Hello again.
I am deeply saddened.
I am deeply saddened because there is not a lot of whump going on. I LOVE reading whump more than I love writing it!
Anyway, I need some suggestions so leave some in a review. Literally. If you have LOADS of ideas, tell me ALL of them!
This is the DD9 story
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"See you all tomorrow!" Julian called as he walked out of the kitchen, ready to go home.
"See you later" The entire staff replied back, Julian couldn't even tell whose voice belonged to whom.
He smiled and walked through the dining area. It was still pretty busy, even if it was 8pm and already dark.
Walking through the dining area, he left the restaurant and made his way home to his apartment. He had an exam coming up and desperately needed to revise if he ever wanted to become a Doctor.
His apartment wasn't that far away, about a 10 minute walk. Miles had offered to give him a lift, but he kindly declined, stating that by the time Miles got the car running, Julian would already have gotten home.
He smiled at the memory of Miles' face when he insulted his beloved car. It was ten years old and continuously had problems, but Miles refused to buy another one.
He approached the alley he normally cut through, it only saved roughly two minutes from his journey but it was still quicker. He stood at the entrance for a moment, deciding whether or not to take the risk.
Anyone could be down there. Better safe than sorry.
He decided to go for the safe option and continued walking along the street lit roads.
Turning the last corner, he came across a man slumped down against a wall.
A tramp.
Julian hated seeing people like this. It made him sad. He vowed to himself that when he graduated, he'll try his best to give these people proper medical care.
He took two steps past the man, when the tramp lifted his head and looked at Julian's face "Yo man. You got any change?!" His voice was slurred; the empty alcohol bottle dumped down next to him supported Julian's theory that the man was drunk.
He did have money, but he was a student, and thus, poor. He needed the money for travel, rent and food. He couldn't just spare any of it for someone who would just waste it on alcohol or drugs or whatever.
Avoiding eye contact and continuing walking, Julian apologised "Sorry. I don't"
"Hey!" The man shouted, he sounded angry.
Damn. Keep walking Julian. Just keep walking.
He put his hands in his pocket, first of all to keep his change from getting pinched, and also to keep a hold of his phone in case he would need it.
He prayed he didn't.
"I'm talkin' to ya!"
Julian shouted back "I don't have anything, I spent it on the bus!"
"Bullshit! I heards you jingle whens you walked past me. You gots change. Don't lie" The man stood up, swaying. He began a staggered walk after Julian.
Shit. Keep walking, Julian. You're nearly there!
What he didn't expect was a sudden hand on his shoulder and someone turning him round.
He felt his stomach tighten when he was turned to face the drunken tramp; his breath smelt like his teeth had never been brushed. "Hey" Julian raised his hands above his head, as a sign of non-hostility.
Mistake.
Before he knew what was happening, he felt the strangers hands delve into his pockets and grab everything out of his pockets.
Including his keys, which he needed for his apartment but more importantly it had a key ring that was given to him by Elim.
He grabbed a hold of the tramps wrists, tightening his fingers hard enough to bruise. "Give me my keys"
He loved that key ring. It was just a stupid photo souvenir from a theme park, but to him it was precious. The face Elim pulled showed nothing of the ride they went on. Julian was hugging onto Elim with mock terror as they rode through the ghost train, but Elim did not seem amused. All Julian could see when he looked at his face was the word "seriously?" That was the only way to explain Elim's face.
He couldn't let this complete stranger steal it off of him.
"Give my stuff back"
The tramp tried to struggle but intoxication made him weak and dizzy. He soon slumped to the ground, his weight pulling Julian with him.
Whoa.
Julian quickly let go of the wrists, he didn't want to come in contact with this man any more than necessary.
Mistake.
Before he knew what was happening, the tramp jumped back up and pulled a knife. A long knife.
Julian's eyes went wide, he had to calm the man down or he would strike.
But I can't let him take the key ring.
"Please. Give me my keys" he quietly pleaded.
The man held the keys in front of his face, mocking him. "Nnnnnnnnope!" He smiled a revolting smile; every one of his teeth was black from decay.
"Please. Just the key ring" he tried again, hoping the man wouldn't throw them down a gutter.
The tramp laughed, his breath hit Julian's nostrils and he couldn't help but cough. It was disgusting.
"Please. Just the key ring" the Tramp mocked Julian's British accent, while all the time holding the knife in a steady hand.
"Please…"
"Ha! Nope! Who's this man? You're papa?"
"Please. Just give it back"
"Not till you tell me who this man is!"
"He's a friend"
"An older friend" the man squinted at the photo and his eyes went wide "You're holding hands!"
"Yes" Julian replied with blunt honesty.
The Tramp threw down the key set in disgust, before he brought knife up and placed it against Julian's throat. "You're gay"
Shit. Don't tell me this man is a homophobic.
"We're good friends!"
"No! You're gay. You're filth!" The man lowered the knife, only to plunge it deep in Julian's midsection.
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"Sorry, Elim. You just missed him. He left about five minutes ago. If you rush, you should catch up with him" Kira talked as she was filling out another order.
Elim inclined his head in a way of thanks. He waved at the other staff in the kitchen and walked out the door.
He planned on surprising Julian at work, but his shop kept him busy. He had hoped he got there before Julian left, but sadly not.
Trying Julian's mobile phone proved useless. The stupid boy never keeps it on loud.
Elim knew the way to Julian's apartment by heart; he should be there in no time at all.
Approaching the same alley Julian stopped by earlier, he stopped. Would Julian go down there?
Elim shook his head, stupid! Julian would never go down an alley when it's dark.
Giving a little chuckle, he began walking the way he initially planned.
Until.
A man was stumbling towards him; it looked like he was limping. Was he injured?
The closer Elim got to the man; he noticed the clothes and the beard, an obvious homeless man.
He did what he always did, and kept his head high. It was important to not let them know you feel intimidated. He stopped in his tracks when he saw the man holding a knife, a bloody knife.
"s'you!" The man slurred.
Elim looked him in the eye, whilst all the time paying attention to the hand with the knife "Do I know you?"
The Tramp smiled "You're the gay man"
What?
"Excuse me?"
The man laughed "The key ring man! The boyfriend of the other gay man."
Key ring?
"What are you talking about?"
The man looked him carefully in the face, squinting "That British man. S'your boyfriend"
Shit
"WHAT?!" Elim felt his heart stop; the man was holding a knife, a bloody knife. And now he just mentioned a British man?
The key ring! The one from that theme park.
Julian!
Elim brought back his fist and delivered a solid punch to the Tramps nose. The man went down like a lead balloon, and Elim sprinted the route to Julian's home.
Shit! Shit! Shit!
Already pulling out his phone as he ran, he called for emergency services.
Taking the last turn to Julian's apartment building, he saw a limp figure lying on the ground.
"Julian!"
Elim ran up to the figure and dropped to his knees; he placed his arms behind Julian's back and raised him up.
"Julian"
His lover was completely limp, and too pale. He looked dead.
Elim gently patted Julian's cheek, trying to get a response, when he remembered the knife.
Stupid!
He noticed the large blood stain on Julian's top, and didn't even think when he applied pressure to the wound.
"Julian" His mind was a complete mess, he couldn't think straight. It didn't even occur to him to check his pulse or breathing. He just kept sufficient pressure on the wound and waited for the ambulance and police to arrive.
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"Deep Dish Nine, this is Kira"
There was heavy breathing on the other line, but it was nothing she hadn't already come across. Dukat was constantly ringing her and flirting, it annoyed her to no end.
She was about to hang up, when a voice came through.
"Nerys. It's…Elim"
Why is Elim calling? She already told him Julian went home. "What is it?"
She heard a gulp and something that sounded a lot like a sob "I'm at the hospital with Julian. Someone attacked him and he's in surgery"
Kira froze. What? Julian was attacked?! By whom?! She shouted down the phone, startling the customers and employees "What hospital? What happened?"
Jadzia and Ezri stopped their movements, Kira sounded worried, very worried. Something was wrong, and they feared it had something to do with a close friend.
"Alright. We'll be right there" She hung up and ran to the locker room, while on the way shouting at the workers "Julian's hurt. He's at the hospital"
Ezri sprinted to catch up with her "Julian's hurt? What happened?"
Kira grabbed her coat and purse, as did Ezri and Jadzia "He got mugged on the way home. The thief drew out a knife"
"Oh my god…" Jadzia felt a tear run down her face as Ezri threw her hand to cover her mouth. Julian was their friend, and they would be damned if he didn't survive.
"We need to go, but someone needs to stay here" Kira stated as she put her coat on and began walking to the exit.
At that moment, Worf approached the women, and informed them that he would remain at the restaurant.
Jadzia kissed him on the cheek and rang Miles to let him know what had happened.
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Doctor Curtis was sweating. The wound was bad, cutting multiple organs and spreading infection throughout the patient's body. It was undeterminable what was going to happen, but it didn't look good.
He remembered the very moment he had been called to treat a mugging victim, how young he was. It made him angry that there was a man on the streets that had caused such an injury, until the patient's partner informed him that the assailant was on his way to the police station, with a nasty concussion.
He saw the genuine worry in the man's eyes, it wasn't one of worry that a friend was injured; it was one that a loved one was injured. Judging by the difference in skin colour, he assumed the two were romantically involved and not blood related.
His assumption was confirmed when one of his nurses asked the man his relationship with the patient. It took a while to find his voice through the commotion of pushing the stretcher to the operation room, but he coughed and answered "H-he's my boyfriend"
Curtis shook his head to get rid of the memory; he hated seeing family members or loved ones worried over each other, it made his job so difficult at times.
He had to focus on the repair of the wounds and the draining of the poison from the cut intestine. It was a messy process, but nothing he hadn't done before. The patient was breathing steadily, if a bit shallow and his pulse was beating at the correct pace.
He had already been in surgery for three hours, and only recently managed to repair up the stomach. All that was left was to drain the fluid from his body, stitch him up and give him another blood transfusion.
The whole operation should be done in two more hours, albeit any complications.
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Elim was in the waiting room, staring in front of him. His clothes were covered in blood and his hands were shaking, he felt truly scared. He couldn't remember the last time he felt so afraid. Everything was playing through his mind, the man, his voice, his taunting voice. The bloody knife that had been so brutally use to impale his lover! It made him sick, physically sick. He had only just come back from the bathroom to expel the contents of his stomach.
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of multiple people running, he glanced up and saw Kira. She saw him and ran up to him. Elim pushed himself out of his seat in time for Kira to crush him in a hug.
"Elim! How is he?"
Jadzia and Ezri took turns to hug Elim before he told them what the nurse had informed him of twenty minutes ago. "It's bad, the knife cut through his intestines and fluid was escaping. They stopped the leakage before the poison spread to the rest of his body. Now, they are focussing on the wound and blood loss. But I don't know any more than that" He couldn't hold back the tears anymore and collapsed against Jadzia's shoulder, his feelings pouring out without end.
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"PADDLES!" Doctor Curtis yelled.
The surgery was almost over, but the young man obviously couldn't keep up with his injuries. The flatline tone echoed all around him and he looked up at the readouts.
"He's still breathing" He called out as one nurse started charging up the paddles.
"Are we charged?" He shouted, picking up the paddles and hovering them over the young man's chest.
"We're charged"
"Clear!"
Still flatline, but at least he was still breathing.
"Charged?"
"Charged!"
"Clear"
Curtis kept an eye on his patient, the way his body arched off the table when the electric current ran through his body, the way his face showed no sign of anything. He sighed with relief when the cardiac beeper sounded. His heart is pumping.
"Keep the paddles on standby, we might need them again. But I hope we don't. We only have to seal the wound"
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Miles came running along the corridor, seeing his fellow employees and Garak sitting on the chairs, waiting.
"Elim! What happened?"
Before any of them could tell him, a nurse walked out of the surgery, her scrubs covered in blood and other fluids none of them wanted to know about.
She removed her face mask and smiled at them "He's fine, he's wounds are all healed and we are not expecting complications. It is also important that I tell you his heart stopped during surgery, we used the paddles twice and his heart began pumping again. That was the only complication" She turned her head to Elim "Are you his boyfriend?"
Elim was so happy, he couldn't even speak, he only nodded.
She smiled and gestured he follow her "He's very lucky. It was truly fortunate that you decided to follow him; otherwise he still may be out there. He owes you his life"
Elim once again nodded, his mind was over flowing with relief and things we wanted to say, but simply couldn't breathe fourth a single word.
"You can see him, we're moving him to room 429 but he'll be unconscious for a while. You can stay with him as long as you want, then the others can join you"
Elim finally found his voice "So. He'll be alright?" his voice trembling, he always believed that nothing could not ever go wrong.
The nurse smiled and patted his shoulder "He's going to be absolutely fine! He'll be sore when he wakes up and we want him in for at least a week but other than that…" she shrugged her shoulders and raised her eyebrows "He's one hundred percent fine"
Elim couldn't help it. He hugged the nurse with all the strength he could muster. Words could not begin to describe how he felt; he hoped that this gesture revealed his gratitude.
It did.
The nurse laughed and pushed him away, and pointed to her scrubs, then to Elim's clothes. "You need to throw that top away, Mr Garak. C'mon, I'll show you where the changing room is and you can grab a spare shirt"
Elim followed her and prayed to every single god he could think of that this nurse and the entire surgical team get rewarded in some way.
Julian was fine.
He wasn't going to die.
And it was thanks to the hospital staff.
He promised himself he would send them a gift basket as soon as Julian got home.
END
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I hope you liked it!
Once again, I ask for suggestions.
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Now for a preview of Rob's suggestion!
""Garak doesn't know anything…" Julian began, and was about to finish his sentence when the Android shouted at him.
"Enough! I don't want to hear your voice anymore! Stop talking and let me do my work!" The Android brought out a needle type device and was aiming it for Garak's arm.
Oh no!
Julian brought up all his courage and spoke "You'll have to stop me from talking then, because I won't shut up willingly"
He felt his stomach churn as he saw the Android's posture tense, he obviously didn't like Julian very much, but he needed to distract him from Garak…"