This is a response to the WPBA forum first lines challange. Number 107 - It's going to explode!
Disclaimer: I own nothing, the brilliant Dr Lydia Winter still belongs to BiteMeTechie.
"It's going to explode!"
"Just one more minute."
"McKay!" I scream, "Get down!"
"Shut up winter, I know what I'm doing."
"No you don't, you're going to get us all killed!"
"Be quiet I need to concentrate."
"MCKAY!" I scream again over the noise, but it's no use, he has decided to ignore me.
Muttering a few choice swear words under my breath I run towards the console.
And everything goes black.
My wrist hurts.
Dr Beckett keeps telling me to stop moaning, but he's not the one in the hospital bed, I am.
And isn't the patient always right?
No, wait, the part of my brain that is still functioning has just informed me that actually it's the customer who is always right, damn.
My head is killing me.
"Ouch."
Oh good, it's nice to know I'm not the only one in pain here, especially if that voice belongs to the person I think it does.
"Hello, I'm dying over here!"
Yep, definitely him. I slowly turn my head to the side, trying to ignore the pain.
In the bed next to me is none other than Rodney McKay.
Brilliant, this day just gets better and better.
Luckily, I don't think he has seen me yet. I realise this is a good thing; the moment he finds out I am here he will likely try to blame me for the present situation.
As if it's my fault.
I told him not to touch it.
Not that he will see it that way, he will probably come up with some far fetched story about how It was my fault and he was only trying to fix it.
As if.
At this point I realise that I am arguing with myself and McKay hasn't actually accused me of anything yet.
Oh well, it's only a matter of time.
"Hey, Winter is that you."
Speak of the Devil.
I wonder if I should reply, I really don't feel up to a long conversation at the moment, but then he probably doesn't either.
I settle for a non-committal grunt.
"Are you Ok?"
"I'll live, not that it's any of your business."
"Ouch, I was only asking."
"Well don't."
I realise this was probably a little harsh, but at the moment I don't care I just want him to shut up, the noise is beginning to give me a headache.
Just then Dr Beckett comes over.
"Well it seems the two of you have been surprisingly lucky." He says.
He turns to me.
"Apart from a mild concussion, a sprained wrist and a few other assorted bumps and bruises you are absolutely fine."
He calls that FINE! I open my mouth to argue but then close it again; I don't have the energy.
He turns to McKay.
"You also have a few nasty cuts, and your ankle has been badly twisted. But again, nothing too serious."
McKay and I just gawp at each other, for once we can agree on something.
A/N - As much as I love Rodney and Lydia I can't tall you how fun this was to write. Constructive critisism is welcome but flames will be used to make pancakes. Mmmm Pancakes.
