Shawn fell to his knees, clutching his shoulder. He looked behind him, Gus had woken up and was crawling over to him. The two best friends sat on their knees side by side. The car veered off the road and stopped in front of them. Of all the people in the world, a salt and pepper haired man climbed out and a familiar blonde hopped out.
"Shawn?! Gus?!" Juliet gasped sprinting over to the two men caked in mud and blood. Lassiter was on her heels.
"What the hell happened to you guys?!" Carlton asked, concern written all over his face.
"Is that the blueberry?" Juliet gasped pointing to the car in the ditch.
"Yes," Gus gasped. He winced.
"Whats wrong buddy?" Shawn asked, wincing himself and grabbing at his shoulder.
"I think I sprain my coccyx." Gus replied, face twisted with pain.
Shawn rolled his eyes and looked down, "I thought I told you to stop saying that,"
"Grow up, Shawn!" Gus shot back short temperedly.
"We need to get you guys to a hospital," Lassiter said helping Gus to his feet while Shawn allowed Jules to help him. They sloshed through the mud and got into the car, speeding to the hospital, sirens blaring.
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Shawn woke up in a lumpy uncomfortable hospital bed. He gazed around through blurry eyes and groaned letting his head fall back onto the pillow. His arm was in a sling and one side of his face was bandaged. His injuries included: A dislocated shoulder, a split cheek, several cuts and bruises, and a slight concussion. Gus's included: A fractured
cheek bone, a concussion, and a heavily sprain wrist. They doctors said they where lucky. Shawn believed them.
Just then Henry burst in the room. Gus, who was laying in the hospital bed next to Shawn, jumped awake.
"Shawn!" Henry ran over and hugged his son. Shawn, taken by surprise, hesitated, but then hugged back. They broke apart and then Henry looked over his kid.
"You alright, kiddo?" he asked.
"Fine dad."
"Good" then he flicked Shawn's ear.
"Ow!" Shawn yelped, "What was that for?!"
"For scaring me!" Henry huffed. Gus chuckled, then winced and rubbed his temple. Jules and Lassie came in the room.
"Good news!" Jules announced, "Your doctors said you could be discharged today and that you didn't suffer any brain trauma!"
"Any new brain trauma, that is- humph." Lassie added, but broke off as Jules elbowed him in the ribs. "But since were on the topic I guess I'm supposed to ask, Spencer, Guster, how are you feeling?" he continued.
Shawn grinned, ear to ear. "Oh, other then PAIN I guess I feel fine."
Lassie frowned, "Don't be a smart-ass, Spencer. I could of kept driving."
Shawn only smiled wider, "You say that, but you don't mean it."
"Shut up."
"Oh, Lassie-face! You do care!" Shawn grinned stupidly. Lassiter tried to keep a straight face, he really did, but a small smile tugged the corners of the older mans mouth. Gus sat up and looked around.
"Do we have clothes to change into?"
Jules nodded and dug around in the bag she was carrying, handing Gus a shirt and pants and tossing Shawn his clothes. Everyone left and allowed them to change.
"Hey Gus?" Shawn asked. The curtain that separated their rooms rustled.
"Yeah?"
"You still scared of blood?" Shawn asked, pulling his jeans on.
Gus thought for a moment, "Not as much as I used to be. Although I'm terrified of SUV's now."
Shawn was silent, as he struggled to get his shirt on over his sling. "Yeah same here."
After they finished changing they walked out into the lobby, where they were discharged. Lassiter was waiting for them.
"Chief said I had to give you clowns a ride to your office." He stated, not looking to thrilled.
Shawn and Gus exchanged glances.
"Get in that car?" Shawn asked, eyebrows raised. Lassiter nodded. "With you?"
Lassie rolled his eyes, "Spencer, either you want the ride or not! Make up your mind!" he snapped.
Shawn looked at Gus.
"I'm not walking," Gus decided, walking to the car.
Shawn groaned and said, "Alright, shot gun!" he ran over to the passenger side of the cruiser.
"But I had to sit in the back of the cop car last time!" Gus protested.
"Until you call 'shot gun' I get it." he replied, hopping in the car. Lassiter pulled out of the hospital and was barely on the road when Shawn's hand slipped over to the radio.
"No music, Spencer." Lassie said, slapping his hand away.
"Lassie! The spirits want to celebrate my survival with some good music. Your not going to deny them that, are you?" Shawn glared at Carlton.
"Fine. Keep it down though." Shawn beamed, obviously proud at having won the argument.
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"Jessie's girrrl! I wish that I had Jessie's girrl!" Shawn sang loudly as they pulled into the parking lot of the Psych office. He turned expectantly to Gus.
"Where can I find a women like that? Oooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhh hh!" Gus finished. Lassiter hit the button, turning off the music.
"Thanks for the ride, Lass-of-frass!" Shawn called over his shoulder as him and Gus hopped out, slamming the door extra hard.
Carlton sat ridged at the wheel. After half an hour of listening to a various array of 80's music sung by two very tone deaf idiots he had a massive headache coming on. Putting the car into drive he popped an aspirin. He was certain over half of his childhood music, he would never be able to listen to again.
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"Think he'll give us a ride again anytime soon?" Shawn asked, a smirk on his face as he sat down on the couch, adjusting his sling and watching Lassie's car ease out of the parking lot.
"Nope." Gus replied sitting down next to him, the cast on his wrist making him fidget.
"Oh look!" Shawn exclaimed, "Spongebob is on!" he punctuated that remark with a sneeze. Gus scooted away. Grabbing a couple of tissues Shawn blew his nose.
Gus's face wrinkled up slightly, then he sneezed into his arm.
Shawn and Gus exchanged shocked glances, "Ha! Your getting sick!"
"No I'm not its just-" he coughed.
"Ha!" He burst out laughing, which made him start cough, and Gus folded into a sneezing coughing fit.
