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Dean Winchester (hellsboy) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-14 22:16:00

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!complete, day 11, dean winchester, lexie grey, location: gym

Day 11: Early Morning
Who: Dean Winchester & Lexie Grey
What: Dean is hurt, Lexie's a doctor... um
When: Early morning
Where: Gym
Rating: R (language - it IS Dean)
Status: Active

Dean had spent a really restless night on the cot. Half the time he was either in pain, tossing and turning in such a way as to not bump the broken bones even if his body didn't want to sleep just on one side, or awake and listening to the pitiful groans of others in far more pain than he was. It made for a very cranky morning when the sun finally began peeking through the cracks in the rubble of the gym roof and walls. He grumbled under his breath as he tried to turn over and gasped as a sharp pain shot through his side.

"Oh fucking, fuck," he cussed and pulled himself up to a sitting position with another gasp against the pain. He'd been dreaming, during what little time he'd spent sleeping, about the red-eyed man yanking his arm and popping his elbow back into joint with a wet, angry stab of pain. He momentarily thought Elliot was back at his side, discussing where it hurt but he blinked his eyes hard a few times. Life around him was chaos.

"Someone needs their ass fucking kicked in," he grumbled and held his arms close to his side, surveying the chaos of the gym with bleary eyes. He wondered if, among the cots, Sam was among the wounded. He wanted to catch the next person in a white lab coat and ask. He grabbed at the passing tail of a white coat and held fast. "Is my brother here?" he demanded.

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hellsboy
2009-06-15 12:15 am UTC (link)

Dean watched her seem to second guess herself or whatever it was that brought that light to her eyes that seemed to say "Defeated." Maybe it was only his viewpoint but she wasn't the girl he'd met twice now. He couldn't blame her though. This was hell or purgatory and they were all subject to the pain and overwhelming hopelessness of it all. What he really wanted to do was touch her cheek. His broken hands prohibited this so he had to resort to words instead.

"You did a damn good job with these hands too, Doc. I knew I could play the concert piano when I left here last time. Think I'll be able to play with your hair any time soon?" he asked with a slight smile. He knew she knew that this was a game at this point. The broken hands and her exhaustion were enough to hinder any sort of flirting they'd had before now. Still, he felt like she was the one person here he wanted to connect with so he was glad she was a doctor and therefore making rounds and all but required to talk to him right now while everyone else slept.

"Thanks for letting me know about Sam, Lexie," he said, a beat later. "It's good to know he's okay enough not to be here. Think I'll be out and about soon myself?" His eyes held some hope that he wouldn't be stuck here with broken ribs and arm and hands soon. It was all so overwhelming. He wanted to be out there helping people somehow. He hoped she'd tell him it would all be over soon and he'd be back to work even if he knew that was an impossibility.

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skipped3rdgrade
2009-06-15 12:49 am UTC (link)

Lexie worked desperately to tuck away whatever had broken over the past 18 hours. She didn't want to be like this in front of him. He'd been hurt so much worse than she was, and he didn't sit there moping. He was cracking jokes and being kind. She wouldn't have expected anything less from him; yet, she felt like she was giving him less than he expected from her. He expected a doctor and the cheerful girl who had manned the clinic. Instead he'd wound up with this sour puss.

"Oh yeah, I thought for sure you'd be making ships in a bottle any day now." She wanted to reach out and take his hand. She knew how they felt in hers from the day prior - was it so wrong to want to feel that again?

"Of course," she nodded, if Meredith were here she'd want to know that she was OK. "I don't know, El-- Doctor Reid, she seems very, very good at her job." She seemed like she was miles beyond Lexie; and for Lexie that was a comfort. It meant that the intern was no longer running the clinic.

"You know what makes me feel better?" She asked, scooting from the cot she'd been on to the floor beside his. At a few points she'd mistakenly moved her arm, causing a wince and a hiss. "When I was hurt, or sick, or upset my mom would sit down next to me. She wouldn't have to say anything but she'd just..." Tentatively her right hand reached out and stroked his hair. If she could see herself she'd call it ridiculous and vulnerable and probably not at all in line with what Dean was looking for. However, it was the closest thing she could do to doctoring right now.

"We'll have you back to hero-ing in no time," she said quietly, resting her head on the edge of his cot. She was hoping she could get back to proper doctoring soon, herself.

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