I Got You
Author's Note: For Week 3 of Febressuary. I put a Keenler spin on this one. I worked with the prompt "I got you."
Let me know what you think.
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"Jesus," Liz swore as he crouched down next to her.
"Broken or sprained?" He asked as he saw her gritting her teeth.
She banged her hand against the wall and let out a guttural noise. It was either a very bad ankle break or something else entirely.
He started to reach for her ankle when he noted she was holding her calf.
"Don't!" She screamed.
"Liz?" He asked as his hands hovered over her leg.
"I think I snapped my achilles," she huffed as he noted beads of sweat breaking out on her forehead.
"Oh shit," he said, knowing that was an injury that was incredibly painful.
"I can't…the pain…" Liz huffed.
Ressler looked around and got up, grabbing some paint can stir sticks and duct table and dropping them on the floor next to her. He walked into the washroom and grabbed a fresh sponge out of plastic wrapping and turned on the water as cold as possible, soaking it before he walked back to her and crouched down next to her. Liz's skin was pale, and she looked like she was going to pass out.
"Trust me, okay?" He asked gently as he looked into her eyes.
She winced and nodded, and he reached to gently pull back her hand. He positioned her foot at a ninety-degree flat-footed angle and tried to block out her screaming and clutching onto his leg as he did. He placed the freezing cold sponge on the back of her ankle and calf and braced all the paint sticks around it and across the bottom of her foot, duct taping as he did. At one point she got quiet, and he thought she had passed out, but she was still breathing shallowly as she leaned her back against the nearby wall. She looked white as a ghost. Once properly braced he stood and dropped his leftover equipment on the nearby bench and unclicked the locks on their car outside.
"Let's get you to the hospital," he said as he crouched down and started to place his one arm around her back and other arm under her leg.
She nodded and bit her lip and he stood with her in his arms.
"You okay?" he asked.
She nodded and gripped tightly around his neck.
"It's okay, Liz," he smiled softly down at her. "I've got you."
He carried her to their car and carefully placed her in the back seat before he got into the driver's seat to get to the hospital.
"And neither of us thought that old man could run…" Ressler commented as he started the car.
The end.