Snippet of a future kingdon fic I wrote in a fugue state while I was supposed to be writing something else (warning this is a whump snippet):
"Please, Robby, please, you have to find her!" Frank begged. He grabs Robby's arm ignoring the blood he's smearing on the other. "You have to, please."
"Frank," Robby's voice is soft, a deep soothing lull that he'd heard used on countless patients. "We're gonna find Mel, I promise, but I need you to breathe and let us work."
"You don't understand, Robby, you don't understand." Frank presses his free hand into his eye. Princess tries to drag it away.
Frank drops his head back on the bed. Tears drip down his face. Sobs wrack his frame, and he desperately wants to curl up into a ball only no one will let him. He shakes his head refusing to listen to Robby and his platitudes.
It's his fault. It's all his fault. If he'd just been driving. If he'd been the one to take the hit, then Mel...
"Help me understand, Frank." Robby tries to gently pry Frank's hand from his arm. Frank knows he's just trying to do his job, just trying to treat the patient, Frank, but every second Robby wastes on him is another second he isn't finding Mel.
"She's, she's," Frank breaks.
His head and back are killing him. Princess is reading off his vitals. Collins is rushing through the door asking questions, jumping in to finish what Frank had stopped. Robby is turning towards her arguing. Everything hurts, and he doesn't know where Mel is.
"Robby, please!" He begs trying to tighten his grip on Robby’s arm, but it's too tacky with blood. His blood, his brain distantly reminds him. "You have to make sure they're okay."
Robby turns back to him, frustration written in the lines of his face. It's clear he wants to get to the medicine, to save Frank's life rather than decipher his messy sentences. Frank almost laughs, but another sob comes out of his mouth instead.
"Who's they Frank? What do they have to do with Mel?" Collins asks instead. She meets Robby's exasperated stare over Frank's head. He thinks he's missed part of the conversation.
"Mel, you have to find Mel." Frank says turning his eyes up towards the ceiling of Trauma One. Funny, he'd never noticed how weird the tiles up there looked.
"Who's they Frank? Who's they? What do they have to do with Mel?" Robby's head blocks out his view.
The last vestiges of his strength flare within him.
"She's pregnant. The accident, she's, Robby please. Please."
Frank's eyelids feel so heavy.
"Frank, I need you to stay awake for me. Frank!"
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