Hi all!
How did you all enjoy the fire? I'm soo pleased that Syed got out alright! And then once I saw Syed was alright, I was all like ''Where's Christian?''
Anyone know when we get to see Chryed next? I think I'll die if I have to wait til November!
xoxoxo
Christian POV:
It seemed to take forever for the ambulance to make its way through the Square. The paramedic was now trying to ask me the questions he had failed to ask me before he loaded me and Syed onto the ambulance. I think, in his eyes, Syed was the most injured person there; the most important thing to him was getting him to the hospital; the questions could be asked later.
"Sir?"
"Sorry?" I really was finding it hard to focus. Everything had happened so fast, it was as though my head was trying to catch up with itself.
"Your name, sir?"
"Christian. Christian Clarke."
"OK Mr Clarke. And, do you know this other gentleman?"
"Syed. Syed Masood. He's my partner." The paramedic nodded, and it was good to know that he wasn't against us. Too often had I introduced someone, not only Syed, but other men, too, as my partner, and had been met with looks of disgust. The paramedic, although he may have just been acting professionally, didn't seem to have any objections to our relationship, and it put me at ease.
"Is he allergic to anything, Mr Clarke?"
"Not that I know of," I wracked my brains, trying to think of any time that I had heard Syed mention that he was allergic to something.
"Can you tell us what happened to your partner, Mr Clarke?" I know it was only his job, but the whole 'Mr Clarke' thing was getting kinda old.
"I...He was in the pub when the fire started. He went upstairs to rescue a baby trapped up there. I think he must have inhaled a lot of smoke. He started to climb out of the window after he rescued the baby, but there was an explosion and he lost his grip. I...I heard something crack when he fell, but he opened his eyes for a split second before you lot got here." I was trying to be as specific as I could; since I wasn't there for the majority of the incident, I couldn't tell him exactly how long Syed had been trapped inside the building.
"And what happened to you, Mr Clarke?" I was starting to become more aware of the pain in my back. The adrenaline I had felt when I needed to get Syed to safety was wearing off, and the pain was coming in its place.
"I know I should have left him, but I had to get him away from the flames," the paramedic nodded, taking a note on his clip board. "As I was moving him, there was another explosion, and I covered his body with my own to prevent any glass from flying onto him."
"A very brave thing to do sir. And I'd say, under the circumstances, that moving him was probably the best thing you could have done for him." I nodded, relieved that I had done something right.
"Is he gonna be OK?"
"He inhaled a lot of smoke, but we should be able to sort that out. There shouldn't be any permanent damage from the smoke inhalation. When he fell, he was very lucky." Lucky? Was this guy for real? He thought that Syed was lucky for falling from a burning building? He must have caught a look of confusion or anger on my face, because he corrected himself immediately. "What I mean is, he's lucky that he didn't fall on his spine. He would have broken it without a doubt. As it is, it seems that he's only broken his leg and dislocated his shoulder. In time, he should make a full recovery." I let out a breath I didn't realise I'd been holding. Syed's recovery was the most important thing to me now, and the reassurance that he would be OK was all that I needed to let the relief wash over me. Before I knew it, the tears were streaming down my face; a combination of the trauma which we had both gone through tonight, mixed with the relief of knowing that my Syed wasn't being taken away from me yet again.
As we pulled up to the hospital, the paramedics unloaded Syed first, him being in a more serious condition than me. I made to follow them through to the treatment area, but one of the nurses started leading me in the opposite direction. Although it went against every bone in my body, I allowed myself to be led away from Syed, knowing that there was nothing more that I could do for him at the moment. I knew that he would only be assessed and then treated, possibly taken into surgery. Besides, I had to get myself sorted out if I was going to take care of him. I'd be no good to him if I had to come back to hopsital at a later date because I'd developed sepsis, or whatever they called it.
I couldn't help but notice the way the nurse checked me out. Poor thing. He didn't understand that I already belonged to someone else; that he didn't have a hope of hell of ever getting me into bed. After years and years of doing it myself, I knew when someone was trying to give me 'the look'. I'd seen it a million times before. They try to hold your gaze, make sure they've got your attention. Follow that with the wink, and most men are putty in their hands. Well, not this man. My heart already had an owner, and nothing was ever gonna make me betray him.
Luckily, most of the shards of glass which had cut into my back had flown right out again due to the force of the explosion. The few pieces which remained were thankfully large enough that I didn't need surgery to remove them; the nurse who was pawing over me was able to remove them with a simple local anaesthetic (while attempting to feel me up, I might add) and a pair of tweezers (yeah, alright, I know they're not technically called 'tweezers', but hey, I never said I was a medical expert). Although the anaesthetic blocked out most of the pain, I couldn't help but wince as I felt him dig the shards of glass out of my back. Once he had me all stitched up, the first thing I did was ask about Syed.
"How's Syed? Can I see him?"
"Is that the bloke you came in with?" Nurse Touchy-Feely was starting to get on my nerves, so I decided to pay him back in kind.
"Yeah, my partner." I almost laughed at the disappointed look on his face. But hey, look at me! As though he could ever think that I would be single! Even when I didn't want a long term relationship, I always made sure I had someone on the go.
"He's just got out of theatre. They managed to fix up his arm, and they've placed metal plates in his leg to reinforce the bones until they are strong enough to mend again." I breathed a sigh of relief.
"Can I see him?"
"He's still sedated. It's very unlikely that he'll be coming around any time soon." Translation: there's no point in you sticking around here. Why not come back to mine?
"I'd still like to sit with him, if that's alright? Be there for him when he wakes up."
"Of course," Nurse Touchy-Feely was clearly reluctant to let me go, but in the end, his treatment of me was done, and there was no force on this Earth that could keep me from seeing Syed now. He reluctantly took me to intensive care in a wheelchair, making me stay in one of those dreadful hospital gowns until the doctor came to discharge me. As he helped me out of the chair and led me into Syed's room, I held my breath. What if he looked worse than before, now that he'd had surgery?
As Nurse Touchy-Feely left, I was left with no option but to face my fears. I had to stifle a gasp. Syed looked terrible. His arm and leg were both in casts, and there was an oxygen mask attached to his face. I made my way over to him, conscious of every step I took, desperate not to wake him. Something told me that he needed his rest more than anything. I slowly sat in the seat next to his bed; the pain in my back was a lot worse now than it had been since the anaesthetic was wearing off. I tentatively took Syed's hand in mine, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest. Now that I had a better look at him, I could see the impact that the fire had had on him. His face was darkened from the ash, and was covered in tiny cuts. His chest and the tops of his arms were also covered in cuts, and his side was badly bruised from his fall. I tentatively placed my lips onto his, every fibre of my being constantly reassured by the soft bleeping of the machine telling me that he was still alive.
A/N: In a recent interview, Marc Elliott (Syed) said that he thought that Christian and Syed's relationship had ''become boring''! As long as we get our little Chryed fix, I don't really care what they're doing! Marc is also currently ''preparing to have a break from filming'', so it seems that our Chryed fix will be cut even shorter :'( However, he's also admitted that there's some ''big stuff'' coming up. So plus sides and negatives from his interview.
