Soā¦ David should have expected Layās system to finally crash with what heās experienced today but he still squintsā¦ itās not judgment (but it totally is, buck up, soldier ā this is just another day at the office for David.) He doesnāt need every single medical personnel on him so they go to Lay, scooping up his unconscious body and rests it on the examination table next to Davidās. āHe might be dehydrated? Maybe low blood sugar?ā They canāt examine him until he comes to so all everyone can do is speculate.
His wound patched up he gets up and looks at a sleeping Lay. Pushing his hair from his forehead he sighs and shakes his head once. āLet me know when he wakes up.ā He requests before making his way out of the room. New shirt on and wound stabilized and covered he makes his way back to OZ, he can communicate better now with the haze of anger out of his eyes.
āTell it to me again, O.ā
He isnāt going to go an apologize to his ābossā he still isnāt too happy with him, discord sucks in the workplace but you canāt like everyone you work it ā thatās why itās called work. But hearing what OZ had to say a second time heās even more committed to finding the rat who fucked up his op. Groaning he presses the bottom of his palms into his eyes. He doesnāt get tired in that sense but when you use a lot of adrenaline, it messes with the levels in his body, serum works best with optimal levels of everything so when heās lacking, itās like he needs to be recharged and normal people recharge with sleep ā David canāt remember the last time he had a full night of sleep.
He didnāt get the intel he was supposed to retrieve and there is a whole team cleaning up his mess from today so he doesnāt have much to do until OZ gives him more information, a starting point. So he takes a chair and drags it next to the examination table and sits. Pulling out his phone he begins to scroll aimlessly. Lay will need a familiar face when he wakes up or heāll panic more. So David will just wait.
Things are fuzzy at first when Lay rouses and he blinks slow as he sorts through his disorientation. It takes a solid minute for him to absorb his surroundings - the strange table heās situated on, the medical supplies on the tray a few feet away, the random people meandering about the room. For a brief second he wonders if heās landed in some sort of crazy sci-fi film. Confusion paints his every feature until he settles on a familiar face. Only then does it all crash over him. Itās not a sci-fi film, no. The genre heās been dealt with is much more in line with action and gun fights.
He doesnāt remember fainting at first, just that heās exhausted and relieved him and David are okay. Criminal, good-doer or whatever the guyās case Layās already grown attached and just hopes no matter what that the taller is safe in his line of work. Bits and pieces come back with the silence as his eyes coast the otherās face, admirably ogling his features. He steadily recalls the wild car chase, the injury David sustained during that time, the mortifying sound he let out in answer to the concern the other expressed moments before he passed out.
Itās then that he bolts upright at the tail end of his realization, his flush splotchy in his cheeks and spreading down to his neck as he relives the humiliation all over again and he groans. With hands lifting to rub at his eyes to double check he truly is awake, he sighs and mumbles (mostly to himself.) āThat wasnāt supposed to happen.ā
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