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| Topic Started: Jan 4 2015, 09:21 PM (527 Views) | |
| Gene Hunt | Jan 4 2015, 09:21 PM Post #1 |
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*They've been under siege for what feels like an hour now, even though in reality it must have only been ten minutes. Ten minutes of being shot at, having to duck and hide behind the cars and wreckage at the motor crushing site. The rest of the team have been cut off around the other side of the site, and Gene hopes that they're having more luck than him and his deputy right now. There are around three gunners keeping them pinned down at the moment, all members of a gang who've been using stolen cars to sell, use as getaway vehicles, and more seriously, break up and use for weapon/bomb parts. In short, they're scummy violent bastards and all deserve to be behind bars. Unfortunately, that goal seems a little hard to achieve right now. Ducking as a bullet pings off the top of teh car he's hiding behind, Gene yells at Sam* If backup take any longer we'll be lookin' like bloody Swiss Cheese before they find us! *sends a couple of shots blindly back in the directon of one of the men, trying to push him back* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 4 2015, 09:32 PM Post #2 |
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*Sam flinches as a bullet whistles past overhead, only barepy missing the damaged side mirror of the car he himself is hiding behind - too well in view, should these bastards decide to spread out. Glancing over at Gene, he yells back* Now's not the time for your boundless optimism, Hunt - we're good as done for, backup or not! *hesitates for one moment longer before jumping up and firing off a couple shots -- only, the second one mere clicks, and Sam drops back into a crouch, swearing vividly and starting to fumble for extra bullets in his pockets. Only, he can't remember he brought any...* *shouts desparately* I bloody well told you this was a bad idea!! |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 4 2015, 09:42 PM Post #3 |
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*Shouts back, angrily* Don't you bloody second-name me! In what universe is this my fault!? *fires off another shot before ducking back down behind the car quickly* I'm not the one trying to shoot you a new cakehole!! *Gene peeks over the top of the car, eyes wide and senses on high alert. Just there - one of the shooters is on the floor! He must have clipped him. Thank god! Though what Gene's missing is the movement in the corner fof his vision. One of the other men has managed to sneak around the side slightly, opening up a line of sight. Picking his target, the man holds the gun out, closes one eye and aims straight at Gene, gaze focussed on his head* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 4 2015, 09:50 PM Post #4 |
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*Sam is about to yell back, about how Gene always does it, how it's reckless and they need bullet-proof vests and special training and the assistance of RCS... Only, as he turns his head properly over to Gene, his gaze shifts and focuses on the man who's turned up to their side. With his gun aimed at... Gene. Within a milisecond, Sam realises what is going to happen. Realises that he can't reload his gun quickly enough. That Gene is going to-- Sam's eyes widen.* GENE!! *In the blink of an eye he's up and running, sprinting past Gene and towards the scumbag. This is not going to happen, he won't let it bloody happen!!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 4 2015, 10:03 PM Post #5 |
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*Gene's eyes widen in disbelief as Sam shouts his name and launches to his feet - what the!?!* TYLER..! *As Sam dives past him, Gene whips out his arm and tries to grab at him, pull him back behind cover. What does he think he's doing?! Then he sees it. The man who's right there, just a few metres away - gun aimed in his direction, muzzle pointed with the bullseye right between Gene's eyes. He goes cold as the realisation hits him. There's a blast, a flash, a bang - the gun fires, but Sam's between them both now, heading straight into the path of the bullet. Absolute panic shoots through Gene, just like he expects the bullet to - but there's nothing... And Sam's still there, still on his feet... Did he miss...?? He must have... Sam seems unhurt... But he's still heading right towards the danger. Too absorbed in Sam's plight to pay any attention to the other shooter hidden to the left, Gene drops onto his front and steadies his aim with his elbows on the ground, pointing his weapon at Sam and the bastard he's running at - if he can get a clean shot, he's taking that thug down...!* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 4 2015, 10:11 PM Post #6 |
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*There's a blast, and for a few seconds, Sam's world goes completely quiet. There's an impact to his abdomen, but it doesn't hurt, just makes him stumble and grit his teeth with annoyance; he regains his balance, keeps running. Adrenaline is making him run fast - though he isn't screaming now - is making him see the man's eyes widen with a stunning clarity. Sam launches himself forward, crashes into the man, both of them going down. Gene Gene Gene need to keep him safe. Sam fumbles for his cuffs, manages to keep the squirming bastard down, even manages to snap on the cuffs. He hisses into his ear* You're... you're nicked....! *Strange - as Sam speaks, he feels breathless, somehow - like there's pressure on his chest... but that doesn't matter, he needs to get back, needs to see whether Gene is alright...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 4 2015, 10:38 PM Post #7 |
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*Sam goes crashing into the bloke, and Gene realises that even if he manages to cuff him, he's going to need assistance. Time to turn his attention back to the last remaining shooter. Heart thumping in his chest, Gene swings his arms back over the top of the car and aims. A bullet smashes the car window just to his lower-right, but it doesn't deter him - he needs to get to Sam and help him, and he can't do that if they're still being shot at. He zeros in, aims, takes a breath, shoots. There's a sound, a shout, and Gene knows he's managed it. He breathes a sigh of relief, sinking down behind the car. They're safe. But he still has to help Sam with the other man. Tiredly and coming down off an adrenaline high, Gene tucks his gun into his waistband and pushes himself up, jogging over towards Sam* Oi... Speedy Gonzales... You alright? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 4 2015, 10:43 PM Post #8 |
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*His hearing still weirdly muted, Sam rolls off the man, then pushes himself up on his elbows. This as well is harder than he initially thought, but Sam still manages yo lever himself up, first into a crouch and then standing, feeling somewhat unsteady on his feet. There's a strange sensation all over his body... but Sam can't place it, and anyway, he can hear Gene's voice, he needs to make sure he's okay... Words, those are words Gene is speaking. Sam processes them, blinks, and turns around to face Gene.* Guv, I... *why is speaking so hard...?* I got 'im... |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 4 2015, 11:21 PM Post #9 |
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*Gene watches Sam stand up with relief. Looks like his partner managed alright on his own after all.* Yeah, you were a right bloody superman, there....! *Though as Sam turns around, Gene catches the pallor of his face, the slight dazed look to his face... What... Then, Gene's eyes roam downwards. To the small red stain on Sam's shirt. The small res stain that's quickly becoming rather a large red stain.... Gene goes cold all over again. Voice shaky and frightened suddenly* Sam... What's....?? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 4 2015, 11:27 PM Post #10 |
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*Sam blinks again - his vision is sharp and yet strangely out of focus at the same time, what's up with that? -something about Gene's voice making him pay attention, particularly to that sensation which is slowly grown more uncomfortable. He realises that Gene isn't looking at his face anymore, that he's looking down... down.... Sam looks down himself. Sees the red down his shirt. Red? Is that... oh.* Oh. *Sam looks up, at Gene, somewhat surprised. How had he not noticed that? He takes a step forward-- and his knees give out, just like that.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 4 2015, 11:40 PM Post #11 |
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*Gene's world grinds to a halt as he sees Sam fall. It's like someone's slowed down time, his partners knees giving up and his body starting the decent towards the ground. Mortified, Gene lurches forward, grabbing onto Sam with both hands. Together they drop to the floor and leans in a heap, Gene trying to cushion his partners fall as much as he can. Then, breathlessly, Gene hefts Sam into his arms properly and pulls the jacket aside to try and get a look.* Okay... Okay... Keep still, Sam, don't move.... Let's get a look at this... |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 4 2015, 11:48 PM Post #12 |
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*There is nothing but confusion for a moment, and then Sam finds himself in Gene's arms. He gasps, gives a startled cough, his eyes wide, heart pounding deafeningly in his ears. This wasn't supposed to happen... how...? With every moment that passes, the adrenaline wears off further, sharpening Sam's awareness of the-- the pain, somewhere low on his abdomen... his stomach, in fact, as Gene will discover. The bullet hole is on the side, to the left of Sam's belly button, the blood spreading from it already having stained a large portion of Sam's shirt and his trousers.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 5 2015, 12:00 AM Post #13 |
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*shit shit shit... It's right in Sam's gut... He needs to stop the bleeding, he needs to get help! With a quivering hand, Gene presses down firmly on the wound, grimacing at the warm, wet feeling on his skin as he does. For Sam though, he tries to keep his voice calm and collected* Sam, listen to me... I need to you stay awake and keep yer eyes on me, okay? Keep them peepers on my handsome mug and don't let 'em close. Okay? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 5 2015, 12:06 AM Post #14 |
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*Sam flinches at the sudden pressure to his gut - even more of it, it feels like something massive is pressing down on him, making it hard to breathe - but his eyes seek out Gene's face, and he tries to keep focused, like Gene is telling him to, only suddenly that seems incredibly hard to accomplish.* G-Gene, I-- *breaks off with a grimace, trying to turn his head away - he's spiralling down into massive discomfort, shouldn't he be feeling pain? At any rate, he needs to get away from all that...!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 5 2015, 12:11 AM Post #15 |
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*grits his teeth, looking up and towards the direction the rest of his team are in - the shooting's stopped from in their direction, too - they sound come over here in a minute - they should report to Gene, that was their order... Distracted, Gene looks down at Sam again, holding the wound down firmly. If Sam wants to talk, Gene'll let him. Anything to keep him awake and focused.... * |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 5 2015, 12:18 AM Post #16 |
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*Sam coughs again, tries to breathe deeply, but it comes out raspy and laboured. So much pressure, he wants to reach up to swat away Gene's arm, but he finds himself lacking the strength to even raise his hand.* I-- *inhales, ends up coughing, and the next inhalation is accompanied by a shiver. Shock, this must be shock, and Sam almost laughs because yes, this turn of events is shocking. He grimaces instead, a reaction to the pounding coming from both his heart and the spot Gene is pressing down on, trying again to breathe properly - and failing. The urge to cough keeps coming, it won't leave him alone. Sam's eyes close as he coughs once more, shuddering. He's losing something, fast, but what...?* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 5 2015, 10:34 AM Post #17 |
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*desperate now, Gene so wants to know what it is that Sam's trying to say. It must be important if he keeps trying like this... But not so important that he can let Sam waste energy. If he can't get the words out then he needs to rest... * Shhhh, don't worry about it, Sammy... You can tell me after. *looks over at the other side of the plant again. Nothing.* Keep your eyes open, okay? Someone's gonna come... And then we'll get you out of 'ere... |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 5 2015, 03:19 PM Post #18 |
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*Sam shakes his head in an attempt to clear the fog that's settling on his mind, his breath stuttering for a moment, coughs forcing their way out of his throat. And with them comes a drop of blood, slowly meandering down Sam's chin. Still - Gene is telling him to... to keep his eyes open. So Sam tries, tries his hardest, opens them as wide as he can. Not that it helps with how his vision is blurring, but at least he's following Gene's order... After a few moments, shouts come from the direction the rest of the team were in. "Guv?!" "Guv!!" "Boss, where are you?!"* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 5 2015, 08:57 PM Post #19 |
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*Gene stares in horror as the blood drips from his lips. If he's bleeding from his mouth.... Jesus....! Then Gene's heart almost stops. Voices. He turns his head and bellows at the top of his voice.* CALL A BLOODY AMBULANCE!! NOW!!! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 5 2015, 09:05 PM Post #20 |
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*There's a startled silence, and then a burst of activity as people scurry about, and soon enough there's the crackle of a radio being activated. "Guv, what--" That's Annie, having run over to them, finally locating them by following Gene's voice. She stops abruptly, eyes widening and face turning pale at the sight of Sam on the ground and Gene kneeling over him. However, she regains her composure quickly and starts speaking into the radio, giving clear and precise information about the situation and their whereabouts, her voice quavering ever so slightly. Sam, meanwhile, is still doing his best to breathe, to keep his eyes open, but it's becoming increasingly difficult. And on top of that....* *whispers* C-cold.... *shivers and coughs again, but he keeps his eyes open, keeps trying to focus on Gene, but he's going into shock now - a small part of his otherwise scattering mind is able to tell him that, tells him too that the creeping cold is due to the increasing bloodloss. Gene.... he needs to focus on him... somehow....!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 5 2015, 09:58 PM Post #21 |
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*Gene keeps his hands on Sam as Annie calls for the ambulance, but the stuttered whisper coming from Sam's lips... It scares him even more. He needs to keep Sam warm, stop him from going into shock....! Urgently, he hisses at Annit to get her attention* Carwright...! *keeping pressure on Sam's wound, Gene shrugs his shoulder and tries to get his coat off* Get this off me - we need to keep 'im warm...! *Annie acts immeditely, helping pull Gene's coat off of him and wrap it around Sam.* There we go... Sam, listen to me, okay? Ambulance is on its way, you're gonna be okay... |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 6 2015, 05:55 PM Post #22 |
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*There's motion around him, too many shapes moving around, jostling him too - it makes Sam want to close his eyes and shut it all out, despite Gene's order telling him to do the exact opposite. He turns his head away instead, but then a coughing fit makes him squeeze his eyes shut anyway, more blood dribbling down from his lips. It hurts, every burst of air, Sam can't help but grimace with the pain. This isn't good... between the pain and the cold (so cold, although something has enveloped him now, maybe that will help... ), he can feel himself slipping away. Gene, where is he...* G.... Gene........... *tries to hold back another cough* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 6 2015, 08:40 PM Post #23 |
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*under his breath* Shit.... Shit.... *looks up at Annie, fear in his eyes. Then, as soon as it was there, it's hidden. He hides it away as best he can, not wanting to stress Sam out any more.* Yeah, I'm 'ere, Sam.... |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 6 2015, 08:50 PM Post #24 |
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*Annie has knelt down by Sam's side by then as well, opposite Gene, one hand on Sam's shoulder. When she hears Gene mutter she looks up, catching that look of fear in his eyes - one she wholeheartedly understands, because right now, things aren't looking good. Sam blinks against a haze that is drawing in from the edges of his already blurred vision, a mass of black that is slowly growing bigger. Still, he turns his head to where he thinks Gene's voice came from, and there he is - a big brown blob, facial features discernable just so. Sam raises his hand, tries to reach for him, but he can't be certain as to how successful that is, seeing as he can't quite feel his limbs anymore... everything seems to be centering around his stomach and the pulsating pain there, radiating outwards and inwards. And yet, he needs to know...* A-are... are y-you o-- *coughs* o-okay-- *because if he couldn't keep Gene from being harmed, then what good did he do at all?* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 6 2015, 11:57 PM Post #25 |
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*with one hand holding Sam up and the other pressed firmly down on the wound, Gene can't grab onto Sam's hand as it raises a little. He wants to, but he can't...! Gene chokes in response to Sam's question, tears welling up in his eyes* Sam, I'm fine... You're a bloody idiot, but I'm fine... Just concentrate on yourself now, okay? Leave the worrying to me. *because that's what Gene's doing right now. And he'll be worried sick until that siren he's just starting to hear brings the ambulance info sight. Beyond then, even* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 7 2015, 06:54 AM Post #26 |
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*It takes Sam a few seconds to process Gene's words, but when he does, a smile twitches at the corners of his blood-stained lips - Gene's alright, he didn't get hurt...* Yes G-Guv.... *more coughing then, Sam scrunching up his eyes against the pain of it, the smile gone and replaced by a grimace of agony. He has to hold on, can't let go, but the darkness is approaching fast now, encroaching him, and suddenly it's hard to open his eyes again after the coughing fit subsides, leaving Sam gasping and choking. Annie has gotten up again, realising that she can't be of any more help here - she's heard the siren as well, though, and so she runs to the entrance of the factory, in order to lead the ambulance workes over immediately, once they arrive.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 7 2015, 07:12 PM Post #27 |
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*Gene turns his head as Annie up and launches off to flag down the ambulance, turning his attention back to Sam as soon as he realises what she's doing.* Hear that, Sam? The wagon's almost here, okay? Listen, you can hear it.... |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 8 2015, 07:02 AM Post #28 |
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*Sam can't hear it. He can barely make out Gene's words, and everything else is being drowned out by the sound of static in his ears, and for a moment he wonders if at the end of all this, he will find himself staring at a TV that's just been switched off. His eyes just won't open anymore, no matter how hard he tries. He can't see Gene anymore. Pain, there's just pain now, a blackness behind his eyes. It's choking him, making it harder and harder to breathe. He does still feel Gene's touch, though - the strong arm around his back, holding him, and the pressure to his stomach. Sam concentrates on that, it's the last thing he's properly aware of... he can't lose that, he mustn't...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 8 2015, 04:13 PM Post #29 |
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*Gene watches Sam's eyes close with a hint of alarm. This is... This can't be happening! Screeching tyres catch his attention as the ambulance comes hurtling round the corner and brakes just a few metres away... Thank god! Gene's already pushing himself up onto one knee as the driver gets out.* HEY! We need to get 'im in, quick!! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 8 2015, 04:21 PM Post #30 |
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*The drivers move as fast as they can, getting the stretcher out and rushing over to Gene, helping him lift Sam onto the stretcher and secure him. Sam can feel movements - he's being moved -- again he tries to open his eyes, to comprehend what's going on, but it's no use -- and then, to top it off, he suddenly isn't sure anymore whether Gene is still there. Sam grimaces, wanting to call out, but all that comes over his lips is a weak cough and more blood, even as he's loaded into the ambulance truck and one of the drivers drapes a blanket across him, dropping Gene's now stained coat to the side. All of that is happening within less than a minute, and Gene will need to hurry up in order to ride along with the ambulance, because now every second matters...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 9 2015, 10:53 AM Post #31 |
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*Gene shoots up as Sam is taken from him, scrambling to a standing position and hovering as Sam is carried into the ambulance. He rushes to claim the seat as Sam is strapped in, ensuring he's directly next to his deputy. The driver grabs at Gene's hand and places it firmly back over the gunshot, asserting in a firm voice, "press down here." Gene does so without question, concentrating on his task as the driver runs back round to the front of the vehicle and starts the engine.* 'Ey, Sam... See, you'll be fixed up in no time.... |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 9 2015, 10:52 PM Post #32 |
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*And the ambulance is off, driving at as high a speed as they possible can. Sam doesn't answer, though his eyes open just a slit - but his vision is blurred, he can't tell anything apart. It's all spiralling down, away from him, and he himself is being sucked away... Sam's eyes fall shut again and he coughs, head lolling to the side weakly.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 9 2015, 11:07 PM Post #33 |
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*Gene keeps his teeth gritted and his hands firmly pressed down on Sam's injury for the entire ride. The others can clear up the mess they've left behind - Gene just needs to concentrate on Sam right now. On the terrifying job of keeping Sam here, keeping him alive. The possibility that it might already be too late is too much to bear... Finally, the ambulance stops moving and the engine dies and Gene's already half on his feet, ready to help get Sam out of there.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 9 2015, 11:14 PM Post #34 |
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*By the time the ambulance stops, Sam has mostly slipped away into unconsciousness. He's breathing in quiet rasps, but they're coming out more erratically by the minute. No more conscious thoughts, not even about Gene. Sam is drifting, distantly aware of the fact that something is wrong, but unable to do anything about it. When the ambulance stops, the back door flies open mere seconds later, and the drivers start lifting Sam out, one of them already shouting for the doctors. From here on out, everything moves fast - Sam is rushed off into an emergency room, with little regard as to whether Gene is able to keep up or not.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 10 2015, 12:19 AM Post #35 |
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*Gene is caught suddenly in a rush of motion - doctors, the driver - all of them flooding in and grabbing onto Sam - some pulling the stretcher up, some lifting Sam's eyelids and shouting about responses, some taking Sam's wrist and counting a pulse... There's so much movement.... Feeling cold and slightly in shock, Gene stumbles after them, wanting to touch Sam, to hold his hand - but not daring to in case he hinders the doctors. Sam hadn't moved... Why hasn't he moved...?? Breathing heavily and feeling sick himself, Gene races alongside the mass of people as they head through the hospital doors* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 10 2015, 12:25 AM Post #36 |
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*All the hubbub is lost on Sam - he doesn't hear or feel any of it. No response, to anything. A weak, erratic pulse. Before long, the doctors rush Sam though another set of doors - one where Gene is held back, a nurse keeping him fromt entering. "There's nothing you can do now, sir - you'll have to wait outside," she says sternly, but not unkindly. "I'll get you a brew, you just sit yourself down."* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 10 2015, 12:31 AM Post #37 |
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*Gene, white-faced, ignores the doctor. He was offered tea... He's not been offered tea in this situation before... It must be bad. Really bad. He needs to see Sam... To tell him...!* I need to see 'im! *tries to make it past the doctor, eyes fixed on the stretcher being wheeled away* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 10 2015, 12:36 AM Post #38 |
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*"Sir, you can't!" The nurse firmly stays in his way, keeps Gene from getting past her. "This is an emergency, every second counts - you'd only be in the way. Please, just sit down, the doctors will do everything they possibly can to save your friend's life." She tries to push Gene back a little, to navigate him towards a row of seats against a wall. The stretcher is already out of sight by then.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 10 2015, 10:24 AM Post #39 |
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*Gene keeps pushing for a moment - trying to find a path around her that won't result in her on the floor. But then what she says sinks in. They need space. They need to save Sam's life.... Gene stops, tense and rigid. Sam was shot because of him. Because he was in danger. Breathing heavily, he stands there, eyes focused on the corridor before him* Will... Will 'e be alright....? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 10 2015, 11:04 AM Post #40 |
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*Her hand firmly planted on Gene's heaving chest, the nurse replies, "They'll do everything they can to ensure he is. You'll be the first to know of the result." She gives him another gentle shove. "Now, before you go and take a seat, you might want to wash your hands." She's referring to the blood on them, of course.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 10 2015, 08:52 PM Post #41 |
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*Gene looks down at his hands, confused - but then it hits him. His hands are caked in blood. Sam's blood. He wants to throw up. In a daze, he looks at the Nurse again before giving a small nod and moving off wordlessly. Somehow he must find a sink, because he eventually finds himself sat in the waiting room, damp hands gripping his knees hard and eyes staring blankly at the floor. All he can do is wait now.... wait for this hell to be over and to find out that Sam's okay. Or for a new level of hell to start.... But he can't think about that right now...* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 10 2015, 08:58 PM Post #42 |
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*The nurse keeps an eye on Gene, bringing him the tea she promised, setting it down on a table next to him when he doesn't even seem to acknowledge her existance. But she's expected that - it's a tough situation, having to wait for someone you care about to make it through an emergency surgery... It's about two hours later that finally, a doctor steps into the waiting room, looking somewhat exhausted. "Mr Hunt?" he says, keeping his voice down so as not to startle Gene too much.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 10 2015, 09:50 PM Post #43 |
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*For two hours, Gene sits and stares, feeling his insides churning around like liquid spiralling down a plughole. He's almost completely at his wits end by the time the doctor turns up and calls him. A spike of fear shoots through his heart, and in a second he's on his feet and staring wide eyed* Yes? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 10 2015, 09:54 PM Post #44 |
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*The doctor raises his hands placatively - it's so obvious that Gene has been going through an emotional hell these past two hours, and he's here to tell him... "Mr Tyler made it through the operation. We managed to extract the bullet and sew him back up again. However, he hasn't woken up yet, and he isn't likely to in the next few hours." He pauses, as though wondering whether he really should go on... but then he adds, "You can go and see him, if you like, but not for long. This was a grave injury, and Mr Tyler is very weak. He needs a lot of peace and quiet right now."* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 11 2015, 03:56 PM Post #45 |
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*Gene could drop to the floor upon hearing that. Sam's alive. He's alive. Blowing out a breath in relief, Gene takes a step towards the doctor, on edge still. He'll be on edge and stressed until he sees Sam awake and smiling. But he hasn't woken up yet.. * I want to see 'im... Take me to him? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 11 2015, 07:47 PM Post #46 |
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*"Of course... but just a few minutes." The doctor beckons for Gene to follow him, and leads him to a solitary ward. Carefully opening the door, he shows Gene inside. The room isn't quiet. There's a steady audibly swooshing sound, coming from the respirator next to Sam's bed, connected to him by a tube leading right down his trachea. There also is the steady beeping from the heart monitor, and the less audible drip drip coming from the IV line hooked up to Sam's arm. He's pale. Sleeping. Covered by the blanket, the bandages around Sam's wound aren't visible. Quietly, the doctor says, "Ten minutes, tops."* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 11 2015, 09:30 PM Post #47 |
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*Gene's so eager to go into Sam's room.... But then when the time actually comes, he finds that he's scared to look in. He knows that Sam's unconscious still, but he's not quite prepared for the sight that presents him. The ventilator, the IV, the stark white sheets almost matching Sam's skin.... It looks surreal. And it hurts to look at. His voice almost a whisper and eyes locked onto Sam's slack face, Gene replies* ... Shut the door...? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 11 2015, 09:33 PM Post #48 |
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*The doctor hesitates for just a moment, and then nods. "Of course." Quietly, he exits the room and closes the door behind him, leaving Sam and Gene on their own.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 11 2015, 10:47 PM Post #49 |
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*Gene remains still until the door is shut, sealing them both away. And it feels wrong... Walking into a room and not having Sam greet him, even though he's right there. It feels lonely. Taking a deep breath to steel himself, Gene takes a few slow steps closer to Sam, still staring at the pallor of his skin and the machine whooshing away next to him in horror. His voice is thin and laced with worry as he rasps out,* Hey, Sammy Boy... *slowly sits down next to his bed, very aware of how little time he has, but at the same time not knowing what to say. This is all because of him. Sam saved him. If it wasn't Sam here hooked up to a breathing machine, it'd be Gene. Or he'd be in the morgue. Gene shudders. He's the Guv. He's supposed to be the one at the front, saving his colleagues, not the other way around... He sighs, taking Sam's hand and muttering brokenly* You stupid bastard... Should've been me.... *clutches Sam's hand a little tighter, bringing it up to his face and pressing his lips to it. This is a mess. A bloody great mess. And he only has 10 minutes.... * |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 11 2015, 10:57 PM Post #50 |
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*There is no reaction from Sam, not even a twitch of his eyelid. Nothing. Just the steady beeping and swooshing. Ten minutes later, there's a gentle knock from the door before it opens, revealing the doctor from before. "Sir, I'm afraid your time is up... I'll have to ask you to leave."* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 11 2015, 11:56 PM Post #51 |
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*Gene still has Sam's hand in his when the doctor knocks, and with a heavy heart he reluctantly lowers Sam's hand down to the bed again. He doesn't want to let go...but he can't risk not being allowed back. Hearing the door open, Gene doesn't move. He wants to stay by Sam's side as long as possible... Just in case he knows he's there.* How long will 'e take to wake up? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 12 2015, 09:42 AM Post #52 |
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*The doctor shakes his head. "There's no telling, I'm afraid. Best case scenario, he'll wake up after a good night's rest. But it could just as well take several days." He hesitates for a moment, then adds, "I'm sorry. Wish I could give you a better answer..."* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 12 2015, 11:22 AM Post #53 |
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*several days... Gene can't wait several days... He needs Sam here and now. He needs to tell him how stupid and heroic and brave he was. He needs to see Sam wake up and smile so he can give him a telling off, or a kiss, or anything! He grits his teeth, worry gnawing at his insides* But when he does he'll be okay? Everything's sewn up and back to how it was? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 12 2015, 02:51 PM Post #54 |
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*The doctor takes a breath - obviously, this man cares a lot about his patient... "If there are no complications during the next 24 hours, then yes. Everything should heal up. The only thing different will be a small scar." He holds his thumb and index finger apart about an inch to indicate the size of it." |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 12 2015, 11:17 PM Post #55 |
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*Gene nods, relieved. A small scar and that's it... No lasting internal damage. Jesus, that's good. And yet he still doesn't want to leave. Sam's only here because of him. He has a duty to stay by his side, at least - but it doesn't look like he'll be allowed...* Right. ............. I can't come see 'im again tonight? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 12 2015, 11:21 PM Post #56 |
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*The doctor shakes his head at this. "I'm afraid not. Mr Tyler is in a critical state still, and we can't allow any more disruption than necessary... even if it's just peoplw coming and going. I'm sorry." With this, he steps to the side, gesturing to the door. "Now, if we could please continue this outside..."* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 13 2015, 12:43 AM Post #57 |
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*Gene isn't going to win this one. The last person he wants to piss off is Sam's doctor, too. So with a heavy sigh and one last forlorn look at Sam, Gene stands and makes his way past the doctor and through the door.* When are visiting hours, then? I can come back then, surely? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 13 2015, 07:44 AM Post #58 |
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*Closing the door carefully behind them, the doctor replies, "Of course. Afternoon, 2-5 o'clock. You should be able to stay longer as well - it is today and the coming night that are crucial. If there are no incidents, it means Mr Tyler will be on the mend beyond doubt." He gives Gene a small smile to encourage him. "The chances are slim, but he might even be awake by the time you come back."* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 13 2015, 11:41 AM Post #59 |
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*God, he hopes that's the case. Seeing Sam lying there unconscious with that tube down his throat... it isn't natural.* Okay. Listen, anything happens you've got my number on file. You call me, any developments at all. Alright? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 13 2015, 11:43 AM Post #60 |
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*The man nods without hesitation. "Of course. Mr Hunt, correct?"* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 13 2015, 11:50 AM Post #61 |
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*nods* That's it. *shrugs at Sam's door, feeling as though he has to explain.* He's my DI, and... and a very dear friend. He's my responsibility. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 13 2015, 12:05 PM Post #62 |
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*The doctor nods again. That much was obvious... There is an obvious bond between those two men. "We'll take good care of him."* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 14 2015, 12:53 AM Post #63 |
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*Gene nods once. He has the doctor's word. Sam will be okay. He WILL.* Thank you, doctor. *and then Gene turns away, heading reluctantly out of the corridor and towards a guilt-ridden, anxious night of disturbed sleep in his empty house. It's odd thinking that Sam really hasn't been awake since the ambulance ride. At least he can't feel any pain... But Gene would much rather Sam be there to moan and complain than not awake at all. The next morning it takes everything Gene has not to go straight over to see Sam - he isn't allowed, he has to wait. So instead he goes to the station and begins to process and organise interviews for the men they caught yesterday. Time drags on, but finally it's time. Gene announces where he's going and gathers messages from the team for him (if he's awake). And then, worry bubbling in his stomach, he heads to the hospital and slowly approaches Sam's room. He's scared to see what he'll find inside.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 14 2015, 08:47 AM Post #64 |
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*Not much has changed since the day before. The machines are still there, whirring and whooshing and beeping away, helping Sam stay alive. Sam himself is still out cold - it can't really be called sleep. No, a better word for the state he's in would be comatose. No one else is in the room when Gene enters.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 14 2015, 12:27 PM Post #65 |
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*When Gene enters the room, he's met with a crushing sight. He'd known Sam might still be the same when he visited today, but.... He'd hoped... He takes a deep, anguished breath and trudges over to the seat beside Sam's bed, dropping into it with a heavy heart. He'll sit with Sam until they kick him out. Even if Sam's asleep, he might still sense Gene's presence, maybe. Probably not, but he needs to cling to that hope. The next day is the same - Sam's still unconscious, and that sends Gene's stomach churning even further. The doctor says that they must be patient, but god...! Sam hasn't even stirred! At his wits end, Gene returns home and then comes back the next day. Today has to be different. it has to. Heart in his mouth, Gene opens Sam's door* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 14 2015, 12:30 PM Post #66 |
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*When Gene comes in that day, there is one difference: The tracheal tube has been removed. Sam is breathing on his own. Apart from that, for the moment, he is still asleep.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 14 2015, 08:13 PM Post #67 |
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*Gene's eyes widen at the sight before him - Sam's tube is out. It's out! But he's still pale and still... What's going on? Frowning and trying not to hope too hard, Gene slowly approaches Sam's bed and whispers* .... Sam? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 14 2015, 08:16 PM Post #68 |
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*There is no reaction from Sam... not yet. However, with the doctors having started to lower the doses of painkillers he's receiving, Sam's mind isn't as completely submerged as it has been during the last few days. There is a chance that, should Gene keep talking, Sam will wake up... Already, the presence of another person in the room is making something within him stir, is making awareness resurface.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 15 2015, 12:48 AM Post #69 |
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*Nothing. How can be not even stir? He's been asleep for so long, and the tube's out...! Sam should be here now, he should be awake...! Disappointment and worry knawing at him, Gene sits down on the bedside chair. If he's in for another afternoon of talking to Sam and getting no response, he doesn't think he'll manage it. What he'd give to see those eyes open... He sighs.* Still sleeping, then. You've had enough beauty sleep to turn you into Miss Manchester. *tries to smile, but doesn't quite make it* I need you to wake up, Sam. Can't do this on my own. Not now. Not while you're lyin' here like this... |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 15 2015, 09:58 AM Post #70 |
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*Still no discernable reaction, but Sam can hear Gene. He can hear him, the voice pulling at him in the dark place he finds himself floating. It's a strange feeling, to become aware of himself after being "gone" for such a long time... Just a little bit more, and he'll be able to break through the cloudy black that's keeping him enveloped for now...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 15 2015, 07:49 PM Post #71 |
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*Gene waits for a sign - a blink, a twitch, a sigh, anything.... But there's nothing. He takes a deep breath, taking Sam's hand in his and squeezing it, speaking quietly* ..... You... can't stay like this... *strokes his thumb across the back of Sam's hand, dropping his head down and sighing.* ... I need you, Sam. Don't do this... |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 15 2015, 08:03 PM Post #72 |
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*When Gene takes Sam's hand in his... this is the moment Sam is pulled out of his comatose sleep for good. As Gene strokes the back of Sam's hand, Sam slowly surfaces, starting to take in all the sensations rushing at him - Gene's voice, the touch to his hand, but also the beeping of the heart monitor (slightly increasing in speed now), a general... fuzziness, and most of all... confusion. Sam inhales, more consciously and deeply than before, and then squeezes his eyes shut a little tighter. What... what happened to him...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 15 2015, 09:43 PM Post #73 |
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*In the complete silence in the room Gene picks up that small sound. That small deeper inhale. That was... Was that...? Gene's head whips up, gaze focussed completely on Sam's face, watching for anything, a twitch, a sign...* Sam...? *frozen, Gene watches with wide eyes and waits* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 15 2015, 09:53 PM Post #74 |
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*In Gene's hand, Sam's fingers start to curl a little, starting to actually get a grip on it. His closed eyelids blink once, twice, face contorting slightly with discomfort. It's too many sensations at once, and along with that, through the haze created by the painkillers, some distorted memories are starting to surface... Something happened, something bad. But what? Sam takes another deep breath, not yet opening his eyes.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 16 2015, 01:06 AM Post #75 |
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*!!!* Sam!! Oh jesus... *Gene's heart leaps into his mouth as he sees Sam's chest rise further than it did before, his fingers squeezing Sam's curled ones. He's waking up! It's happening! Gene leans in close to Sam, his free hand stroking Sam's forehead encouragingly* Come on , come on... Open those eyes for me, eh? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 16 2015, 09:43 AM Post #76 |
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*A voice - he knows that voice-- Gene. Sam opens his eyes, slowly. Can't see a thing, just blurred blobs, and the light hurts his eyes, so he squints, frowning, then closes his eyes tightly again with an uncomfortable little hum before giving it another go, just as slowly as before. He still can't really see, but at least this time, his eyes remain open, and he blinks up at the blob over him, only now becoming aware of the hand to his forehead, stroking soothingly. Sam blinks again, trying to focus. He'd heard Gene's voice, but he'd thought it a dream... so does this mean...?* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 17 2015, 12:35 AM Post #77 |
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*Gene could cry with happiness and relief as he finally sees the one thing he's been hoping for. Those beautiful deep brown eyes, blinking up at his sleepily. An unrestricted grin spreads over Gene's face, his relief far too great to hold it back.* That's it... That's it, take it easy, Dorothy. You're in 'ospital, but you're fine, you hear me? You're okay...! *breaks, a relieved huff of air leaving him as he hangs his head, that grin still plastered there* Jesus, you don't even know how bloody happy that makes me...! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 17 2015, 08:28 AM Post #78 |
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*Finally, Sam is starting to make out the words Gene is saying, all the while doing his best to focus - and finally, there it is... he can see Gene's face. The grin on it. You're okay. Sam blinks again, a little confused. He feels rested, but at the same time he feels tired still as well... is that the definition of "okay", now? In hospital... That makes sense in a way that leaves Sam even more confused. And Gene looks so happy. He'll have to ask him what happened... So Sam opens his mouth to speak, but that very moment, he becomes aware of just how horribly parched his throat feels, and so his words degenerate into a dry, helpless cough, eyes scrunched shut again.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 17 2015, 12:18 PM Post #79 |
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*coughing - of course, he's not used his throat in days... He needs water. Urgently, Gene turns to the jug on the bedside table and pours out a small amount into a glass. He then stands, scooping an arm under Sam's shoulders and trying to lift his head enough to be able to tip the glass to his lips* 'Ere, take it slow... Wet yet whistle before you talk, alright? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 17 2015, 12:42 PM Post #80 |
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*Sam is pliant in Gene's arms, mainly concentrating on keeping the coughing under control, because with every cough, there is a very uncomfortable twinge somewhere in his lower abdomen; it isn't quite pain, but Sam can do without it. When he feels the cool glass against his lips, Sam automatically lifts his head a little more and starts drinking, small gulps that do wonders not just to his throat, but his general sense of wellbeing. He drinks the glass empty, licking his lips afterwards and then finally, finally being able to really, entirely focus on Gene. The last time Sam saw him, he was worried. Scared. Sam blinks. There still are creases of worry on Gene's face, and he looks... exhausted. But there's still relief there, the remnants of the grin from before. So it's okay now. Sam swallows, then he tries to smile, his lips twitching faintly at the corners.* ... hiya. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 17 2015, 06:31 PM Post #81 |
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*Gene's grin returns as he hears the greeting.* Welcome to the land of the living...! *moves one hand up to hold Sam's face, fingers cupping his cheek and thumb stroking softly. He'd closed the door behind him, so Gene knows nobody can see.* You an' me need to have a chat about bullets and how to NOT fling yerself in front of them! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 17 2015, 06:39 PM Post #82 |
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*Gene's gently touch, the stroking, it's doing a good job of chasing away at least some of the drug haze that is settled on Sam's mind, and he closes his eyes for a moment, leaning into the touch. Gene's words though... Sam's eyes open half-way, and he stares off into the distance for a moment. Bullets? The word starts bringing memories back, and a few moments later he remembers - fractured pictures, stills, as though what happened was just a bad film. It wasn't though, was it. Sam looks up at Gene again, his expression now solemn, and his voice quiet as he speaks.* 'E was gonna kill you. *It's all the reason Sam needed to do something like that, even if it was the height of stupidity. Sam doesn't regret it.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 18 2015, 12:08 AM Post #83 |
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*ahh, yes. Gene's eyebrows drop into a frown as he remembers. He can see that moment, the muzzle of the gun pointed his way, Sam running--! * *speaks softly, eyes gazing off unfocused.* He could have killed you. *and that's what scares him more than anything, now. That Sam could have died, and to save Gene's skin.* And it would've been my bloody fault... |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 18 2015, 10:32 AM Post #84 |
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*Sam opens his mouth, although for a moment he doesn't know what to say. Gene is right, of course... But at the same time... * No... T'was my decision. *Sam's eyes droop slightly - he's still tired, still too much under the influence of the painkillers, but he wants to stay awake for a little bit longer... He doesn't know yet how long he's been asleep, but from what he can tell from Gene's reaction, it must've been quite a while... Sam reaches up, trying to cup his hand to Gene's cheek, but his aim is slightly off and so he ends up stroking his fingers through Gene's hair instead - but that's okay. He just needs to touch Gene... * He didn't hit you... Right? You're okay? |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 18 2015, 01:14 PM Post #85 |
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*seeing that Sam's trying to reach up towards his hair, Gene gently takes his wrist and holds it, supporting his partners arm - he knows that Sam must be tired, but he can't bring himself to deny Sam the contact that he clearly needs. And in truth, Gene needs the contact too. He's been days now without Sam's touch, and to feel him moving, warm and alive... It's as good as a miracle.* He didn't get a chance to hit me, you lunatic. *kisses at Sam's wrist, still holding his hand up to his hair* You threw yourself right in there like a kamikaze ballerina! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 18 2015, 03:07 PM Post #86 |
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*Sam actually grins at this, even laughs a little - but he has to stop that quickly, feeling his abdomen cramp up uncomfortably, an odd... pulling sensation somewhere in his gut. He grimaces slightly, turning his head away a little, his hand in Gene's twitching. That... that would be his wound then... Sam exhales a little shakily, trying to recover. Still, as unpleasant as that was (or still is), he can't help a wry smile as he glances up at Gene again.* Don't make me laugh... please. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 18 2015, 09:30 PM Post #87 |
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*Gene's smile falters a little as he sees Sam grimace. Sam isn't quite as healed as he'd hoped, then.* Alright...I'll keep my comedy genius to myself for now, then. *serious now, Gene strokes his thumb over the back of Sam's hand gently.* How're you feeling, anyway? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 18 2015, 09:40 PM Post #88 |
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*Sam answers without hesitation. * Tired. *a pause, and then he adds * But... I'm alright. I'll be alright. *makes the effort to entwine his fingers properly with Gene's, squeezing slightly. * Give me another day or two an' we can 'ave a punch up over who acted more stupid back there. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 18 2015, 10:51 PM Post #89 |
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*squeezes Sam's hand right back, a smile twitching at the edges of his mouth. It'll take a lot more than a few days for Sam to be back in fighting condition... But he'll let Sam have this moment of optimism. The other comment he can't let go, though!* I wasn't the one who practically got shot on purpose. Think the stupid award is all yours! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 18 2015, 10:59 PM Post #90 |
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*Sam lets out a small sort at this, an eyebrow raised. * Not getting into this right now. Brain's too slow. *Sam hesitates for a moment them - a question has just surfaced in his mind... One Gene practically answered with his behaviour... But still, Sam needs to know.* How long was I....? |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 19 2015, 12:47 AM Post #91 |
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Few days... Y'were supposed to wake up the day after. *frowns, thinking back. Is he on day four now? Or day three...? His own time frame has been messed up, too.* Think it's day four now. *and then, just to make sure Sam knows... * Been comin' in every day. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 19 2015, 09:05 AM Post #92 |
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*Sam takes in this information, remaining silent for a few moments. Several days.... That certainly explains Gene's behaviour... Sam's chest tightens a little. He seems to have a predisposition for comas.... And he never meant to worry Gene like this. Then again, he never meant to get shot either... But that last thing Gene said... It makes Sam smile, shooing away all the other, darker thoughts.* I know. *He smiles up at Gene * And I'm back now. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 19 2015, 08:04 PM Post #93 |
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*nods, letting his tension out in a grateful sigh* Yeah, you are. Good thing, too. If you'd copped it I'd have had to have kicked your arse! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 19 2015, 08:33 PM Post #94 |
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*cant help a grin* Y'know, I actually believe you. *pauses, then adds* I won't die, though. Not like this. *That would just... be the biggest massive waste of his life, in every sense.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 19 2015, 08:54 PM Post #95 |
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*squeezes Sam's hand, finally putting it back down on the bed - he doesn't want to cramp up Sam's arm, after all.* Good. Remember that next time you feel like diving in front of any projectiles. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 19 2015, 08:58 PM Post #96 |
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Gladys
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*still smiling* Okay. *and at this point, Sam can't suppress a yawn anymore, opening his mouth wide, feeling too tired to actually raise a hand to cover it... He'd felt sleepy to begin with, but now the weight on his eyelids is becoming overpowering. Sam closes his mouth again, blinking sleepily a few times.* ... could you stay just... just a bit longer... *he doesn't want to keep Gene any longer than necessary... but... truth be told, even without Gene telling him, he knew that he'd been there every day. It feels like he remembers Gene talking to him... maybe that's just his imagination, but he knows that the thought of Gene staying until Sam's fallen asleep, makes Sam feel relaxed. Happy. Safe.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 20 2015, 01:21 PM Post #97 |
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*Sam's exhausted, Gene can tell. And of course he is. Even though he's been sleeping for days, Sam's body's been hard at work, healing the damage that was done. Of course he needs to sleep. Hand still covering Sam's Gene smiles softly, hoping to soothe him.* 'Course. I'll stay 'til they boot me out, you know that. *strokes his thumb over Sam's skin reassuringly* You go back to sleep if you want. Just make sure y'wake up sooner this time! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 20 2015, 01:42 PM Post #98 |
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*Sam's smile widens a little, and he even huffs out a small laugh, his eyes closing... but then he cracks them open again, just a little.* Mhmm... will do. Promise. *And that's it, he needs to sleep now, his body demands it from him. Sam's eyes fall shut again and he takes a deep breath, until he feels that little twinge in his stomach, before exhaling slowly. Gene promised to stay... so Sam is going to keep his own promise and get better as fast as he can. Gene needs someone to tell him when he's on the wrong track, after all... and if not Sam's not there to do that, who else will? Sam smiles to himself. Can't leave that one to his own devices, can he.* |
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