Sigh, I'm just spewing out random plot bunnies on this site lately. But this one was particularly nagging me, so I had to post it. Also, my medical knowledge is... crap. I always welcome constructive criticism, but please try to avoid making it about any medical mistakes I make (unless they're so terrible you just have to point them out, then I'll try to fix them).
Disclaimer: I do not own Psych or any of its characters. I will not be posting this anywhere but Fanfiction(dot)net.
Lassiter and Juliet walked into the Our Lady of Mercy Hospital casually, talking about a case. They were going to check on Shawn, who had apparently had some kind of accident. They weren't worried; Shawn got himself into stupid predicaments all the time. But this time the doctor hadn't said what was wrong with him on the phone, just that they should come in and visit him. That sounded like it meant he would be there for a while. Lassiter and Juliet decided that he probably broke a crucial bone or something during one of his misadventures.
As they walked into the lobby, they noticed Gus at the hospital's coffee machine. "Hey Gus," Juliet said. "Have you seen Shawn yet?"
"Nope," Gus answered. "They won't even tell me what's wrong with him. I'm starting to get worried." But he didn't sound worried at all. As awful as it sounds, Shawn got into trouble so much that they were used to it, especially Gus.
"Yes, I think we're all very worried about Spencer," Lassiter said, not meaning it at all. "Maybe we can leave a card or a note or something with the nurses and get back to our case."
"I just want to make sure he's okay…" Juliet said. She knew that he would be, she just wanted to make sure. That's when a nurse came into the waiting room.
"You here for Shawn Spencer?" she asked. The three nodded. "Come with me," the nurse said, leading the way down the hall. Gus, Lassiter, and Juliet walked down the hall behind the nurse without a hint of anxiety. They were sure that Shawn was fine. They were wrong, but they were still sure.
When the nurse arrived outside the door of Shawn's first floor room, she stopped and looked at a clipboard. "I'm afraid we're not entirely sure what's wrong with him exactly," the nurse said thoughtfully. "He's having some… well, I don't know how…" This nurse was obviously new; she didn't know how to tell people bad news. "Perhaps I should just let you talk to him."
"That sounds good," said Gus, now actually worried. The way the nurse described whatever was wrong with Shawn made it sound really serious. Nothing serious had happened to Shawn in a while, and Gus wasn't sure he could handle it. He probably just broke a bone or something, and the nurse was new and uncomfortable about telling Gus, seeing as she didn't know that Shawn was always getting into accidents (some of the nurses even knew Shawn by name).
The nurse led Shawn's friends (and Lassiter) into the room. Shawn was in a bed with a bandage around his head, a large, red stain near the front. Gus and Juliet both gasped, and even Lassiter looked surprised. Shawn was sitting completely upright in the bed, watching the hospital TV. He turned over when they walked in, eyeing Juliet, Gus, and Lassiter strangely.
"Hey nurse Amanda!" Shawn greeted. The other three walked over to Shawn's bed, and he looked somewhat nervously at them.
"He was in a car accident," the nurse explained. "Actually, I think his file says he was on a motorcycle."
"Shawn," Juliet whispered. She felt a little better, seeing as Shawn looked like he wasn't in a lot of pain, but it was still sad.
"He suffered some head trauma, and, well… he's not really himself anymore," she explained.
"And this is a problem, why?" asked Lassiter with a smile, but he was ignored.
"Shawn?" asked Gus. "You okay, buddy?"
"Shawn?" asked Shawn. "That's a funny name! What's it short for, Shawnald?"
"I'm not sure…" Gus admitted. "Wait a minute…"
"Shawn, are you okay?" asked Juliet. Shawn looked at her quizzically.
"Everyone keeps calling me Shawn," Shawn stated. "Who's that? And who… who are you people?"
Uh oh. Shawnald's in trouble. This was loosely based on a commercial I saw for some TV show (I think it's called "Samantha Who?" or something). I've never seen the show, but the commercial inspired me to write this. I hope it was okay. If not, please excuse my awful plot bunny. I've named this one Arthur. For a picture of Arthur, see my profile.
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