Waa heres a snippet of my agere dennis whitaker fic!
It has been a hard shift; he was late this morning and had to jump on a trauma right when he got in. It was a car crash, one passenger was injured, a few broken bones and a big cut on his head. In the other car were a mother and daughter. The mother died on impact, and the daughter was fatally injured. Neither of them were wearing seatbelts.
The daughter was heavily injured, unconscious when she got wheeled in. They coded her for 3 hours but she ended up dying. After their moment of silence Whitaker had rushed out and cried in the bathroom. His head started feeling fuzzy but he’s willed it down, it was too early.
He went through the rest of his shift clumsily, Tripping over carts and dropping things. He tried to avoid Robby’s concerned looks, practically running away when he saw him. He managed to keep this up all day. He hurried out of the building at the end of his shift thinking he was in the clear when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
He turned around and stood face to face with Robby. Looking up at him with big eyes. The older man smiled “Hey kid, you alright?” Dennis nodded, not trusting his voice. Robby’s smile faltered at the silence “Do you have a ride him back to Santos?” Dennis nodded. “Bud” He said quietly, looking down at his feet. “By bus?” He cleared his troath. “How about I give you a ride? It’s already eight and I don’t want you getting into any trouble. I know how ruthless the evening busses can be.” He squeezed Dennis’s shoulder.
He looked up and cocked his head “Bige?” Robby smiled. “Yeah, do you want that?” Dennis thought for a second and nodded hesitantly. Robby led them to the bike, not removing his hand from Dennis's shoulder.
Robby grabbed the helmet from his bag and slid it onto Dennis's head. Before clicking it shut and adjusting the straps to fit around his head snugly. He climbed onto the bike and patted the backseat. "Just hold onto me, it'll be okay.” Dennis climbed onto the bike and hesitantly placed his hands on Robby's waist. The older man reached by and wrapped Dennis's arms around his waist. ‘That’s better.’ Robby started the engine and started driving.
When they got on the highway the wind got loud. Dennis whined at the sound of the wind hurting his ears. Robby heard this and put a hand on Dennis’, stroking his hand with his thumb. “We're almost there.” He said loud enough for him to hear. Dennis nodded and pressed himself against Robby, feeling the heat of the man’s skin even though his jacket.
They pulled up to Trinity’s apartment, Robby shut of his bike. “Here we are.” He said. Dennis didn’t move. Robby smiled and slowly removed Dennis’s arms from his waist. He got of the bike and helped the younger boy off. His eyes were glassy and unfocused.
Putting a hand on his back he walked him to the door, Dennis’s steps were unsteady. He fumbled with his keys. Robby slowly grabbed his keys out of his hands and opened the door for him. “There we are” His voice was soft.