Prompt 17 - Hospital AU
@wolfstarmicrofic April 17, word count 995
CW- Cuts, Animal attack, Bite marks
Sirius stretched across the gurney, carefully holding his cup of coffee so he didn’t pour the scalding liquid down himself.
“Hey, James. How long have we been on shift?” He asked his equally prostrate best friend. James groaned as he lifted his arm to check his watch.
“8 hours.” He yawned. They were on the night shift, and the cases were either dull easy to diagnose stuff that could have waited for a GP in the morning or total calamities.
He raised his head to take a sip of his drink when his pager went off.
“Damn it,” He cursed as he dodged the liquid that came flying out of the cup. “That was close. I almost marred my beautiful face.”
“Come on, urgent call to A&E,” James told him, grabbing him and jogging down the hall.
The room was utter Bedlam. People were shouting at each other. A nurse was carrying a handful of bloody cloth to the hazardous waste bin. More nurses were fitting IVs and monitors to the patient lying still in the bed. Nurse Evans moved out of the way, and Sirius got his first glance at what they were working with.
In the bed lay a twenty-something young man. Who could have been quite good-looking but now had long gashes across his face, one of which sliced his face in half from the corner of his eye, across his nose and finishing just above his lip. Sirius sucked in a breath as he took it in.
“That’s not the worst of it.” Nurse Evans warned. Sirius glanced down as his eyes darted across the rest of his body. There were more slashing cuts, and the soft flesh of his waist and abdomen had huge puckered holes dotted about in stretched-out crescent arches.
“Are those bite marks?!” James exclaimed, moving closer to the man. Nurse Evans nodded.
“His back is all cut up, same as his front. Whatever attacked him got him good.” She sighed. “Poor man, he’s going to be in a lot of pain and shock when he wakes up.” She handed over his notes to James and busied herself cleaning the wounds.
Sirius couldn’t take his eyes off the man.
“Do these look like dog bites?” He questioned as his fingers ghosted above the damaged skin.
“They look too big but definitely canine. Wolf, maybe?” James screwed up his face as he tried to figure it out.
“There aren’t any wolves in Britain.” Sirius objected. “Where was he found?”
“Er, notes say in the car park next to the—oh, for crying out loud. Next to the woodland park.” James scanned the text.
“Still no wild wolves in Britain,” Sirius muttered, only half paying attention to James.
He grabbed some of the disinfection materials and helped Nurse Evans clean out the wounds. James began spouting off multiple tests he wanted to carry out and leaned over Sirius. Speaking quietly so only Sirius could hear him, he murmured.
“Be careful, yeah. I’ve seen that look before. Don’t get too invested.” Sirius shook his head.
“I’m a doctor, James, I care. That’s all it is.” He lied.
“Make sure it is,” James replied, knowing full well Sirius wasn’t telling the truth.
Nurse Pettigrew appeared with his camera and began documenting the wounds in case it was a police matter.
“Should I send these to a bite specialist?” He asked Sirius and James. James nodded.
“Yes, that way, we will know what we’re dealing with. Send a couple of the slashes as well. I swear they look like claw marks.” Nurse Pettigrew disappeared as quickly as he’d appeared after taking countless photos and only disturbing the cleaning once to get shots of the man’s back.
It took hours to get the man’s wounds cleaned and sutured. He’d had multiple scans, including a brain scan. To make sure he didn’t have a brain bleed. But he didn’t wake up. They weren’t worried yet. His body had sustained a lot of damage, and nothing in his scans showed any reason for him not to be conscious.
Sirius’s shift had ended hours ago, but he stayed sitting at the man’s side. James had tried to convince him to leave.
“Sirius, he’s a patient. You need to leave. Please don’t get overly attached to him. You don’t even know anything about him.”
“He’s all alone, James,” Sirius sighed. He already knew he was treading the line between a caring practitioner and becoming too personal with a patient. “No one has called looking for him. The police say no one matching his description has been reported missing. It’s been hours. How can no one be missing him?” James sighed at Sirius as he roughly ran his hand through his hair.
“I know, I know. Just be careful, Sirius.” He clapped his friend on the back and left him to it.
Sirius slept in the uncomfortable visitor’s chair. He kept waking up to check on his patient, but he was always asleep. Morning came, and one of the Nurses brought him breakfast and took the patient’s vitals. It wasn’t until the afternoon, a full 24 hours after he’d been brought in. The man’s eyelids fluttered. Sirius watched with bated breath as slowly, slowly, the man regained consciousness.
“It’s okay,” Sirius said in his most calming voice. “We think you’ve been attacked. You’ve got a lot of cuts, so I need you to keep still so you don’t rip any stitches. But you’re safe, and so far, no complications.” He realised he’d taken the man’s hand and promptly dropped it. “Sorry,” He mumbled under his breath. He watched the man wiggle his now free fingers. Sirius’s training finally kicked in.
“I’m Doctor Black, Sirius. Do you know what your name is?” He asked as he pressed the call button. The man thought for a second.
“Remus Lupin.” He said faintly.
“Well, it’s lovely to meet you, Remus Lupin.” Sirius smiled at him as Nurse Evans wandered in.
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considering cattonquick wound fucking but what would the occasion be? Felix fucking around and making a boozy cocktail in the saltburn kitchen, insisting that he can cut some fruit ollie what does he take him for, a baby? And his hand slips and the knife goes straight into his palm. Oliver laughing and minimising how bad he thinks it is, getting some ice and his fingers just. Slipping and pressing this side of too hard in the cut, eyes curious as felix bites his lip and squirms to stay silent - can't look like a pussy in front of his poor underprivileged house guest who's probably had to patch up tonnes of knife wounds surely he knows what he's doing?
Or would it be in the maze? Would it be the other way round would oliver cut himself on the bottle and felix take the opportunity to worm his alcohol and drug clumsy fingers deeper trying to root out something thats tangible and real about oliver?
BRO. you’re actually so insane yet so real for this holy fuck !!!!!!!!! cattonquick wound fucking is so 😵💫😵💫😵💫
i genuinely think that it would happen in the maze likee all crazy things happen in the maze so it definitely would take place there! ollie would purposely cut himself in front of felix as a last ditch effort to show how far he’s willing to hurt himself and show how much he loves felix,, and obviously felix being felix “mr. white knight and savior vibes” decides to tend to ollie’s wound… like you said he clumsily digs his fingers into ollie’s skin to take out the shards of glass and any remaining bits of obsession 😭 ollie is probably in shock as he feels felix’s fingers dig around inside him as he attempts to stifle his moans !!!!!!!!!!!!! then felix brings his crimson covered fingers to his mouth to lick away the blood while he maintains eye contact with ollie. in this very moment they are one.
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