Iris West doesn't have a death wish, okay? (tellsyourstory) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2019-11-12 05:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, iris west, michael guerin |
Who: Iris and Michael
What: Dealing with dream injuries
When: Late 11/11, early 11/12
Where: West home to hospital
Warnings: Low
Status: Log | Complete
To say that there had been a whirlwind of emotions in the past few Dreams Iris had would be an understatement. Trying to bring Wally into the fold, getting to know Francine and Francine then dying? Yeah. That had...been a lot and Iris hadn’t been sure how to handle it. There was the lesson from them of course - get to know Francine while she still had the ability to do so, but Iris hadn’t gotten to it yet. Perhaps it was fear. Perhaps it was something else, she couldn’t say. Instead, it was burying herself in work, ignoring the Dreams and spending time with friends.
Like Michael showing up drunk that night. Thank goodness her dad was at some work conference so that there weren’t any looks. Instead Iris had just turned Netflix on for them to watch, and at some point had fallen asleep. To another Dream.
Francine dead. Trying to bond with Wally and watching her dad be decidedly not her dad in his desperate need to get Wally to like him. Of worrying about Wally’s well being because of his street racing - which involved apparently sending Wally to therapy and being asked if she had a death wish. Given how often she got that question, maybe she did. But then the target of a meta that was being followed was the same man she had threatened to shut down the races to keep Wally safe and well…. That’s when it got even more complicated.
Because with everything going on, Wally nearly dying had Barry not shown up… there was a car crashing into the ground and suddenly glass deep in her shoulder. Then lots of morphine while she was at the hospital and finally getting some bonding time with Wally.
And then she woke up, gasping in pain, the shard of broken windshield imbedded deep in her shoulder.
“Ow. Damnit…”
Where was her phone...how would she even explain this. Iris’ mind was a haze of pain and blood loss as she tried to do something, knocking the television controller to the ground and not really remembering right then that Michael was on the couch.
Michael was too drunk to drive home. And of course it was one of the rare nights that he wasn’t at The Double Tap or The Wild Pony. Hell it was even his first time at this particular bar. The bartenders weren’t looking out for him. Which was partly why he had chosen to get drunk there. He was still dealing with all the emotions his birthday brought on and Michael just wanted to drink the pain away.
He was too far from the trailer park, but he was near where Iris lived. Somehow he remembered her address even in his drunken stupor and had shown up on her doorstep - needing a place to crash for the night. Iris had put on Netflix but it didn’t take long for Michael to pass out on the couch - only waking up when he heard Iris speaking and the small crash of something falling to the ground.
Michael’s eyes opened wide trying to focus on Iris in the dark. “What’s wrong?” he asked getting up to turn on the light that was when he saw the shard of glass in her shoulder. “Shit!”
Iris had been confused by Michael showing up, but she had also been relieved that he had known better than to drive back to his own place given the state he’d been in when he had shown up. Part of her wondered how he had even gotten that far but better here than wrapped around a light pole.
And now that she had a shard of glass in her? Definitely a good thing to have someone there. She’d been in war zones for work, any manner of dangerous situations yet she was suddenly blanking on if it would be good or bad to remove the glass. It wasn’t like she’d really had time to process it in the Dreams before Barry got her to a hospital and let them handle it.
“D...Dreams.” That about covered the what was wrong bit, even as she tried to focus to stay conscious. Passing out from blood loss probably would be bad.
Dreams. Well shit. Michael knew what dream injuries were like. He still had a faint scar from the burn on his arm that had carried over. Not to mention how his hand had throbbed after he dreamed about breaking it again. But this? This was a hell of a lot more scary than both of those.
The thought of using his powers to remove the glass occurred to him. But he actually did know enough to know that would only cause more bleeding. It needed to stay and keep Iris from bleeding out until she was at a hospital.
“Come on,” Michael said wrapping her opposite arm around her shoulder, wasting no time springing into action. “We need to get you checked out.”
Well if there were one way to sober someone up, it was wake them up from sleep with a shard of glass injury. Not that Iris was going to complain about the help to the hospital. Which even movement was painful. Strange that one could have a shoulder injury and yet general movement hurt. Though it probably had to do with the fact it was because it thus jostled the glass.
“Yeah. Okay.”
Screw this. It was going to take too long if Michael walked her all the way to the car like this. He was still learning his powers but they would be faster. Taking a breath he focused on Iris lifting her up off the ground with his mind, he maneuvered her through the house and to the car, using his powers to open doors as well.
Shit. If he had time he would pat himself on the back for that. It was the most control he had had over his powers so far. Granted he hadn’t tested them out all that much since he got them but still.
“Keys.” Michael said because well his car was at the bar still. “I need your keys.”
Well that was unexpected, but Iris was a bit too out of sorts to put too much thought into the fact that she’d just been moved with Michael’s brain to the car. She’d deal with that later. But it wasn’t as if she was unfamiliar with abilities or that things could cross over either. Just unexpected.
“Right...they’re in my bag by the door.” Which she would need anyway since insurance card and wallet and all.
He probably should have asked that before getting outside but his main focus had been getting Iris out. Keys hadn’t occurred to him until he got to the car. At least he was able to open the door with his powers - he had no idea if it had been locked or not. But his powers couldn’t start a car and he didn’t think he could telekinetically get it all the way to the hospital. At least not in a speedy manner.
The front door was still open. Michael ran back into the house spotting a purse, he hoped that was the bag Iris was talking about. He grabbed it rushing back outside not bothering to shut the door behind him. He dug through the bag as he made his way back to the car finding the keys he tossed her bag in the back seat as he climbed into the driver seat and took off.
“Stay awake,” he told her as he sped through the streets not knowing much other advice.
It wasn’t like keys or bags had crossed Iris’ mind either. She was tired and trying to focus because she wasn’t wanting to risk making things worse. So instead she just remained where she was, forcing herself to stay awake and not take out the glass lest she make the bleeding worse.
The door would be dealt with - a worried neighbor or someone which would be fun to explain to her dad but she’d deal with that when the time came.
“Working on it.” Focus, well speeding meant the car jostled which meant pain which well...bursts of pain were good for staying awake? In theory at any rate.
While Michael was mostly focused on driving he tried to keep asking Iris questions on the way to the hospital. Doing his best to keep her awake. Once they got their he parked the car in the emergency parking and got Iris out as quickly as possible. He couldn’t use his powers this time. Not in public. So he wrapped her good arm around his shoulder and helped her walk inside.
“My friend needs help!” he called out the second he entered not thinking he should probably go up to the desk first.
The questions were good because it did keep her focused, even if the answers didn’t exactly make sense. But no matter. They got to the hospital and with as he called out for help, some of the front staff rushed over to get her onto a gurney and into surgery.
Michael watched as Iris was rushed away and then sank down into one of the chairs. Because that was all he could do. Sit and wait.