"I don't want to hear this, don't... just keep it in the report if you have to but I don't want to hear it."
"Captain Redfield, we have to report this to you. If you want him to come back in the field... I mean after he's healed, if you intend on letting him rejoin your unit, you need to know."
"There's no way he's going to want to rejoin the unit..."
"Sir, please listen, You are his medical proxy. I will be as professional about this as I can." The doctor was some sweet, rosy cheeked woman, doing her best not to stutter under Chris' narrowing stare, wincing as he threw his hands in the air, spouting an over-exaggerated 'fine.' What she was was a damn pain in the ass. She waited all but two seconds before continuing with her little rant, taking in a large breath and hardening herself against the rash behavior of the man before her, drumming her fingers on the plastic clipboard in her hands as a nervous refuge. "Your partner's injuries are extensive, but we've actually managed to stop all bleeding. Two of his ribs were broken, puncturing his right lung." Holding up an x-ray that Chris refused to squint at, the woman sighed, resting it amongst the others inside the files. "The other two ribs were merely fractured, we repaired all of that. His collar bone," her manicured little fingers holding up the next x-ray in the large clipped together bunch, tapped to straighten out the film, holding it up despite Chris' refusal to partake in examining them, "It should heal perfectly, all his broken bones in fact, including his left wrist, they should all be completely healed in a matter of no time. The field work your team does... even if its strenuous, he should be able to compensate easily and regain a full function. We have had all that under control. The gun shot wound to his shoulder couldn't have been cleaner either. It went through without hitting anything major. So most of his injuries although he lost an extensive amount of blood, honestly were all fairly lucky. He should recover from those without any lasting dama-
"Lucky?! LUCKY!" Chris face turned brilliantly red, fury sweeping up his hand into a fist, pounding it down into the counter, ripping the clipboard from her needy little hands and chucked it across the nurse's station, cracking the clipboard and sending papers flying. The paperwork he needed to sign off on was scattered as well, thrown aside and flopping to the floor while the captain bellowed at her, twisting with rage, x-rays crinkling underfoot. "Lucky that his injuries and broken bones were clean? Define clean please, not filled to the brim with vomit, blood, and guts? You mean apart from them being caused while he was face down in his own fluids? Lucky that he hasn't said a fucking thing since we got him here? You are fucking kidding me right? Luck?! I would love to see how lucky you'd feel if you went out there and had a handful of..." His voice quickly tapered, knowing full well he wasn't allowed to debrief these people on the things that had happened. They were doctors, they couldn't hear what types of creatures lived out there, or what disgusting mutations had transfigured from their human forms. They didn't have clearance, but that didn't stop him from reaching out and smashing her pen cup on the ground, in frustration shaking his head from side to side.
"Its the... its the other injuries I'm more concerned about, please let me continue." Bending in her mini charcoal pencil skirt to scoop paper work and translucent black sheets of information on all Piers injuries nervously,she shuffled all the gathered things until they were neatly stacked, she brushed off her knees and onto the floor before clutching the paperwork all to herself, like it would protect her from Chris' wrath. The man in front of her was heaving, his broad chest rising and falling while he fought to control his anger, hoping that the continued unwelcome descriptions wouldn't earn Chris time in a lock up in the local police station. "About his other injuries, the ones sustained during his assault. He was both orally and anally sodomized," Squealing she dodged quickly around the desk as Chris lashed out, bringing both his fists down on the counter top with tremendous force. cracking the surface while tears leaked at the corners of his eyes. "There was semen and other fluids, a lot of blood. I'm sorry this is hard to hear sir, but I have to tell you these things. The damage he sustained was difficult to chart. I'm not sure how long it will take for those to heal. It all really depends on how easy he is on himself, but I'm guessing it won't be as difficult for him as the post traumatic stress he's about to go through," she raised another hand to hush Chris before he had another outburst at her stating the obvious. "Honestly after we forced you to leave Captain so we could operate it became difficult to keep him from lashing out. Sedating him wasn't a simple task."
"How much more shit are you going to make me listen to huh? You want to tell me how much lasting psychological trauma he's going to have? How if I'd gotten there earlier, or if I hadn't let him go at all that he wouldn't be suffering through this? Think I don't feel bad enough?" That was without voicing the already gathering list of objections that HQ had growing on his partner's condition. If he's going to ever make it back from this? Will he become a shell of who he was? How about the most important question that ran circles in his brain? Was his partner now infected with the C-Virus? Chris' voice was dangerously low, threatening her person with every harm she might imagine without needing to lay a hand on her. Swallowing down a thick glob of concern, eyes canted to the side, he watched his partner's back, dark scraps and purpling bruises clinging to every inch of his physique. His shoulder was a mass of cotton wraps, the white starkly contrast to the broken and ruined skin it covered. Laying there with his back to them so he could see every detail with sickening precision, trailing down to the multiple sets of bruised and gored hand prints and claw marks over his hips, disappearing beneath a hospital issue sheet pulled tight around his waist. Those hand marks were killing him, he knew where they were from, at least the one set... He hadn't seen everything, and from the marred tan flesh on Piers' body it was obvious what he had observed had only been the tip of the loathsome iceberg, he could count the number of people by the sets of bruises. Alpha team had shot the thing with the claws that had marred him so badly, sickle like pronged fingers that grappled and torn the flesh on his face and scalp. He'd also seen what kinds of mutations they underwent and guilt hovered over him at the images that danced in his mind, taunting him over what sorts of twisted things they'd done to his partner while he was trapped there alone. "I'm taking him out of here..."
"He just got out of surgery captain... you are going to need to give us some ti-
Thrashing immediately caught everyone's attention, Piers hands reaching out and clawing as his own throat as every monitor in the room went rife with noise, filling his ear canals with sirens. The doctor shoved Chris back surprisingly hard for someone her size,though no less futile, throwing himself inside the room without a seconds thought. "Piers!" Bleeping warnings raised, hands seeking out thrashing limbs as they attempted to tear at his own skin, raking down and leaving a line of beading gems. Injured or not, his partner was plenty stronger than nurses, and Chris winced having to grab hold of that broken wrist, pulling them away from his throat. A ragged scream tore from his body followed by coughing that brought blood leaking from between his lips. "Piers you have to stop this, you're in the hospital. Come on settle down!" His shouting wasn't helping, the doctor reaching up and pricking a needle into the younger man's neck, pushing down the syringe plunger flush until there was nothing left of the clear fluids she pumped into his veins. "You didn't have to do that... " Chris voice tapered, watching eyes roll up into the younger man's head before he fell slack, all muscles losing their resistance to fight. Larger hands helped to secure the younger one's straps to hold them down as the nurse's got to work stabilizing him, running a hand over cold sweat that had broken out over his forehead, noting the way he turned into contact despite the sedative "He's not dangerous... he's just," he didn't want to say it out loud, didn't want to say that he was scared. Piers was never scared, but the way he'd gone at his own throat it seemed like he was trying to tear out his own voice box. The moment his hand touched Piers, Chris felt light headed, taking the time to really look at the wounds lining his neck, squinting while his thumb grazed the skin. The touch of his flesh was completely different there, the cool dampness almost burning on his neck and traveling further down. His throat was tight, like he was trying to swallow something that wasn't there, and Chris shook it off immediately, letting his fingers trail back up to cradle his face.
As the nurses reattached IVs and buzzed around them anxiously, Chris ignoring them as his partner hummed quietly into his larger hand, stuck staring at the young face. He was so damn beautiful. Even like this... He didn't know when he started thinking of Piers as beautiful... he never had, or at least he'd never wanted to admit it, but his face nuzzling into him like that... The doctor was staring, he didn't care. "I thought you stopped all the bleeding, why's there so much in his mouth." He couldn't tear his eyes away, those pouted lips parting ever so slightly as he breathed in, crimson leaking down over his cheek and pooling, seeping into the pillowcase. Curling into the slightest smile, Chris' thumbed over the sensitive broken tissue, hypnotized by them, dipping a thumb between his lips up to his first knuckle to judge how much more blood was in his mouth, feeling something brush against his thumb and the slick almost burning heat against his rough pad, a wince coming as something pried at his mind letting his irrational side take over. "Doctor get me discharge papers now," ignoring her protests and shutting her up with a glower he continued, "I have clearance to do it, so get the papers now. I'm taking him out of here." the slightest moan came from between Piers' lips and Chris swallowed shaking his head. He didn't care, he didn't want to know. Piers was his partner, he was going to be fine, even if he had to take care of him himself, he wouldn't let HQ turn this into a witch hunt. These people didn't know Piers, this would not be his downfall.
huh, I wonder... Anyone who wants to see something in particular I suggest a pm or review, because I'm taking suggestions now on how this goes... this is probably the safest chapter allowed in this.