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| Down the Rabbithole; Luck isn't on Sam's side! | |
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| Topic Started: Jul 17 2013, 11:24 PM (994 Views) | |
| Gene Hunt | Jul 17 2013, 11:24 PM Post #1 |
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*Gene's worried. Sam's been gone a hell of a long time. A HELL of a long time. And he missed his check-in time by radio. If it'd been Chris of Ray, Gene wouldn't be quite so anxious... But Sam, the little picky pain - he never misses a check-in. Gene knew he was only half an hour late radoing in - probably too early to sound the alarm and call out the search teams, but he knows Sam well enough, and he'd definitely not have fallen asleep or something. And, several hours later and with several officers deployed to other locations searching for his missing DI, Gene finds himself ankle-deep in thick, wet mud. It's tipping it down outside, and the only light he has comes from a small torch gripped in one sodden hand. Sam's fine, he tells himself. This feeling of dread gnawing away at his stomach is nothing. Unneeded. Because Sam is fine. If he keeps telling himself that enough times maybe it'll make it true. The space is wide and empty, save for a few half collapsed sheds, sunken into the mud around him. This whole area's meant to be cordoned off - abandoned due to open mine shafts and dangerous conditions. He shouldn't be out here alone... But his gut's telling him this is where he needs to be. It's a bit of a longshot - only connected to the case by chance, so far.... But..... Summoning his energy once again, Gene squelches forward another step, squinting in the darkness* SAM?? |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 2 2013, 11:55 AM Post #101 |
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It won't, it won't... Promise. *keeps hanging onto Sam's hand, holding it away from the pole* I promise, alright? *slowly lowers Sam's hand, pressing it against the Cortina's seat* Now just hold that there a sec... *turns quickly and jogs round to the car boot, yanking it open and pulling out the itchy blanket lying there. Not bothering to shut the boot yet, Gene rushes back to Sam, holding the blanket open* *leans back in over Sam, looking at him worriedly* Time to warm you up, I think... |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 2 2013, 12:02 PM Post #102 |
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*Sam's first impulse is to protest, because there is no way he's going to be alright if the pole stays where it is for even one more second -- but then, Gene says he promises. He promises. So when Gene disappears for a second to get the blanket, Sam doesn't move, keeps his hand where it is, concentrating on the sounds of the car boot opening, and the splashing when Gene comes back. It takes all his will power not to reach up again, and to resist the urge Sam's fingers claw into the seat of the Cortina, as if he means to keep it stuck in place like that. Strangely, he doesn't even really feel the cold anymore, even though he's still trembling. His eyes are now closed against the light coming from the car's ceiling, for even though it is dim, it's too much for Sam's eyes and head. The light will probably be strong enough though for Gene to notice just how pale Sam is...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 2 2013, 12:17 PM Post #103 |
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*Sam isn't responding... Damn. And he looks horribly pale, especially with those smudges of mud on his face... Swallowing against his worry, Gene leans further over and lays the blanket over Sam, carefully avoiding the injured shoulder. He pulls it right up to Sam's chin, tucking it in as best he can, hoping to contain some heat and get some of Sam's colour back. Then, casting an eye over where Sam's free arm lays, Gene pulls the blanket over it and tucks that in, too - pinning it to Sam's side. He feels mean for doing it, but if Sam's going to try and pull that pole out, he needs to take some action. If Sam pulls it out now, he'll bleed out for sure... * Okay. Sammy, you gonna open them peepers for me? *places a muddy hand on Sam's cheek, tapping at him with his thumb. He needs Sam to open his eyes.... Right now would be nice..... * |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 2 2013, 12:23 PM Post #104 |
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*inhales sharply as the blanket touches him, but doesn't protest as Gene tucks him in, not even as he dimly realizes that his good arm has become pretty much immobile. What little strength he had left is fading quickly, and Sam just wants to sleep... Even the hand - burning hot against his cheek - isn't enough to rouse him immediately, and so it takes a few seconds before Sam cracks his eyes open the tiniest bit, blinking up at Gene, and then screwing them shut again against the light* *mumbling, his lips numb* 's... too bright... |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 2 2013, 12:45 PM Post #105 |
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The light'll go out when I shut the door, alright, Gladys? *taps Sam's face a little harder* Just need you to keep those beady little eyes open a little longer. *tucks the blanket in again around Sam, making sure it's tight enough to contain warmth, then rushes around shutting all the doors and sliding into the drivers seat* *turns the heat up to full blast, the sound of the heaters roaring out of the vents suddenly* *calls back* Alright! Here we go.... You gonna keep talkin' to me, Gladys? |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 2 2013, 12:52 PM Post #106 |
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*grimaces as Gene taps his face, but nods all the same* R-right.... *and indeed, the lights go out as soon as Gene shuts the last door, and then there's a blast of what Sam manages to identify as hot air all around him, and he shifts slightly - it's hard to breathe with the vents turned up to full blast...* 'm fine, 'm fine... *blinks up at the ceiling, clinging to the promise Gene has give him - it'll be over soon... just a little longer...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 2 2013, 01:04 PM Post #107 |
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Good good. Just remember to keep them lips flapping. Believe it or not I'd much rather hear that than the shit on the radio. *puts his foot down slowly, edging off as smoothly as he can. The wet mud is thankfully a lot more level than the cobblestones of the streets, and they'll be on the tarmac soon.* What do you think, we should arrest the bastard who owns that stinkin' mine plant, eh? It's a bleeding hazard. *keep Sam talking, that's it. Keep him talking. * |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 2 2013, 03:10 PM Post #108 |
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*Sam shifts uncomfortably - the space on the back seats is so confined, with his injuries it's impossibly to find a remotely comfortable position to lie in. Just then, his broken leg decides to make its presence known, and Sam screws his eyes shut with a hiss that probably gets completely drowned out by the heating.* *panting slightly* ... w-we can... get 'im f-for... manslaughter... *the image of the dead man in the hole flashes through his mind, and he groans* ... Oh g-god I killed him... *it's not only the corpse he thinks of, it's also the man he shot down right at the beginning of the brawl...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 2 2013, 03:22 PM Post #109 |
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*Gene throws a disbelieving look over his shoulder, fixing his eyes on Sam. For a moment, he thinks Sam's talking about himself - in case he doesn't make it. But then he sees what Sam means.* I'll get 'im for more than that, believe you me. *turns back to look at where he's going, headlights blazing in the dark* Wait, you killed who? That stiff in the ditch? Looked like it was the drop and the floor that killed 'im, not you.... |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 2 2013, 04:36 PM Post #110 |
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*shifting some more, trying to fight off the mental images* Y-yes... no... there... there were three of... of them, wh-when I f-found 'em... sh-shot one d-down... f-fight broke out, where g-grappling... *Sam tries to open his eyes again, as Gene asked him to, but God it's so hard to do... He can feel the hot air all around him, but he feels neither particularly cold nor warm at the moment... in fact, he doesn't feel much apart from the ever-present pain... And even that is waning, and Sam thinks that this can't be good...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 2 2013, 04:56 PM Post #111 |
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*Sam's voice seems to be getting fainter.... That's not good.* Right... Well then, you did good. Did all you could. Was their fault for planning a massacre, not yours. You know that, right? *Looks behind his shoulder again, almost to reassure himself Sam's still there* We're almost there, Sam. Two more minutes... |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 2 2013, 05:08 PM Post #112 |
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*He can hear Gene talk, but he can't understand the words. Not good. Later on, Sam won't know whether he did it on purpose or not... but he twists, knocking his broken leg against the door, which sends a fresh spike of pain up his body. He's unable to suppress a groan, his back arching slightly. But it did the trick - he feels more alert again.* Just don't... don't knock a-anyone over... *his voice sounds properly strangled again now, but it also sounds less faint and drowsy than before* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 2 2013, 05:35 PM Post #113 |
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*Okay, that sounded painful..... But at least Sam's still talking. And that's good.* I'm not! Bloody hell, I have more skill than that, thanks! *biting his lip, Gene speeds up a bit once he hits the smoother tarmac, rounding the corner of the hospital* Okay. Okay. See that building up there? We're here, we're here.... See that, Sam? *pulls up slowly right outside the entrance, throwing nervous glances backwards as he does* |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 2 2013, 05:56 PM Post #114 |
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*Sam doesn't see, he doesn't even try to. Pain is now coursing through his body again, and it's all he can do not I go mad completely. It's enough, he's had enough... Why can't it just stop....! The only reply Gene gets is a weak groan as Sam turns his head the other direction in an attempt to somehow escape the pain. It would be easier to just give in to the darkness, but if there's one thing Sam knows, it's that he can't give up, not like this. * |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 2 2013, 07:39 PM Post #115 |
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*A groan. Nothing but a groan. Shit....* *breathes* God... *shouts to Sam* I'll go get someone... Stay... Stay here... *leaps out of the car, almost tripping, and legs it into the hospital, shouting threats and pleas at anyone he can find. Within seconds, a team with a stretcher are at the side of the Cortina, touching Sam anywhere that doesn't look broken, searching for a pulse, asking him to open his eyes, examining his pale skin. Within the small confines of the car, Gene can't hear or see properly, forcing himself to step back and let the professionals take over* Oi, be careful with 'im! There's.... His leg's broken... And watch 'is shoulder... *tries to see in through the window, watching the doctors carefully begin to slide Sam out and onto the waiting stretcher* Just... He wants that thing out of 'im. You hear me? *catches a doctor by the arm* You need to get that thing out of 'im! |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 2 2013, 08:55 PM Post #116 |
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*groans again* Ge... Gene... *However, there is no answer... oh god. Gene is gone. He's gone. Panic rises in Sam's chest, threatening to choke him. Why did Gene leave him, why--?! He tries to open his eyes, but there's a light, blinding his sensitive eyes, sending him even further into panic* Gene--!! *and then, suddenly, there are hands all over him, prodding, feeling his wrist and his neck, moving him. Sam struggles feebly, his eyes still screwed shut, because none of them is Gene - although, he thinks he can hear him, somewhere, faintly... As the medics lift him out of the car and onto the stretcher, the doctor Gene has taken hold of tries to pull his arm from Gene's grip, saying, "Sir, we can't do anything before we haven't gotten him into surgery, so if you wouldn't mind...!" At just that moment, as a result of Sam's struggle and him being moved at the same time, the pole adjusts its position one more time, this time widening the wound. Sam gives a pained wail, going completely rigid - and then the entire team rush past Gene, transporting Sam as fast as they can, leaving the DCI behind. A few seconds later they are entirely out of sight, moving to an operating theatre.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 2 2013, 10:09 PM Post #117 |
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*Feeling distressed and helpless, Gene hovers as the doctors finally get Sam moved onto the stretcher. He wants to move forwards, to fuss and hold Sam's hand... To hold him and keep telling him he'll be okay... But he needs to stand back. Needs to let them fix him... But then Sam's sudden wail cuts through Gene like glass. A physical pain rips through his heart. How DARE they hurt Sam like that! How DARE they not be careful enough!? But he can't reach out to grab one of them and shake them - Sam's already gone. Gene takes his frustration out on the bins next to the hospital exit, kicking and punching until they're dented and misshapen. His knuckles are red and bruised, and his whole being is muddy and damp. But finally when he's exhausted himself, Gene trudges through to plonk himself down in the waiting room, leaving smudges of mud in his wake. All he can do is sit. And so he does. Waiting impatiently for someone to came and find him. To tell him Sam's out and okay. * |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 2 2013, 10:20 PM Post #118 |
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*Minutes go by. They turn into half an hour. An hour. Several hours. Finally, one of the doctors approaches Gene, looking tired - but not too tired to notice Gene's appearance. A look of concern and disapproval passes over his face before he clears his throat. "Sir. I understand it was you who brought..." He checks his clipboard for a moment. "... Mr Tyler in? Are you family?" |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 2 2013, 10:37 PM Post #119 |
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*Gene doesn't move for those hours, sat rigid and still on the chair, letting the mud dry and turn to powder and crack on his skin. He doesn't want to miss the doctor. He needs to know. Needs to know how it went. Needs to know how Sam is.... The doctor startles Gene out of his zombie like state several hours later, just when Gene's legs have begun to cramp up. He's on his feet in seconds, heart in his throat.* *without hesitation, firmly and with conviction* Yes. I'm family. Now you tell me you fixed 'im up all proper and lead me to 'im. That's how this works, right? |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 2 2013, 11:04 PM Post #120 |
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*The doctor raises his eyebrows. "Most certainly not. We can't have you contaminate the premises." He continues before Gene has a chance to go through the roof, "It was a close one, but Mr Tyler will pull through. However, he is very weak, due to moderate hypothermia combined with the blood loss. We managed to save his arm, and the leg should heal up nicely. However, I repeat, you cannot see him. Not just yet. Mr Tyler needs time for his immune system to recover." His gaze softens slightly."I suggest you go home and get a nice hot bath yourself, Mr... " The man trails off, looking at Gene questioningly * |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 2 2013, 11:10 PM Post #121 |
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*Oh no he didn't!* *steps up to the doctor, standing tall and intimidating in front of him* Hunt. DCI Hunt. And I want to see Sam Tyler. Now! Lickety-split! Is he awake?? *He needs to see him! Needs to see him without that... That 'thing' in his shoulder...! * |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 4 2013, 10:02 AM Post #122 |
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*The doctor takes a step back, startled by Gene's sudden menacing behaviour. "Sir, I--! I told you, you can't! You would be risking our patient's life if you did! He is currently unconscious still, it will be another few hours before he wakes up..." The man takes a deep breath, in an attempt to gather some courage. "Sir, I must ask you not to insist any further."* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 4 2013, 10:49 AM Post #123 |
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*Shit. Shit shit shit. He needs to see Sam. needs to. But if... If he might be endangering Sam by doing so... He brings one fist up almost as if to shake it to release some tension or to punch something, and then claspsit to his forehead instead, hissing through his teeth* Look.... I understand. I do. But I need to bloody see 'im. *forces himself not to lash out, speaking as levelly as he can* I don't have to touch 'im... I just need to... make sure he's alright. *frantically now, but still holding onto his rage by a thread* I just climbed down a soddin' ravine to pull 'im out, you hear me? My car's still outside, probably covered in bleedin' parking tickets! You can check if you don't believe me. *Clenches his fists once more, then slumps, feeling very much like he's losing the battle* |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 4 2013, 10:59 AM Post #124 |
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*The doctor, still wary, regards him silently for a few seconds, before breathing a sigh. "... alright, look, you did not hear this from me, or any of the staff, but there is a small chamber of sorts, with a basin, just down this corridor. It's unused, mostly, so someone--" he gives Gene a meaningful look there, "--could use it to dump any dirty stuff there, get oneself cleaned up slightly, of sorts. And you also didn't hear this from me, but I'll be with Mr Tyler, who's in ICU room 20, on the 2nd floor, in about 10 minutes again for a check up. One might catch a glance at the patient if one were to have the extraordinary timing and meet me there." After another very meaningful glance (he's obviously starting to enjoy this sort of secrecy), the doctor spins around and walks off, leaving Gene to contemplate all of this.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 4 2013, 11:14 AM Post #125 |
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*Gene's too grateful and relieved to take any real notice of the doctors little spy impression, and for a moment he just stares after the doctor, wide eyed. He can see Sam. Thank god. Okay... Okay, pull yourself together. Down this corridor, okay... It turns out Gene, however lanky and large he might be, can be very sneaky and light footed when he wants to be. And a few moments later he's sneaking into the washroom unseen. Quickly, Gene strips and splashes water over his face and hair, trying to wash the thick slime off himself. The water that washes down the plughole is almost completely brown. It's a quick job, since Gene knows he only has 10 minutes, and he has to do with putting his mucky, damp vest back on and covering it with an old shirt he finds stashed in one of the lockers there. There are also some green trousers he recognises as a surgeons uniform, but they're all he's got. So garbed in a mess of mismatched clothes, hair damp and sticking up, Gene rushes out of the room and towards the floor where Sam is. There are a few minutes of waiting around trying not to look suspicious, but before long Gene spots the doctor across the room and slinks over to him, looking as innocent as he can* Alright, doc? |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 4 2013, 11:29 AM Post #126 |
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*The doctor looks up when Gene approaches him. After casting a glance around, he eyes Gene up and down, before apparently deciding that this would do. "This way, please. " He shoves a bunch of towels into Gene's arms for the sake of disguise, before leading him down the hallway. They pass several rooms, most of them occupied, before the doctor stops in front of room 20." I'm afraid I cannot let you inside, " he mutters to Gene, "but you can have a look through the window. Mr Tyler will spend the night under constant monitoring. Depending on his state tomorrow, you might be able to visit him properly. But for now, just a glance. Understood?" Apparently the doctor isn't quite as intimidated any more as he was before. * |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 4 2013, 12:30 PM Post #127 |
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*Gene swallows anxiously. He wants to shout and demand, demand to be let in. Assert his authority. MAKE the doctor let him in and sit with Sam for a while. But the doctor's gotten him this far... And he can't put Sam in further danger. He has to be calm for the Sam's sake.* *quietly*... Alright. Just let me... I just want to see 'im. That's all I ask. |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 4 2013, 12:52 PM Post #128 |
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*The doctor nods once. "Alright then." He steps out of the way, intending to let Gene look before he himself goes inside to check up on Sam. Sam, who is lying in the bed, eyes closed, an oxygen mask obscuring half his face. All the mud, dirt and blood have been washed off him, leaving him looking unnaturally pale, the cuts and bruises from both the struggle with the thugs and the fall down the hole standing out starkly on his skin. His broken leg is in a plaster, his head is bandaged properly, and so is his shoulder. The pole which had been stuck in it is lying on a tray to the side of the bed, covered in blood - apparently the nurses haven't had the time yet to remove it from the room. Apart from Sam's face and a bit of his shoulders and the plastered leg, the rest of his body is obscured by a heavy blanket. The doctor speaks up again, "We found signs of a struggle - bruises on his upper body, definitely caused by a fist. There was a cracked rib as well. But... let me assure you, if the night passes well, Mr Tyler will pull through. I will see to that." He seems to have taken an odd sort of liking to Gene.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 4 2013, 01:01 PM Post #129 |
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*Gene pushes past the doctor as soon as he steps away, peering in through the window urgently. What he sees breaks his heart. He stares in shock for a few long moments in complete silence, letting his forehead rest against the glass and his palms press against it too. Sam looks so broken. So small and broken, it makes him feel sick. Gene's eyes don't leave Sam for a second as he replies faintly* Will.... D'you think he'll wake up tonight? |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 4 2013, 01:13 PM Post #130 |
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*The man hesitates for a moment before shaking his head. "I can't say for certain, but we don't expect him to." He hesitates again, before gingerly patting Gene's arm once. "If you'll excuse me now..." He reaches for the door handle and slips inside the room. Gene will see him read the chart at the end of Sam's bed, take notes of the machines' readings all around Sam, then check on all the bandages, scribbling on his pad once in a while. Finally, he leans down near Sam's face, apparently examining his head and shoulder more closely. Sam's good hand twitches once, lightly. The doctor pauses for a moment, then straightens back up again. A second later, he makes his way back out of the room, closing the door carefully behind him. "Mr--... DCI Hunt. Your first name doesn't happen to be... Gene?"* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 4 2013, 02:20 PM Post #131 |
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*Gene watches forlornly as the doctor heads into the room - into the space he's not allowed to follow, and touches Sam, checks him over, looks for things that're wrong... All the things Gene wishes he could do himself. He has to press his fingers hard against the glass to keep from punching at it angrily. But what.... What's the doctor doing...? Worried suddenly, Gene watches as the doctor approaches again. His question, though...* ..... Gene, yeah... W-why? |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 4 2013, 02:51 PM Post #132 |
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*The doctor regards him for a moment longer, before averting his gaze, looking back at Sam again. "... He's been calling your name. Just now, and when we rushed him in as well. In his sleep."* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 4 2013, 03:02 PM Post #133 |
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*That... That.... Gene has no words. He can feel his face start to heat up and tears prickle at the back of his eyes. He turns away from the doctor for a moment, taking a few deep breaths. He needs to compose himself. Sam's asking for him in his sleep. And all Gene wants is to be there for when he wakes up....* If... If 'e wakes up.... Could you give 'im something for me? |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 4 2013, 03:12 PM Post #134 |
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*The doctor interrupts gently, "When. You mean 'when'. And yes, naturally. What is it?"* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 4 2013, 03:28 PM Post #135 |
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*Gene swallows, meeting the doctors eyes and holding out a hand* D'you have a pen and paper? *shrugs with humourless amusement* 'Fraid I'm not exactly well equipped, this second.... |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 4 2013, 03:33 PM Post #136 |
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*"Oh." There's surprise clear as day on his face, but then the doctor pulls a pen from his coat, and after a bit of fiddling with his clip pad he produces a sheet of paper, handing it along with the clip board to Gene, to make it easier for him to write. "Here you go."* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 4 2013, 03:48 PM Post #137 |
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Taa. *Gene takes the pen and clipboard thankfully, turning away and taking a step back for that small amount of privacy. And then he leans against the wall and begins to write. He knows his time here is limited, do he doesn't have time to write an essay. And lets face it, if Sam wakes up tonight he's barely going to be lucid enough to read more than a handful of words. So after a quick moment of scribbling, Gene folds the piece of paper in half and hands it over, with the writing equipment. Written on the paper are the words: "You owe me one car wash. I'll be in to see you whenever the bastards declare me squeaky-clean enough. There's even mud in my ears. Chin up. Your Guv." Gene stares into the doctor's eyes as the paper leaves his hand.* You give his to 'im once he's awake. Okay? |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 4 2013, 04:44 PM Post #138 |
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*The man takes it from him without looking at it. "I will. You have my word." Then, the doctor grows stern again. "You should be on your way now, DCI Hunt. Come back tomorriw afternoon... Chances are good Mr Tyler will be awake by then."* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 4 2013, 07:24 PM Post #139 |
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*Gene nods as the doctor speaks. He knows he can't hang around here all day by the window - he'll just be thrown out sooner or later. And he's lucky to have even gotten this far. He turns a grateful look towards the doctor, looking straight into his eyes. If it hadn't been for this man's kindness, he'd not have seen Sam tonight. He'd have had to go to sleep tonight with the last image of Sam in his head being one involving blood and despair. But now, he knows Sam's out of surgery. And the doctor seems confident. That's the best he can hope for. He speaks with total conviction and feeling, raising an arm to rest his hand on the man's shoulder for a moment* Thank you. *gives him one last small nod, then removes his hand and turns to walk away. Suddenly exhausted, he finds himself weaving down the corridor like he's drunk, though he hasn't touched a drop. Someway along he must've picked up his dirty clothes, now dry and stiff with the mud. They're in his arms, anyway. He doesn't even bat an eyelid at the blood and the mud completely covering the back seats of the Cortina, too intent on getting home and sleeping so that tomorrow'll come more quickly. His sleep is disturbed and rough, though. He wakes several times, wondering if Sam's awake, too. Wondering if he woke up to find an empty room around him, or if the doctor did indeed give him his letter. Was it too unfeeling, what he wrote? He was going for uplifting, banter, normality. He hopes Sam gets some sense of comfort from it. The next morning, Gene leaves the house as soon as he's up and able. And before he knows it, he's stalking up the hospital steps and towards the front desk. He could march straight in and try his chances getting to Sam without being seen or stopped.... But he doesn't want to piss the staff off today - he needs to be allowed to see Sam. Needs to do this by the book.* Hi, luv... DI Sam Tyler - I was told I could see 'im today. Well, in the afternoon, but... There any way you could push that along a bit? *If not, he'll wait....* |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 4 2013, 07:42 PM Post #140 |
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*The doctor holds his gaze, though he seems somewhat surprised by how grateful Gene is now. However, it also seems to make him... happy. He nods back. "You're welcome." As Gene turns to walk away, the doctor himself disappears back into Sam's room, to take care of the bloodied pole... And to indeed leave the letter with Sam. When Gene appears at the front desk the next morning, he is lucky to encounter a young nurse, fairly new to her job, and apparently quite taken by how polite Gene is acting. "DI Sam Tyler?" she repeats, leafing through a large registry book, "Lessee here..." She has to search for a bit, since there seem to be many Tylers in the book, but finally her eyes light up. "Oh, there he is. Uhmm... Could I ask your name, sir?"* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 4 2013, 07:49 PM Post #141 |
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*Putting on his best charm offensive, Gene leans one elbow on the desk and tries not to appear too imtimidating* DCI Hunt, darlin'. 'Gene' to you. I'm his colleague, y'see... |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 4 2013, 07:54 PM Post #142 |
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*"Ohhhh." The young woman double-checks with the book, and then a smile shows on her face as she looks up to him. "That's good then. Only, Doctor Dale wrote somethin' 'ere, see? 'DCI Hunt permitted'. So that's alright then, sir. Just walk up the stairs, second floor, room number 20."* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 4 2013, 08:06 PM Post #143 |
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*fantastic!! Gene gives her the best smile he can, what with the butterflies in his stomach, and nods in thanks. Damn, that doctor deserves a pint or something. As he makes his way further towards Sam's hospital room, the sense of apprehension intensifies. How will he be today? Please god let him have woken up, at least once... Finally Gene makes it to the room, only to find that the blinds have been drawn across the window from the inside. What does that mean....?* *catches a nearby doctor and asks quickly* 'Ey. I'm meant to be seein' the patient in there...? |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 4 2013, 08:15 PM Post #144 |
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*The doctor looks at him somewhat startled - it's not the same one from yesterday, sadly. "Er... you're here for Mr Tyler?" He seems to be thinking for a moment, looking Gene up and down. "You're... Mr Hunt? If so, then yes, you can go inside, apparently. But be quick about it, will you.... that one deserves all the rest and quiet he can get." He throws a sympathetic glance at the window, before walking off, apparently unperturbed by the fact that a complete stranger might just walk in on a patient in the ICU ward.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 4 2013, 08:21 PM Post #145 |
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*Gene couldn't care less about who can and can't walk into the ICU, just as long as he's one of the ones that can. * *carefully and quietly, Gene opens the door and edges in, shutting it behind him. He turns slowly, as quietly as he can, looking hesitantly towards the bed. It's darker in the room than out in the corridor - supposedly to help Sam get some sleep... * |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 4 2013, 08:24 PM Post #146 |
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*Indeed - the blinds had been drawn to help Sam sleep a natural sleep. Because, just a few hours ago, he had woken up. At the moment when Gene enters, Sam is asleep again. The oxygen mask is in place to help him breathe, and the temperature in the room is quite high, to help keep him warm. He's still as pale as the night before, but the expression on his face is more peaceful. And... There's a crumpled piece of paper in his hand.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 4 2013, 08:59 PM Post #147 |
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*Gene's eyes fix on Sam's face, the mask covering his nose and mouth. He stares at the pale white skin, the blanket swamping him. In the dim light like this, Sam does look almost peaceful. Still scarily white and fragile, but.... he's here. He's through the night and looking better for it. Thank god. As lightfooted as he can be, Gene steps closer to the bed. Closer, closer until his knees almost touch the sheets. Tentatively, he holds out a hand and hovers it over Sam's, the worry of contaminating Sam still playing on the back of his mind. But eventually, Gene's heart wins over, and he drops his hand onto Sam's, sliding his fingers through so as to hold it properly. As he seperates Sam's fingers though, something rustles. Huh. Gene lifts their joined hands slightly and peers underneath. His letter. Sam was clutching his letter. An anxious smile breaks out over Gene's face, before shrinking back into the worried frown he's been sporting since Sam was admitted. Seems like Sam's out cold right now. But Gene'll stay. He'll stay as long as he's allowed. So still holding Sam's hand, he sits down in the chair next to the bed and settles in, ready to keep watch over Sam for as long as it takes* |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 4 2013, 09:09 PM Post #148 |
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*Gene won't have to wait long. Sam's sleep right after the surgery had been like the hole he'd been in: Deep, absolutely dark. No dreams. Then, he had begun to slowly drift into a fitful half-sleep, filled with moving shapes, all too dim and blurred for him to see properly. But he had been scared. The fear had woken him up, and suddenly it wasn't darkness around him any more, but light. Blinding light. That was then the nurses had shut the blinds in the room. However, in those few minutes of being awake, Sam had noticed the letter in his hand. It had taken him forever and a minute to decipher the words, and he hadn't been able to completely puzzle up their meaning before he'd fallen asleep, still drugged up to the gills and to groggy to feel any sort of pain. However, there was something that had remained in his mind... Chin up. Your Guv. Now, the moment Gene touches his hand, Sam is slowly being dragged back to consciousness. It's not really nice; Sam feels numb, shivery. He feels like he's buried alive. He thinks he is alone. He must have been buried in that hole. But no, hang on, Gene had been there... he did pull him out, they had been in the Cortina... but... but what then...? Sam stirs, his face contorting. There is something covering his mouth, and he doesn't know what it is, and so he panics; the letter in his hand, the words he had read, they are all forgotten in this moment of fear. His breathing speeds up, and he's twitching under the blanket, as if to try and stand up, run away, away from the hole, the hole that is always there...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 4 2013, 09:16 PM Post #149 |
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*Gene's eyes widen suddenly as he notices Sam beginning to twitch and dream. Oh no no no, this can't be good.... Quickly, heart in his throat, Gene stands up and grabs onto Sam's good shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze* Hey, hey... Come on, Tyler.... Bad dreams, s'just... S'just bad dreams, alright? Shhhh, Shhhh..... *with seemingly nowhere else to put his other hand, Gene settles for placing it on top of Sam's head and running his fingers through the hair there soothingly, as though he can almost ease the bad thoughts straight out of Sam's head* |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 4 2013, 09:22 PM Post #150 |
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*No, no, he's back down again, the dead man staring at him, and he can't get away, and it's raining, and he'll be buried alive.. no one will find him... no one... not even Gene... Gene...* *choking, his voice muffled by the mask* G-Gene...! *And then, the sensation of... something... cuts through the nightmare, something that doesn't fit into this dark world... gentle, soothing... and the splattering of rain doesn't sound quite as aggressive anymore, because there are words... words..... is... is Gene there...? Sam's head turns slightly, his eyes still closed. He's not quite out of the dream yet, but close, so close to waking up...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 4 2013, 09:36 PM Post #151 |
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*'Gene'... He said 'Gene'... But he's not awake yet from the look of it.... Damn, what can he do.... Sod the contamination... Sam's going to hurt himself if this doesn't stop... Gene dips further, until his lips are near Sam's ear* Sam, you're safe... You're not in that bloody place any more... Yer warm and safe and you've got ruddy good-looking nurses catering to yer every whim... Come back to me, Gladys... Wake up now... Okay? Come on, Sammy... |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 4 2013, 09:44 PM Post #152 |
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*Sam grimaces - he can hear the voice more clearly now, and the dream is starting to dissolve... but with that comes an onslaught of sensations, and most of them are unpleasant. His head is pounding, there's a nauseating pulling accompanied with dull pain coming from his shoulder... his chest hurts with every breath he takes, and everything below that feels so unbearably heavy... Sam takes a deep, shuddering breath and scrunches his eyes up, as if to resist all of it and go back to sleep, but that isn't an option now... Someone's telling him to wake up... Sam releases the breath, and attempts to open his eyes. It hurts. He groans.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 4 2013, 09:51 PM Post #153 |
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There ya go, Tyler... Good lad... It's me. The Gene Genie. *keeps stroking Sam's hair, trying to soothe him. He doesn't like how uncomfortable Sam looks - his expression, that groan... Maybe he shouldn't have woken him up... But no. Sam was having a nightmare. He needed waking up. Gene'll just have to deal with the consequences. * Sam, don't try to talk or nothin'. Just... Squeeze my hand or something, if... ... D'you want a nurse? |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 4 2013, 09:55 PM Post #154 |
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*Gene. When Sam takes a breath and exhales again, it sounds a bit less shaky than before. He waits for a second, then attempts to open his eyes again, and this time, it works. Through slitted lids, he waits for his sight to adjust, before letting his gaze roam slowly... and it settles on Gene. Gene is here. That's his hand on his head. Gene's hand in his own. Chin up. Slowly, carefully, Sam shakes his head.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 4 2013, 10:04 PM Post #155 |
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*Feeling Sam's hair shift under his fingers, Gene turns the stroking into a few soft pats* Alright... Just don't move, eh? You've been in the wars, for sure! You, uh... Need water or anything? *looks upwards, trying to see whether Sam's connected to a drip* |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 4 2013, 10:12 PM Post #156 |
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*Water. Sam's throat feels like it's completely ripped up, but Gene will see the thin infusion tube, letting liquid drip into Sam's system slowly, but steadily. Sam is still fighting all the sensations -the pain- rushing at him, but he wants to respond to Gene somehow... tell him that he's so glad, so very glad that he's here... Taking together all his strength, Sam gives Gene's hand a little squeeze.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 4 2013, 10:20 PM Post #157 |
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*ah. The drip. There it is. No water then, apparently. Feeling the squeeze to his hand, Gene looks down again, into Sam's eyes. He can't communicate with Sam properly... Not while he's like this... So it's up to Gene to do what he can. Anything he can understand from Sam, he'll act on.* *softly* There y'go. See, still got that bloody fight in you, haven't you. .... Got my note then, it looks like? |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 4 2013, 10:25 PM Post #158 |
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*Sam's eyes cloud over, then focus on Gene again, and he blinks. God, he feels so... weak. And still cold, though not as cold as when he was... down. Upon Gene's question, Sam nods, the motion being so small that Sam fears Gene might have missed it, and so he squeezes his hand once more.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 5 2013, 01:22 PM Post #159 |
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*squeezes back, gladly* Good. They wouldn't let me stay. Said I was too mucky. Thought you'd like that. *smiles down at him* The Cortina's not best pleased with you, though! Think you owe 'er an apology wash and waxing, when you're up and about again. |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 5 2013, 03:28 PM Post #160 |
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*After a second, Sam's lips twitch as well, forming a tiny smile. Gene is trying to cheer him up... And yeah, he would have been covered in mud, wouldn't he, after... Sam shivers, quickly trying to concentrate on something else. Like his hand in Gene's own. It's nice. But really, he can't remain silent for long, he has to talk. Or at least try to.* .... Tell 'er... sorry... *Sam's voice is faint, and still somewhat shaky, and the mask muffles it even further.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 5 2013, 06:15 PM Post #161 |
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You can tell 'er your-bloody-self when you get out of 'ere. She's gonna miss you and your stupid poncey driving 'til you're back. *pats Sam's hand comfortingly* You need anything? If you're tired, I can go... |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 5 2013, 06:20 PM Post #162 |
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*The smile widens slightly, before Sam tenses up at Gene's words* N-no. P.... please, don't..... *Don't go, Gene, don't, I waited for you all day down there, please.... please stay....!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 5 2013, 06:41 PM Post #163 |
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*Gene swallows at Sam's words, and lifts his other hand to cover the other side of Sam's.* *urgently* Alright. Alright. I'll stay here. Don't worry. *strokes his thumb up and down* But if you need to have a kip, don't stay awake just 'cos I'm here. I'll kick any nightmares up the arse. |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 5 2013, 09:27 PM Post #164 |
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*relaxes again gradually, his eyes falling shut* ... thanks.... *God, if he could just tell Gene how much he needs the contact right now... the warmth... Sam tightens his grip slightly, hoping that he'll get his message across. He needs to know that Gene is here... If Gene stays, the hole will disappear, for the time being at least... Sam takes as deep a breath as he dares, grimacing slightly as his ribs protest, and sighs.* ... need... need you.... 'ere.... *normally, he wouldn't dare to say this out loud, but at the moment Sam's defences are down entirely.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 5 2013, 09:36 PM Post #165 |
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*Gene releases a breath and lets one hand migrate to Sam's upper arm, rubbing it calmingly* Well then. *smiles* Me Deputy Dawg needs me, I'm staying. I'll be 'ere, you can count on that. You need anything else? I could fetch you one of your blasted tape machines if you want some of that modern racket playing? |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 5 2013, 09:40 PM Post #166 |
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*relaxes further, relief flooding his dazed mind. Gene is going to stay with him. He's not going back down the hole. Sam shakes his head ever so slightly, his eyes already closed. He'll fall asleep again any moment now, he knows... He would love to talk to Gene some more, see him, feel him, but for now... for now he'll just concentrate on those two hands, one holding his own, the other rubbing his arm... It seems like the best thing he's ever felt.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 5 2013, 09:56 PM Post #167 |
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*Sam's shake of the head was so minute, Gene only picks it up because he's staring at Sam's face - drinking in the fact that he's still alive.* Alright. *He senses that the things he's doing are helping Sam somewhat, so he keeps holding Sam's hand and rubbing his arm, watching as Sam lapses further and further towards sleep* I'm 'ere then, Gladys. You're safe with me around. |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 6 2013, 08:03 AM Post #168 |
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*Sam gives a light sigh, as if to approve of Gene's promise. A few seconds later, his breathing becomes regular and deep, and the last bit of tension slips from his limbs. He's asleep. And safe. Because the Gene Genie is with him.* |
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