#wooo ficception

[meanderings0ul]

This is more like six little paragraphs, but so nice to get something moving even if it is an entirely new fic I literally started this evening out of nowhere... >_<

As yet untitled 1998 ficlet focused on Andrew & Phil & May

“You don’t have permission to read her chart so please don’t try,” a voice said mildly.  

“Phillip what the hell is this?”

The man scrubbed a hand over his face, flashed a little grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Nobody calls me Phillip anymore.”

“Tough.”

Someone had muted the heartrate monitor so there wasn’t even any beeping in the awkward silence. Andrew reached out towards her leg under the blanket but froze when he realized he still didn’t know how she was hurt.

But Phillip nodded at him to go ahead. “Puncture wound to the lower left of her ribcage. Infection set in. It’s being treated. Should clear up soon but she’s still running a fever. The amount of medication she’s on hits her hard.”

Her ankle was too warm under his hand and he finally made himself swallow, because Andrew could tell enough of what Phil was leaving out of that description. Someone stabbed her and no one took care of it, because either there wasn’t time or there wasn’t supplies and that shit just didn’t happen to security officers for planes for charter.

He’d try because the only other option seemed to be to lose her, but how the hell was he supposed to play along with this forever?