Bad Day
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Takes place around late season four/early season five.
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Chapter 1
Jesus he was sick.
Rusty crawled out of his room long after Sharon had left for work. Thank god he didn't have college or work, or any expectations for the day, because he would never have fulfilled them.
He barely made it to the bathroom in time for the first of many bouts of vomiting. For most of the day he lay on the couch, dozing and sipping water in between the trips to throw up.
He was fairly certain he had a fever too. He alternated extreme heat and extreme cold, shivering and sweating throughout the day.
More than once he thought of calling Sharon, or even Flynn at a push, to come home and take care of him. Each time he pushed the thought to the back of his mind. They were busy, and their jobs certainly weren't the type that could just be put on hold to deal with a sick child. And besides, he wasn't a child anymore; he could probably cope on his own until Sharon returned home.
Unfortunately, the case was more prolonged than he anticipated. Sharon Raydor had been gone twenty-nine straight hours and Rusty was dozing once more when Sharon's key turning in the lock startled him back to semi-wakefulness.
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Sharon walked into her condo and was immediately confronted with the pile of blankets on the couch. She was about to reprimand Rusty for leaving them there when she noticed movement beneath them.
'Rusty?' she asked, moving to face him. 'Are you okay?'
Her son poked his head out from underneath the blanket where, she could now see, he was huddling from cold. My goodness, she thought. He looks awful.
'Hey Mom,' he said croakily, then looked surprised at the sound of his own voice. 'Stomach bug. Be fine soon.'
Her nose caught the scent of the bathroom from the open door. He'd obviously been sick too. Poor boy. 'Let's get you back to bed,' she suggested. 'I'll give you a hand.'
Rusty hooked an arm around her neck, which should have made her think twice, because he hated accepting help and shied away from excessive contact. They had gotten two steps into the hallway when Rusty paused. 'Sharn,' he slurred. 'Feel dizz...'
He suddenly collapsed into her and only years of training her reflexes enabled her to support him adequately. She laid her son safely onto the floor and calmly checked his pulse. She wasn't worried. He probably overheated.
Five seconds after removing her fingers from his wrist she was on the phone. 'Hello? I need an ambulance to this address. Officer ID Raydor, Sharon. My son has collapsed.' She hung up the phone and dialled Flynn. 'Andy? It's Rusty. He's unconscious. I've called an ambulance. Can you meet me at the hospital, please?' Again she hung up and gently shook her son's shoulders. 'Rusty come on, wake up. Rusty? Rusty!'
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I don't know where this came from. But it's my first Major Crimes story so I would appreciate some feedback. Updates to follow.