded and with his lungs on fire, Gene reaches in and gropes around Sam's hips, numb fingers pressing the belt button in and then grabbing Sam's arm in a death-like grip. He needs to get to the surface, now. Now or it'll be too late for the both of them...!* |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 13 2014, 10:07 PM Post #26 |
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*Still no sign of life from Sam. However, not hat Gene unfastened the belt, he'll find that pulling Sam out isn't too hard a task - he isn't resisting... but he isn't helping along either. And the car's pull downwards might threaten to jeopardise Gene's attempts to get back up to the surface... Sam is floating, in his mind - floating away, not quite understanding what's going on. All he knows is that he's breathing and at the same time isn't, that his thoughts are starting to scatter, and that, for some reason, he feels.... sad. Gene.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 13 2014, 10:20 PM Post #27 |
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*Both hands on Sam's arm now, Gene yanks and pulls Sam through the window, taking no care at all just how he does it - he doesn't have the time to. It's either pull Sam out as roughly as possible, or they both drown. That's if Sam isn't drowned already... Gene notices that Sam isn't moving, and that's giving him a heart attack in itself, let alone the way his lungs are throbbing behind his ribs, trying so hard to get him to inhale. Beginning to see spots in front of his eyes as well as the washing past of river debris, Gene gathers Sam's limp body in one arm and pushes off the car's bonnet, trying to torpedo them both towards the surface. He paddles and kicks and thrusts and flails.... They break the surface just as Gene's lungs give up, a long and ragged gasp forced from his mouth. Water in his mouth and throat, Gene coughs and splutters, trying to keep himself afloat while also getting Sam's head above water. Voice strained and raw, Gene coughs* S-Sam!! |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 13 2014, 10:26 PM Post #28 |
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*Sam is limp as a ragdoll in Gene's grip, his head lolling back and against Gene's shoulder. No reaction. He's falling apart, slowly but surely. Still doesn't understand what's going on. Doesn't remember what happened. Doesn't... know. What's happening? Can't grasp it. Gene. Wants to see him. Can't.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 13 2014, 10:33 PM Post #29 |
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*No response... Shit. Shit shit shit.... There's still a clawing itch in Gene's throat, trying to make him cough - but he can't, he needs to swim... Strength waning and heart falling, Gene does his best to keep Sam's head out of the water as he kicks, bringing them both closer to the shore. It's nagging at the back of his mind that every second counts - that Sam isn't moving, that he could be drowned... That Gene might not be able to bring him back....! It's enough to almost physically weigh him down and drag him under. At last though, his foot hits something soft and solid all at the same time. The riverbank! Heaving Sam onto his shoulder, Gene scrabbles up the mud until there's enough grip, and then he drops to the ground, panting. But he can't stay there. Trembling with the effort, Gene pushes himself up above Sam, grabbing at Sam's face with his hands.* Tyl--! *He coughs* Tyler! Sam!! *gives Sam a hard shake, trying in horror to get some kind of response out of him* |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 13 2014, 10:41 PM Post #30 |
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*Water dribbles out of Sam's slightly opened mouth (his lips have turned blue), and blood is starting to ooze from a cut to the side of his head again, staining Gene's hand - but apart from that, nothing. Drifting further away. Apart. A fleeting sensation-- Gene? No. Won't see him again. A flash of something-- a memory, horror, Gene, hitting water-- And gone. Losing himself.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 13 2014, 10:46 PM Post #31 |
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*Gene's chest heaves as he waits for Sam to open his eyes, to look at him, to take a breath.... ..... it doesn't come. Oh god, oh god... Trembling once more, Gene dips his head to Sam's chest and listens. A heartbeat, becoming faint, but it's there....! Cursing under his breath, Gene takes a hold of Sam's head, tilts it upwards, pinches Sam's nose.... And then locks his lips onto Sam's and forces air in, inflating Sam's chest just a little. Nothing.... Panic in Gene's chest, he does it again, then again, come on, come on, come on, come ON.....* |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 13 2014, 10:56 PM Post #32 |
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*The first few times, there is no reaction. All but particles now... Mind fallen apart near completely..... ..... when in that haze of non-sensation, there is.... .... something. A pull. Then, a faint twitch of Sam's hand.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 13 2014, 11:29 PM Post #33 |
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*Gene freezes as he feels that tiny tremor - that little twitch. Filled with sudden hope, Gene leans down and does it again, puffing air into Sam, willing each breath to be the one that brings him back. It has to work, it has to. This can't be it. It can't end this way, with Sam sodden and lifeless in the mud. There's still so much they have to do together, this can't be it!* |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 13 2014, 11:34 PM Post #34 |
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*It takes Sam a while to find back through the haze - his body is reacting faster than his mind at the moment. A few more forces breaths later, Sam quakes again, more noticeably this time-- Coming back, it's coming back to him again, he remembers-- Sam remembers-- Sam convulses, his head lurching to the side and his back arching as coughs start to force their way out of his lungs, coughs and water, water, water, choking, drowning still and again--* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 13 2014, 11:44 PM Post #35 |
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*Gene almost shouts in surprise when Sam lurches, momentarily shocked into complete numbness. He did it! Sam's alive...!! Then suddenly, the crushing reality of what could have been. He almost sobs with relief. Instead, he grabs at Sam and tries to steady him, holding him firmly so that he can cough up the water completely* *breathlessly* That's it! That's it, Sammy Boy! Just.... Breathe! Breathe for me, Sam...! |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 13 2014, 11:52 PM Post #36 |
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*Sam registers Gene's words on a subconscious level - the rest of him is utterly scattered, retching up what feels like gallons of water, his chest burning unbearably-- and then, it's not water that leaves his lungs. It's a low wheezing breath, burning like lava, followed by more coughing, Sam feebly reaching for something, anything, to steady him, to help him put his mind back together--* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 13 2014, 11:56 PM Post #37 |
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That's it, that's it, you're doing it!! *rubs Sam's back roughly as though that'll encourage the air in faster. Holding back his own coughs as best as he can, Gene keeps up the encouragement between pants for breath* Jus' open up them lungs, good... Good man... |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 14 2014, 12:06 AM Post #38 |
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*It's a struggle - Sam ends up heaving up more water inbetween the coughs and the weak gasps, but then slowly, finally, there's more gasps than coughing, then wheezing inhalations, and then at last, though it hurts like fire, he draws a breath and lets it out the same way, his chest shuddering, making him shiver - or had he been shivering from the get-go? Whichever is right, now he can't stop it, and it intensifies as he finally manages to grab hold of something, weak as he is- And that something is Gene's arm, though he's not yet registered the fact that this is Gene who's holding him - all he knows is that he needs to hold onto something, or else he'll slip away again, and as much as it hurts - and god does it hurt, breathing, clinging to life - he doesn't want to leave. Wants to LIVE.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 14 2014, 11:02 AM Post #39 |
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*Gene feels that grip on his arm - that determination to get through this and keep going. And Gene can hear it, Sam's lungs finally taking in air rather than spewing up water! Wanting to help him along, Gene wraps an arm around Sam's soaking shoulders and heaves him up into a sitting position, opening up his lungs.* In and out, Sam... In and out, stay calm, okay? |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 14 2014, 01:55 PM Post #40 |
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*Gasping raggedly, his mouth open and his eyes squeezed shut tightly, Sam is aware of being shifted, of - of being held, and holding onto something. Something soft, something strong, something -- someone, who is talking to him. Sam coughs again, but he's able to subdue it quickly, concentrating on that familiar voice instead. In, out - in, out-- Sam tries to match his breathing rhythm to that, tries to calm his rebelling lungs, not even realising how he presses his forehead against Gene's front, still gripping his arm as tightly as his waning strength will allow. In, and out. In, and out. Slowly, it's starting to come more naturally again. Now Sam is becoming aware of his own violent shivering, and how everything is wet - even whoever it is who's holding him, supporting him. Sam tries to speak, but he can't, a cough forcing its way out instead.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 14 2014, 02:24 PM Post #41 |
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That's it, that's it.... Nice job, Sammy... *Gene hugs Sam to him, aware of the way they're both shivering. It's absolutely bloody freezing, and being curled up in the mud isn't going to be doing Sam any favours... He needs to get him warmed up somehow. But with Sam's breathing only just making it back to somewhere near normal, Gene doesn't want to risk moving him just yet...* Sam, I need to g-get you warmed up... Okay...? |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 14 2014, 08:18 PM Post #42 |
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*Sam doesn't reply - can't, occupied with keeping himself breathing as he is. His lungs are burning in a way he's never experienced before, and it's almost bad enough to make him wish he would just stop and-- No, no. His grip on Gene tightens for a moment before letting up a little, Sam forcing himself to enhale properly - and there, there's a scent underneath the stink of the river, the dampness all around him. It's cigarette smoke, a faint whiff of alcohol, and-- Gene. Finally, Sam's mind has caught up completely. Finally, he consiously recognises the voice that's been encouraging him on, realises who is holding him in a reassuring hug. This time, nothing will stop him from rasping out* Ge.... G-Gene. |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 14 2014, 09:08 PM Post #43 |
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*Gene coughs a laugh, relieved beyond belief* Yeah, Sam! S'me, S'your Guv... *rubs at Sam's back encouragingly, urging him to breathe deep* You alright!? |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 14 2014, 09:15 PM Post #44 |
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*Sam keeps breathing indeed, his mouth open, rasping slightly with every breath he takes, and wheezing when he exhales, chest heaving. And all this time, his eyes were closed - but now, he tries to blink them open, because he needs to see, needs to see Gene... However, Sam's vision is too blurry by half, all he sees are darker and lighter blobs, and he gives a weak cough again before closing his eyes and nodding faintly* Thi-think s... so..... *grimaces as another flare of pain burns through his chest, but even that seems to be starting to subside, leaving Sam absolutely exhausted, his mind starting to make connections, piecing together what happened...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 14 2014, 09:47 PM Post #45 |
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*Gene can see Sam blinking - trying to look at him - and it draws attention to the fact that he's still got water and mud all over his face.* 'Ere, lemme just.... *trying to control his shivering enough to be gentle, Gene gathers his wet sleeve up in his hand and wipes at Sam's cheeks and eyes, trying to clean some of the muck off of him* |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 14 2014, 10:13 PM Post #46 |
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*Sam turns his face further towards Gene, thus somewhat unintentionally assisting Gene with cleaning the muck off his face. He even raises a hand of his own, though he feels so weak, he doesn't even manage to bring it up to his face; instead, it ends up tangled in Gene's shirt, clinging onto the fabric. And all the while, his mind is becoming clearer, completing the picture for him, supplying Sam with memories... ... and he realises what happened. He nearly killed a child, went careering off into the river. Sam's eyes snap open and he heaves a shuddering breath, the tremors running through his body stronger than ever - and then, the next inhalation turns into a sob, Sam's eyes glazing over with tears of shock. He nearly died.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 14 2014, 11:47 PM Post #47 |
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*wait... Wait, what's.... Gene's face falls as he sees the sudden fear in Sam's eyes, hears that heartbreaking sob. Sam was unconscious when Gene pulled him out of the water... It must have only just dawned on him what happened. How close it was just then. Heart in his throat, Gene pulls Sam into him, pressing their bodies together as he rubs his hands up and down Sam's back. Body heat and something solid to hang onto... Maybe that'll help... * Sam... 'ey, don't... Don't do that. Yer safe now, I got you out! Everything's just... Hunky dory... Alright? Don't... Don't do that.... |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 15 2014, 12:00 AM Post #48 |
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*Sam lets it happen, burying his face in Gene's sodden shirt as another sob rips free from his chest, the tears starting to roll down his face. He can't stop it, the realisation of what nearly happened is making his head spin, even though he knows he's safe now, he knows it-- Finally, he manages to wind his arms around Gene's back, clinging to him with what strength he has left. Gene, who is so solid around him, holding him, talking... Sam nods, his face rubbing against the fabric, but he still can't stop the tears. Words spill over his lips, broken whispers* ... sorry... m's-sorry... *In the distance, sirens begin to wail.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 15 2014, 09:04 PM Post #49 |
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*Gene almost laughs in disbelief, staring down at Sam's face.* You... Don't apologise, you sappy git...! Just concentrate on being alive...! *hugs him tighter, rubbing his hands up and down Sam's arms to try and warm him up. And then suddenly his ears prick up - is that...? Yes, it's a siren! Someone must have seen the incident and phoned an ambulance. Thank god.* 'Ey, listen! There's an ambulance coming! They'll sort you out in a jiffy... Okay? |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 15 2014, 11:45 PM Post #50 |
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*Sam nods again, drawing a shuddering breath, but he still clings onto Gene, still presses himself as close to him as he can. His mind feels like it's swimming now, and there's a sound like static in his ears, and that unbearable burn in his lungs doesn't seem like it's going to subside any time soon. He can't hear the siren, but he'll take Gene's word for it - in fact, anything Gene says or does will be okay by him, just so long as Gene stays. Keeps holding him. Because Sam feels like he's going to float away again any moment, and he desperately needs to hold onto something, and be held. So he tightens his grip, and even though Gene told him to stop, he lets the tears leak from his eyes - he doesn't have the strength to pull himself together and hold them back. He nearly died, and he nearly died after they had a fight, he nearly died without having reconciled with Gene, and he nearly killed a child. The child--* The... there was... a b-boy... I-I t-tried to d-dodge-- *starts coughing again, but manages to calm down after a few seconds* ... i-is he...... p-please t-tell me I d-didn't-- h-hit him--! |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 16 2014, 11:08 AM Post #51 |
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*it's no use... Sam's not going to stop crying. And when he mentions the child, Gene can better understand where this wave of emotion is coming from. Almost dying is enough, but Gene knows from firsthand experience you put the fear that you killed a kid into the mix and you have a recipe for disaster.* Sam, you didn't hurt anyone... I was only seconds behind you and I didn't see nowt but the backend of your bloody car in the drink! You didn't hit 'im, okay? *tries to tip Sam's head up to get eye contact. Sam needs to know this.* You didn't kill any kid. |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 16 2014, 01:12 PM Post #52 |
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*As Gene tilts his head up, Sam blinks his eyes open, blearily staring up at his partner. He didn't... he didn't hit the boy...... Oh thank God. Sam nods.* G-good. Good. I-- *breaks into coughs again, curling up into himself and screwing his eyes shut once more - just as the ambulance turns the corner, comes racing towards their location.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 16 2014, 07:17 PM Post #53 |
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*Gene holds onto Sam tight, waving desperately at the ambulance as it careens into view. Sam's out of the water, he's breathing and he's safe.... But Gene can tell from the coughing that there must still be some water left in his lungs, and that needs looking at. God knows what was in that water they're both covered in... And Sam needs to get warm....* Shush, Gladys... Just concentrate on breathing, alright? *shouts to the ambulance* OI! Over 'ere!! |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 18 2014, 04:19 PM Post #54 |
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*This time, Sam doesn't even nod, instead simply doing what Gene tells him - he concentrates on breathing, clinging onto his partner with what strength he has left shivering with the waves of cold and emotions washing over him. And then, moments later, the ambulance comes to a halt near the Cortina, and the drivers jump out, one of them skidding down to where Sam and Gene are, the others pulling out the stretcher and getting it ready. "What 'appened 'ere?" the driver shouts over to them as he closes in, his eyes flicking from the car to Sam and Gene, and then to the river.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 18 2014, 04:40 PM Post #55 |
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*Struggling to stop his own shivering, Gene shifts onto his knees as the ambulance driver approaches, trying to get into a position to help carry Sam to the vehicle* What do you think happened!? He went in the drink and came out with two lungs full of water, that's what! *gets onto one knee, still supporting Sam* He's bloody freezing... we need to warm 'im up...! |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 18 2014, 08:32 PM Post #56 |
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*That's all the information the ambulance worker needs. He shouts back to his colleagues, "Get blankets!" And then he's already helping Gene, helping him lift Sam onto the stretcher that's being set down next to them. Sam immediately turns onto his side and curls up, a delirious and desperate attempt at preserving body heat he doesn't have. The driver notices the cut and bruise to the side of Sam's head and frowns, but he doesn't hesitate and lifts one end of the stretcher, the other man lifting his end, and then they do their best to get Sam up the slope without jostling him too bad, and without slipping back down the riverbank.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 19 2014, 10:46 AM Post #57 |
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*Gene helps as much as he can with getting Sam onto the stretcher, though his cold, numb hands aren't as strong as they should be. He wants to stay by Sam's side while they carry him off, but he'll only slow the ambulance crew down. So he watches as they carry Sam off, pushing himself onto trembling legs* Sam, I'll... be right there.... *begins making his own way up the slope, hands digging into the soft mud as he slips and slides, heart in his mouth. They can't leave without him, he has to be there for Sam...* |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 19 2014, 11:59 AM Post #58 |
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*No need for Gene to worry - the third driver makes his way down the slope to assist Gene in getting up, already draping a blanket over him. "That's it, take it easy mate," he mutters, trying to give Gene some support. Sam in the meantime is already being loaded into the ambulance truck, and the drivers supply him with not just one, but two blankets, removing Sam's sodden jacket and rubbing him off a little before wrapping the blankets around him, trying to make sure he stays as warm as possible. Sam is in a haze, only now realising that Gene isn't there anymore, and he raises his head slightly to look around, to spot him.... but he's not there...... He lets his head drop down again, exhausted. His lungs are still burning, and he feels like he's run a marathon... Tired, so tired all of a sudden. Sam coughs, then sneezes, shivering and pulling the covers tighter around himself with numb fingers.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 19 2014, 06:37 PM Post #59 |
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*Gene uses one hand to keep the blanket around his sodden shoulders and grabs onto the driver to help him up the slope. Once there he sees the open doors of the ambulance and heads towards them on legs numb from exertion and cold. Panting slightly, he heaves himself up and into the van. Seeing Sam out of his wet jacket and covered in two thick blankets is something, at least... but there must be more they can do... He's still bloody shivering, even...* 'Ey... *clears his throat and catches his breath* ...You not got any electric ones or anything?? |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 19 2014, 10:32 PM Post #60 |
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*Two of the drivers have gotten into the front after making sure that Sam won't be jostled too badly once they're driving, and the third has gotten into the back together with Sam and Gene, and is now frowning at Gene in a confused way before shaking his head. "Sorry, mate." Sam tilts his head once more upon hearing Gene's voice, but he has enough sense not to reach out for him. They can't, not here... and just the fact that he's riding along in the ambulance is enough to calm Sam down at least a little. His eyes close of their own accord, and if he could he'd disappear beneath the blankets entirely. A few moments later, the ambulance takes off with howling sirens, making its way back to the hospital.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 21 2014, 12:37 AM Post #61 |
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*Gene sets his jaw as he hears that Sam will have to make do with just the regular blankets and his own body heat. Heart dropping, he perches on the small seat next to Sam, his eyes focused on him the whole time. The man looks pale as anything... What if they don't get there in time? how long does hyperthermia take to set in? Sam's eyes are closed... That's not a good sign, is it? Gene curses under his breath as the ambulance speeds off, the movement almost knocking him off his chair. Worriedly, he bites his lip and drops his own blanket from his shoulders. Sam looks so pale, he can't stand to look at him like this...! He needs to do something. Gently, Gene brushes his hand over Sam's slowly drying hair and then drapes his own blanket over Sam's torso, tucking it in around his neck and shoulders* S-Sam? You stay awake, for me, eh? Say somethin', alr-right? |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 21 2014, 10:15 AM Post #62 |
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*Sam inhales with a shudder as he feels a touch to his head -- Gene. His hand feels so warm to Sam, almost like it's burning, and he doesn't even realise how he moves his head, trying to press it against Gene's palm. With some effort, he forces his eyes open, then tries to get them to focus. Christ but he can't even... can't even move with how cold he feels... it's as though his insides have turned to ice... So when Sam opens his mouth to say something, at first all he can do is cough and shiver and uselessly move his lips. But then, his voice returns, forces itself out of his tight throat* ... c... c-col-d...... |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 21 2014, 04:55 PM Post #63 |
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*a lump rising in Gene's throat, he stutters out,* I know... I know, Sammy... *leans forward and rubs his hands up and down the blanket covering Sam's arms in an attempt to create some heat* Won't be long, then you'll b-be toasting like a marshmallow... |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 21 2014, 05:13 PM Post #64 |
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*Sam can't help but laugh at that, though it comes out as a wheezing cough and more shivering, and he curls up on himself, squeezing his eyes shut again. Gene's words seem so improbable, seeing as Sam feels like a block of ice at the moment, but then he's rubbing at Sam's arms and god, yes, that friction, it's just what he needs, it's something that sends sparks through his numb lims, and once more he tries to get as close to Gene as he can-- Hell, he just wants to wrap himself up with Gene all around him, holding him, not letting go-- But the best he can manage is to press himself against Gene's hand, to somehow make him understand that he needs more, he can't drift away again,he can't...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 21 2014, 08:57 PM Post #65 |
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*Gene gives the ambulance ride-along driver a panicked look - Sam's still not really talking or showing proper signs of being awake... He should be starting to warm up by now... He strokes his fingers through Sam's hair again, trying to control his own shivering* Oi, 'ow long 'til we're there!? |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 21 2014, 09:06 PM Post #66 |
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*"We're goin' as fast as we can, mate! Should be there any minute," the man answers with just a hint of helpless annoyance - but he realises that Gene is worried, that this must be more than just a spontaneous rescue, so he joins Gene in his efforts of trying to rub some warmth back into Sam. Sam himself indeed doesn't feel like talking; his throat feels absolutely shredded, and while he can't hold back on the coughing, he at least can control what else leaves his mouth, and so he remains silent. He does, however, try to open his eyes again, though that proves to be harder than he thought it would be. And then, finally, the ambulance slows down, and then comes to a halt entirely, and just a moment later the back doors fly open, one of the drivers grabbing a hold of the stretcher, while the third driver shifts to the head end, grabbing the handles there. Sam doesn't even have the time to try and look at Gene once more before he's rushed off and into the hospital building.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 22 2014, 01:10 AM Post #67 |
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*numb and shivery as he is, Gene isn't quick enough to chase Sam out of the wagon. He tries, but it's as though the cold has put his body in slow motion. So all he can do is watch as his partner is whisked away, doing his best to shout after him and the men carrying him* Get 'im warmed up.... I'll just... Come find you. *anxious at the thought of not watching over Sam, Gene pushes himself to shaky legs and makes to clamber out of the ambulance, dripping water as he goes. The third driver is still there, and Gene tries to catch his attention. * Oi, mate... W-where are they taking 'im? |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 22 2014, 11:00 AM Post #68 |
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*The third ambulance driver however doesn't even let Gene get that far - he's with him immediately, having produced amother blanket from seemingly out of nowhere and draping it over Gene's shoulders, trying to encourage him to grab hold of it. "We'll get you there in a minute as well mate, no worries. Get you somewhere warm. Can you walk?"* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 22 2014, 05:25 PM Post #69 |
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*grabs onto the blanket once he realises it's there, his fingers slowly and painfully, as though they've begun to freee up with the cold.* Yeah, yeah... S'not me that swallowed half a r-river. *grabs the man with his free hand, using him as a crutch to help him stand up straight.* Tyler'll be alright, won't 'e.... Just... dry 'im out a bit and he'll be fine... |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 22 2014, 09:50 PM Post #70 |
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*gently but firmly leading Gene out of the van and into the building, the man nods. "'E'll be kept overnight for monitoring most like, but 'e should be fine by tomorrow mornin'. An' same goes for you." He steers Gene to the closest room and makes him sit down, keeping the blanket around him and immediately turning on the heat as much as possible - they need to keep him warm now... "Listen 'ere, a nurse is gonna come by any moment now, get you some tea and give you a once-over. Don't go wanderin' off, and keep that blanket on you. Got it?"* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 22 2014, 10:51 PM Post #71 |
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*In a bit of a daze, Gene lets the man guide him wherever he wants. He's too tired and sore to try and resist, though he does look back in the direction Sam was taken as he goes. It feels wrong, being separated from him, considering how close he came to dying. If Gene hadn't done what he did, Sam would still be at the bottom of the river. He shudders, clutching the blanket tighter around himself as he sits down* You said he'd be alright though, yeah? You s-said he'd be fine... |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 22 2014, 10:56 PM Post #72 |
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*The driver nods decisively. "Yeah, he'll be alright." One last pat to Gene's shoulder, and then he's out of the room - though Gene isn't alone for long. Only a minute later, a nurse enters the room, and she's already holding a steaming cup of tea. "Here you go then, luv!" She leans down to be on eye-level with Gene, looking him up and down worriedly. "D'you think y'can hold onto this for me?" And she holds the mug out for him.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 22 2014, 11:29 PM Post #73 |
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*Gene sits with a frown on his face staring at the wall opposite until the nurse comes in. He blinks as her face fills his vision and snaps him out of his daze. Can he hold... Can he hold what? It takes a few seconds for his sluggish brain to catch up, but then finally he looks down and spots the tea. * Oh. Yeah, course... *he raises one hand shakily and closes his fingers around the mug. The liquid quivers and quakes in his grip, but he manages to stop it from sloshing over the edges. Just. The warmth of the ceramic wakes him up enough to properly look at the nurse - to see her worry and concern. Funny - he's not particularly worries about himself... It's Sam who inhaled all that stuff. It's Sam she should be looking at right now... Throat feeling rough from the water he's swallowed and his whole body feeling weak from the efforts of swimming, he shakes his head slightly* I'm fine... Just need to warm up a b-bit... |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 23 2014, 10:37 AM Post #74 |
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*The nurse doesn't let go of the mug yet, instead clasping her hands over Gene's and gently lowering them until the mug is resting in his lap - just to make sure that it doesn't become too heavy for him to hold. " 'course - we'll just give you a quick check-over and some dry clothes, an' you'll be right as rain in no time." She touches his chin lightly to tilt it up, looking him in the eye. "Any aches that shouldn't be there? 'ow's your vision?"* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 23 2014, 12:57 PM Post #75 |
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*Dry clothes... god that sounds good. His current ones are plastered against his skin, cold and chilling, stinking of god knows what. That river wasn't exactly clean.... Both hands clasped around the mug, Gene tries to focus on the nurse's eyes in front of him. There's only one prominent ache that he can notice, and he knows that it isn't physical injury but emotional turmoil. Sam still isn't in front of him and he still can't see that he's alright.... To answer the lady's question though, he has to concentrate on how his body feels. And now that she mentions it, his eyes do feel sore. That dirty water's got a lot to answer for.* Can see just fine. Eyes feel a bit rough though. Someone ought to sort that bloody river out, s'a health hazard! |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 23 2014, 02:35 PM Post #76 |
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*The nurse nods with an understanding "mmh", reaching out to a nearby table to pick up the stethoscope lying there. "Make sure you wash your face and your eyes with warm water once we're done 'ere, that should do. I'll just have a quick listen to your chest now..." She efficiently opens the first few buttons of Gene's shirt after rubbing the stethoscope's head to warm it up slightly. "Try and breathe normally for me, luv."* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 23 2014, 02:47 PM Post #77 |
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*Gene sighs as the nurse begins opening his buttons. He appreciates the check up, but he's fine... Or he will be once he's seen Sam for himself. This is all unnecessary... But he does as he's told, breathing in and out, in and out as the stethoscope presses against his chilled skin. He continues for a moment before replying slightly roughly, his throat still slightly raw* Honestly, luv... Gimme some dry clothes and some scotch and I'll be right as rain. |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 23 2014, 07:57 PM Post #78 |
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*"Of course you will." The patience in the nurse's voice seems neverending as she listens to Gene's breathing, and after a few seconds pulls back with a satisfied nod. "Looks like everythin' in there's alright. Now, I'll bring you those clothes, an' you drink your tea, and when you're feelin' up to it you can go and join your mate - reception desk will tell you where his room is. Any questions?"* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 23 2014, 09:01 PM Post #79 |
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*So he just has to drink the tea and get changed, and then he can see Sam... Okay, he can do that... So he sips gingerly at the tea, swallowing the hot liquid down and relishing the feeling as it gently warms him from the inside. And soon enough he's provided with some dry clothes - elasticated comfy trousers and a t-shirt. Changing into them is a bit tricky, with how floppy and weak his limbs feel - but not long after he's at Sam's doorway, gently pushing the door open. He doesn't know what to expect - will Sam have anything attached to him? Machines? Electric blankets? Maybe he's not, and he's fine... Gene can't imagine what state he'll be in. So he calls out gently as the door swings open* Oi, Sammy... y'alright? |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 23 2014, 09:11 PM Post #80 |
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*By the time Gene opens the door, Sam is drifting in a slight doze, the room he's in lying in comfortable darkness - but the sound of Gene's voice pulls him out of that. There are no machines attached to him - the doctor who examined him found that, apart from the cuts and bruises to his head from where Brooks and then later the steering wheel hit him, Sam was pretty much uninjured - and so Sam was free to curl up under the blanket (electric, this one) and wait for the warmth to finally start to melt what feels like a core of ice in his body. And it was that warmth that made Sam drift of. Now, however, he raises his head with slight difficulty and turns around, blinking against the light from the corridor.* Oh... Gene. *And he gives a small, exhausted smile - his mind is strangely blank now (must also be due to the shot the doctor gave him, seeing as Sam got a good lungful of river water), so the emotional turmoil from before is all but forgotten.* M'alright... just tired.... *He lets his head drop down onto the pillow again, giving a small sigh. He still doesn't feel warm, really... but he's not as cold as he was before either, so that must be an improvement.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 23 2014, 09:57 PM Post #81 |
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*A wave of relief washes over Gene as he sees Sam under the blankets, looking pale and tired but free from beeping machines or masks. Thank god... It really does look like he'll be okay... A slow smile spreads over Gene's face, unguarded and unmasked. He knew he was scared about how Sam would be, but it's only seeing him there that makes him realise how scared he was. Gene'd had to get Sam breathing again, eject the water from inside his lungs... But Sam's alive, and that's what Gene needed to see.* Yeah, bound to be, after that. *Settles down on the chair next to Sam's bed* Was blowing you up like a bloody balloon. They say your lungs were okay? |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 24 2014, 12:09 PM Post #82 |
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*Sam nods against his pillow, his eyes searching Gene's face - well, not so much searching, as just... taking it in. The relief, the unguarded smile. Christ, but that really was a close call... He has to speak quietly, seeing as his throat feels raw and sore, making his voice come out in a rough mumble* Mmh... they're keepin' me in over night... said there's a chance that my lungs could... could fill up with liquid again. *And he can't hide the fact that that thought scares him, but at the same time he knows that he's in good hands here, that should anything happen, he'll be looked after. And most of all, Gene is here now... Which makes everything that much better.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 24 2014, 12:14 PM Post #83 |
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*The thought scares Gene as well. Scares him right down deep into his stomach. He won't let that happen. They're in a hospital - the first sign of any fluid in there and he'll be dragging every doctor on the ward in to sort it out. Looking at Sam's face though, he can tell that Sam's worried about that happening, too. And the worry can't be doing him any good. So Gene reaches out to ruffle Sam's hair gently, smoothing it down afterwards. A joke might help reassure Sam, now...* Sod that. If y'want mouth-to-mouth contact again, all you have to do is ask! |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 24 2014, 12:36 PM Post #84 |
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*Sam rolls his eyes at that, but he can't help but grin, feeling his worries dissipate a little. Oh Gene... Sam hesitates for a moment, but then he pokes one of his hands out from under the blanket, reaching for Gene. He does need contact...* Well, I don't think anyone's... gonna come by any time soon... *And he smiles again, albeit a little insecurely... It is a risk, kissing in public. A massive risk, even after all these years.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 24 2014, 11:01 PM Post #85 |
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* Gene takes sam's hand, tucking them both under the blanket so as not to be seen. It's a risk, of course. But after today Gene figures they both need the contact as much as each other. He raises an eyebrow * That an invitation? |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 25 2014, 09:22 PM Post #86 |
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*Sam just looks a Gene unblinking, managing to give his gaze an intensity that he himself isn't even realising is there. Because yes, of course that's an invitation - and Gene should bloody well know. Sam needs this, now.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 26 2014, 01:01 AM Post #87 |
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*Gene reads Sam's expression and softens his gaze. Of course that's what Sam wants. He sends a glance at the door before leaving in and pressing a kiss to Sam's forehead and then another to his lips. It's not that Gene wants to pull away so soon, either - but he's aware that Sam probably needs a good opportunity to breathe regularly. So after a few moments he leans back against the chair, hand still around Sam's.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 26 2014, 11:04 AM Post #88 |
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*It doesn't last near long enough for Sam's liking, but he still relishes the contact - the gentle press of Gene's lips against his skin, and then against his own lips, and he kisses back as much as he can. When Gene pulls back, Sam exhales slowly, his eyes opening and locking on his partner's face again. There is something he wants to say - needs to say -, but... With a small sigh, Sam gives Gene's hand a squeeze.* ... m'sorry it turned out like this. |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 26 2014, 04:30 PM Post #89 |
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*Hearing Sam's apology, Gene takes a deep breath and sighs. He doesn't quite know how to feel about that. Sam went against his direct orders, put himself in a dangerous situation and didn't inform his DCI. He knows that he and Sam are equals in every way - except for their ranks. Gene is the DCI, Sam is his second in command. Sam had a duty to follow his superior officer's orders and instead he disobeyed. Gene should be cross with him. And probably will be, once it properly hits him that Sam could be dead right now. ... But at this very moment, Gene can't be angry. Not really. Not while he's still so full of relief over Sam being alive. So, without anger, he replies.* Yeah, you should be an' all! If you'd just listened to me.... *pauses, then shakes his head.* But I'll give you a grilling when you're home and not lookin' like a sick kicked puppy. *can't help a little quirk of the lips at his own description. Because right now, that description is pretty accurate!* |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 26 2014, 08:04 PM Post #90 |
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*Sam watches Gene's face closely - and, as he suspected, Gene took his statement for the apology it seems to be. Which, in fact, is only half the truth. He rolls his eyes at Gene's last comment, huffing out a small chuckle. A 'sick, kicked puppy', huh. Still....* .... I was right, though. About Brooks. |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 27 2014, 11:24 AM Post #91 |
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*Gene frowns a little, his gaze sharpening just a tad. He hadn't wanted to discuss this now... Not while Sam's lying there recovering and he himself is hard to maintain the little body heat he still has. And though he wants to keep his mouth shut, Gene's too impulsive for that. When he speaks, he's still careful not to sound angry though. * Well done. I'll make you a medal. Maybe you'll even get knighted and they'll name this day 'Tyler Tuesday' in honour of your discovery. *gives Sam's hand a squeeze and sighs.* We'd have found that out eventually anyway, y'ponce. Didn't have to take you doing an Olympic dive. |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 2 2014, 02:05 PM Post #92 |
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*Sam blinks, momentarily stunned into silence. Then, with a small huff, he lowers his gaze, staring down at his and Gene's linked hands. He gets it. Gene's right, Sam acted on his own, recklessly, going against orders (though technically he didn't - he'd finished that sodding bit of paperwork before going out). But at the same time, he now knows beyond all doubt that Brooks is their man, and had they waited any longer with talking to him, he would have made a break for it anyway. They simply didn't have the time. He wants to tell Gene all that. Wants to tell him that what Sam did wasn't for naught, wasn't just a vanity thing. That... Christ, that he didn't just nearly die for nothing. The thought makes Sam's chest grow tight, and he grips Gene's hand a little tighter, swallowing hard.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Dec 2 2014, 09:03 PM Post #93 |
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*Gene feels that squeeze of his hand, hears that silence of Sam's nonexistant reply. And shit, he hadn't wanted to make Sam upset...* 'Ey. Come on, Neptune. We'll talk about it later when yer warmed up and back at home. Okay? Now... S'there anything you need? |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 2 2014, 09:16 PM Post #94 |
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*Sam merely nods at this, closing his eyes tight for a moment. Now that it's started, his mind doesn't want to stop going through the happenings of the last couple hours - the chase, seeing the boy, swerving away - the moment he realised that he was going to hit the water -- that moment. That one moment where all he saw was water. And then nothing. Sam's eyes fly open suddenly and he gasps, and he's shivering again, feeling like he's only just been pulled back out of the water. He needs, he needs -- he needs for his brain to stop, he needs to stop thinking, he needs everything but what is going on in his head right now.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Dec 2 2014, 09:27 PM Post #95 |
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*Jesus...! Worry flares up in Gene's chest and he jumps in his seat. Is something bad happening? Is this what the doctors warned of? Fluid in his lungs?* Sam! Wha-- *stands up on tired legs and reaches over, rubbing Sam's arm hastily - maybe he's just too cold?* What's the matter?? |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 2 2014, 09:43 PM Post #96 |
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*Sam opens his mouth, but his voice refuses to come out - so he closes it again, swallows once more, can't stop shivering. What he does do is squeeze Gene's hand tight - remind himself where he is, he's in hospital, he's okay, he's okay.....! And then, his voice decides to work again, and Sam stutters out* C-c-col--d -- c-can't stop th-think-k-ing -- *swallows with some difficulty, trying to stop his teeth from chattering - this can't just be cold, it's got to be some sort of delayed shock, but Sam can't get that out, his brain isn't letting him, and so he gasps* H-help--! |
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| Gene Hunt | Dec 2 2014, 09:58 PM Post #97 |
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*Shit! Gene doesn't want to leave Sam, even to let go of his hand. But that gasp of 'help'... He can't just sit there and not do anything about it. Not with the possibility of 'fluid on the lungs' hanging over them. Voice thin with concern, Gene gives Sam's arm a squeeze and replies* Ok, ok... I'll get someone, hang on... *And with that, he's out of the door. Gene's legs are shaky and exhausted, tired from the swim earlier, and he grips onto the door frame to support him, spotting the nearest nurse and shouting to her* Oi! We need 'elp...! |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 3 2014, 11:27 PM Post #98 |
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*The nurse reacts immediately, rushing past Gene and into the room, to Sam's side. Sam curls up even further, his eyes wide and pupils blown - Gene's reaction is understandable, but what Sam is experiencing right now is, quite simply, a panic attack. And the nurses realises that the moment she leans down to get a good look at him - he's breathing, there's not rattle to it, so it can't be fluid in his lungs. "Mr Tyler? Mr Tyler, can you hear me?" She's squeezing Sam's shoulder, her voice raised and yet firm and calm, trying to catch Sam's attention. He's gasping and staring up at her, then his eyes dart away -- Gene, where is-- "Mr Tyler, please look at me. You are safe, do you understand?" No, he doesn't, he can't, where, where is--* G-- Ge-- |
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| Gene Hunt | Dec 3 2014, 11:35 PM Post #99 |
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*Gene hovers at the nurse's side, convinced that Sam's lungs are filling up second by second. This is what they were warned of. What if Sam catches pneumonia? He's sure that can happen with fluid on the lungs... Sam's voice penetrates through, snapping Gene out of his own anxiety. And before he knows it, Gene's having onto Sam's hand again. * Yeah Sam, I'm here, I'm here...! Just listen to what the nurse is saying, alright? *then, he turns to the nurse, his voice judged and desperate as he asks* What's going on?! Do something! |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 7 2014, 12:28 AM Post #100 |
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*"Sir, calm down, please, you're not helpin' the situation!" the nurse says urgently in reply to Gene before focusing on Sam again, whose eyes have darted over at Gene, his chest heaving amd his breath coming out in quick gasps. And then he starts choking. His mind has gotten away with him, has dragged him back into that car, amd even though Sam was unconscious at the time, now he's reliving it. The nurse grabs his shoulder and tries to turn him onto his back, to get his lungs free for him to breathe. At the same time she shouts to Gene, "Sir, try to calm him down, 'e's just 'avin' a panic attack, 'e needs to know 'e's safe!"* |
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