Veg-notables: This one was quick and dirty. I wrote this before Explosion Â
As always, Â thanks to @gumnut-logic cause she just rocks and I love bouncing ideas off of her.Â
Also thanks for everyone that dropped a comment, a like or a reblog. You guys and the rest of this awesome community of Thunderheads are what keep me plugging away at this. Â
Characters:Â Scooter, the Squid and an unresponsive Virgil.Â
Whumptober - TaG universe
Continues from HERE
3. Delirium
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Scott jumped up from the floor and threw himself across the bed. Bearing down all his weight on the flailing arms of his fevered sibling. Â
Gritting his teeth with pain as an errant elbow nailed him hard in the gut he held on for dear life. âVirgil, calm down!â He grunted out.  âJesus Christ,  Gordon.  Hurry up with that... shot.  Much more of this...and his going to pull out his suturesâ
âI know.â His brother barked back, working quickly to load the syringe and grabbing at the IV line that was flapping about all over the place. âGod, heâs gonna pull his line if he keeps this up.â
âGet the damn drugs in him!â Â
Scrambling, Gordon did just that. The drug dispersed down the line and into the pallid arm of his sickly brother. Almost instantly the drugs effect took hold of the mass of ailing, hysterical muscle and Virgil went limp below Scottâs straining limbs. His frantic eyes rolled and his lids drooped as he flopped bonelessly back against the bedding.Â
Chest heaving, Scott dared not move for fear the crazed panic would resurface. Â
Sparing a glance in Gordonâs direction, he looked him over. The aquanautâs eye had the tell tale signs of one hell of a shinner developing and by the way his brother was hunched over, Scott wouldnât be surprised that a kidney was bruised. âYou okay?â  He asked though he could hazard a guess at the answer by the haunting glint in the squidâs eyes.Â
âFuck noâ
He didnât bother admonishing him for his language. He was harboring the same thoughts but he couldnât bring himself to voice them. A flair of envy at the younger man ease of use briefly flashed through him but he quickly pushed it aside. It wasnât a priority at the moment and wouldnât be of any help.
Looking down at the heap below him Scott loosened his hold minutely and laid his fingers on the inside of a thick wrist. Feeling the steady but sluggish beat he let a sign slip past his lips and his shoulders sagged in relief.Â
âScott?â Â
âHeâs outâ Confirming his findings with the read out displayed beside the bed. âTemp is still up though and his stats are low.âÂ
âScott?â The tone of the questions brought Scottâs head around.
âHeâll be okay, Gordo. Just a close call.â Peeling back a corner of gauze Scott winced at the angry, oozing red wound.Â
A tense silence enveloped the room and Scott could feel Gordonâs eyes weighing heavily on him. To avoid making eye contact he turned his attention to the display,  eyes flickering over the data, down to Virgil and back up again. Â
Considering what he knew with what he wanted, he absently chewed on the inside of his cheek. The sinking feeling hurt more than his own physical bruises.Â
Shoulders tensing, he took Virgilâs unresponsive hand in his own. Â
âPrep Two for launch and have John get in contact with Auckland. We have a medical emergency and we will be coming in hot.â
