Title: Remember
Rating: PG
Spoilers: No
Disclaimer: I don't own nothing.
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"Dave, wake up…you've got to wake up, please wake up," Randi whispered to him softly, rubbing his hand.To her surprise, Dave began to slowly open his eyes. He looked around and groaned. He was in the ICU.
"Oh, God, not again," he moaned, rubbing his head with his free hand, which was in a cast.
Randi let out a small laugh. "You got that right. You've really got to stop scaring us like this."
He sighed and looked at her. "What happened?"
"I was hoping that you'd tell me," she replied.
"All I remember is my some kid and a baseball bat connecting with my gut," he answered.
Randi looked down and realized she was still holding his hand. She started to pull back, but he held on.
"No, don't let go," he said, quietly.
She looked up at him again. "Dave?"
"Yeah?"
"You left because we were fighting, didn't you?"
He was silent for a moment, thinking over his answer. He slowly nodded.
Randi sniffled, her eyes beginning to tear up. "I'm so sorry."
"Hey," he whispered, "forget about it."
"How am I supposed to do that? It's my fault that you got hurt."
"Randi…I…listen, you're not the only one who was fighting and I shouldn't have ran out in the first place. It is far from being your fault, do you understand me?"
She sniffled again and nodded. "Why did you run away, anyway?"
Dave paused. He didn't really want to get into these, but it might feel good to let it out.
"You don't have to tell if you don't want to," Randi told him, sensing his discomfort.
"Uh, no, it's okay. See, none of my birthdays have gone well. There was, uh…there was always a fight on my birthday. They always had something to do with me or something I did. I'd end up getting beaten by my dad and he'd just leave. When you and Jing-Mei started fighting, it was just a natural instinct for me to bail. I guess it didn't do me much good though."
Randi bit her lower lip. "I had no idea, Dave, I'm sorry."
"Yeah, well…I only told a few things. I didn't tell you my life story," he said.
Randi averted her eyes from his. "Can I ask you something?"
"Of course you can."
"Do you remember the first time?"
"The first time…like, the first time I had sex?" Dave asked, causing his face to fill with a look of joy.
Randi rolled her eyes. "No, doofus," she joked. Her tone became more serious. "I meant the first time you were…you know…abused?"
Dave's face immediately fell. "Oh…uh, yeah, well, of course I remember it, it's not exactly something a person would forget."
"Would you tell me about it?"
"Why?"
"I don't know…it's just…I want to learn more about you."
"And you're going to do this by finding out about the first time I was abused?"
She laughed.
"I can't talk about it yet, Randi, I'm not ready. Maybe sometime soon, but not now."
"Don't worry, Dave, I understand."
There was a moment of silence between the two as they sat in the room, hand- in-hand.
"Randi, I read what was in your notebook," Dave blurted.
"What?" she asked. Her heart's pace began to quicken.
"I read your poems," he told her, mentally trying to shut himself up. "The poems about me."
"Oh, God," Randi muttered to herself. "Dave, I…"
"Randi, it's cool. Your poems are great. Most of them really touched my heart."
"Real…really?" she asked.
"Yes, really…I didn't know you felt like that about me."
"Yeah, well, I did a pretty good job of hiding it. And how did you get your hands on my notebook?"
"You left it in here that one time, remember? Then you came back to get it."
"Oh," she whispered. She was about to say something else until Dr. Corday interrupted her.
"Oh, Dave, good, you're awake," Elizabeth said, happily. "Good morning, Randi."
"Good morning, Doctor Corday," Randi replied, nodding in her direction. "Uh, Dave, I'm going to go back downstairs for a little while, but I'll be back, okay?"
"Yeah, okay…I'll see you later," he replied, upset that she was leaving.
She lifted his hand to her lips and gently kissed it before setting it onto the bed and unlocking her hand with his. She started to walk out of the room but stopped to wave goodbye at Dave before leaving. He gave her a smile and waved back. He looked back at Dr. Corday.
"So, doc, is everything working? I mean, I'll be able to go pick up some girls soon, right?" he joked.
"Well, Dave, your sense of humor seems to be in check," she commented. "I'm going to need to see your injuries, okay?"
Dave nodded.
"Okay, if you can just sit up for me…"
Dave began to sit up but realized that it caused much pain and sank back down. He groaned.
"Dave? Are you all right?" Elizabeth said, rushing from the head of the bed to his side when she heard his moan of pain.
"Yeah, I think so," he said. He finally managed to pull himself into a sitting position. Elizabeth untied his hospital gown and felt around his back, noticing some old scars.
"Dave, where did these old scars come from?" she asked, curiously.
"My dad," he stated, matter-of-factly.
"What?" she asked in surprise.
"You haven't heard yet?" he asked. "Ask the nurses downstairs," he suggested when he saw her shake her head.
"Your father abused you?" she asked.
"Yeah…but if you don't mind, I don't really feel like talking about it."
"That's not a problem. It's none of my business…you can lay back down now. I'm going to examine your stomach and chest."
He lay back down, relieved to be able to have rest again. Elizabeth poked around his ribs and he jerked in pain. Elizabeth immediately pulled her hands away.
"Dave, calm down, it'll be okay," she comforted, putting a hand on his arm.
He nodded and took a deep breath. He looked down at his stomach and the sight of the many bruises made him sick to his stomach. Elizabeth put her hands back to where they had been and Dave bit his lip to keep himself from crying out in pain and reduced to wincing instead. After a few minutes of this, Elizabeth was done.
"All right, I'm finished, Dave," she told him. "I'm afraid you'll have to sit up again so I can tie your hospital gown."
Dave groaned again as he sat up. She quickly tied it and helped him back down onto the pillow.
"Now, I want you to get some rest, do you understand?" Elizabeth ordered.
"Yeah, I got it," Dave replied. "Dr. Corday?"
"Yes, Dave?"
"Did anything major go wrong with me?"
"Well…they told me that you went into V-Fib downstairs in the trauma room…you have a few broken ribs, a fractured arm, and…" Elizabeth said slowly, but Dave began to drown her voice out. His eyes were feeling very heavy. Elizabeth noticed him dozing off and stopped talking.
"Do you need anything for the pain, Dave?" she asked, before leaving to let him sleep.
He shook his head and closed his eyes completely, falling asleep. Elizabeth smiled at the young man before her. She smoothed his hair before getting up and walking out of the room.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: No
Disclaimer: I don't own nothing.
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"Dave, wake up…you've got to wake up, please wake up," Randi whispered to him softly, rubbing his hand.To her surprise, Dave began to slowly open his eyes. He looked around and groaned. He was in the ICU.
"Oh, God, not again," he moaned, rubbing his head with his free hand, which was in a cast.
Randi let out a small laugh. "You got that right. You've really got to stop scaring us like this."
He sighed and looked at her. "What happened?"
"I was hoping that you'd tell me," she replied.
"All I remember is my some kid and a baseball bat connecting with my gut," he answered.
Randi looked down and realized she was still holding his hand. She started to pull back, but he held on.
"No, don't let go," he said, quietly.
She looked up at him again. "Dave?"
"Yeah?"
"You left because we were fighting, didn't you?"
He was silent for a moment, thinking over his answer. He slowly nodded.
Randi sniffled, her eyes beginning to tear up. "I'm so sorry."
"Hey," he whispered, "forget about it."
"How am I supposed to do that? It's my fault that you got hurt."
"Randi…I…listen, you're not the only one who was fighting and I shouldn't have ran out in the first place. It is far from being your fault, do you understand me?"
She sniffled again and nodded. "Why did you run away, anyway?"
Dave paused. He didn't really want to get into these, but it might feel good to let it out.
"You don't have to tell if you don't want to," Randi told him, sensing his discomfort.
"Uh, no, it's okay. See, none of my birthdays have gone well. There was, uh…there was always a fight on my birthday. They always had something to do with me or something I did. I'd end up getting beaten by my dad and he'd just leave. When you and Jing-Mei started fighting, it was just a natural instinct for me to bail. I guess it didn't do me much good though."
Randi bit her lower lip. "I had no idea, Dave, I'm sorry."
"Yeah, well…I only told a few things. I didn't tell you my life story," he said.
Randi averted her eyes from his. "Can I ask you something?"
"Of course you can."
"Do you remember the first time?"
"The first time…like, the first time I had sex?" Dave asked, causing his face to fill with a look of joy.
Randi rolled her eyes. "No, doofus," she joked. Her tone became more serious. "I meant the first time you were…you know…abused?"
Dave's face immediately fell. "Oh…uh, yeah, well, of course I remember it, it's not exactly something a person would forget."
"Would you tell me about it?"
"Why?"
"I don't know…it's just…I want to learn more about you."
"And you're going to do this by finding out about the first time I was abused?"
She laughed.
"I can't talk about it yet, Randi, I'm not ready. Maybe sometime soon, but not now."
"Don't worry, Dave, I understand."
There was a moment of silence between the two as they sat in the room, hand- in-hand.
"Randi, I read what was in your notebook," Dave blurted.
"What?" she asked. Her heart's pace began to quicken.
"I read your poems," he told her, mentally trying to shut himself up. "The poems about me."
"Oh, God," Randi muttered to herself. "Dave, I…"
"Randi, it's cool. Your poems are great. Most of them really touched my heart."
"Real…really?" she asked.
"Yes, really…I didn't know you felt like that about me."
"Yeah, well, I did a pretty good job of hiding it. And how did you get your hands on my notebook?"
"You left it in here that one time, remember? Then you came back to get it."
"Oh," she whispered. She was about to say something else until Dr. Corday interrupted her.
"Oh, Dave, good, you're awake," Elizabeth said, happily. "Good morning, Randi."
"Good morning, Doctor Corday," Randi replied, nodding in her direction. "Uh, Dave, I'm going to go back downstairs for a little while, but I'll be back, okay?"
"Yeah, okay…I'll see you later," he replied, upset that she was leaving.
She lifted his hand to her lips and gently kissed it before setting it onto the bed and unlocking her hand with his. She started to walk out of the room but stopped to wave goodbye at Dave before leaving. He gave her a smile and waved back. He looked back at Dr. Corday.
"So, doc, is everything working? I mean, I'll be able to go pick up some girls soon, right?" he joked.
"Well, Dave, your sense of humor seems to be in check," she commented. "I'm going to need to see your injuries, okay?"
Dave nodded.
"Okay, if you can just sit up for me…"
Dave began to sit up but realized that it caused much pain and sank back down. He groaned.
"Dave? Are you all right?" Elizabeth said, rushing from the head of the bed to his side when she heard his moan of pain.
"Yeah, I think so," he said. He finally managed to pull himself into a sitting position. Elizabeth untied his hospital gown and felt around his back, noticing some old scars.
"Dave, where did these old scars come from?" she asked, curiously.
"My dad," he stated, matter-of-factly.
"What?" she asked in surprise.
"You haven't heard yet?" he asked. "Ask the nurses downstairs," he suggested when he saw her shake her head.
"Your father abused you?" she asked.
"Yeah…but if you don't mind, I don't really feel like talking about it."
"That's not a problem. It's none of my business…you can lay back down now. I'm going to examine your stomach and chest."
He lay back down, relieved to be able to have rest again. Elizabeth poked around his ribs and he jerked in pain. Elizabeth immediately pulled her hands away.
"Dave, calm down, it'll be okay," she comforted, putting a hand on his arm.
He nodded and took a deep breath. He looked down at his stomach and the sight of the many bruises made him sick to his stomach. Elizabeth put her hands back to where they had been and Dave bit his lip to keep himself from crying out in pain and reduced to wincing instead. After a few minutes of this, Elizabeth was done.
"All right, I'm finished, Dave," she told him. "I'm afraid you'll have to sit up again so I can tie your hospital gown."
Dave groaned again as he sat up. She quickly tied it and helped him back down onto the pillow.
"Now, I want you to get some rest, do you understand?" Elizabeth ordered.
"Yeah, I got it," Dave replied. "Dr. Corday?"
"Yes, Dave?"
"Did anything major go wrong with me?"
"Well…they told me that you went into V-Fib downstairs in the trauma room…you have a few broken ribs, a fractured arm, and…" Elizabeth said slowly, but Dave began to drown her voice out. His eyes were feeling very heavy. Elizabeth noticed him dozing off and stopped talking.
"Do you need anything for the pain, Dave?" she asked, before leaving to let him sleep.
He shook his head and closed his eyes completely, falling asleep. Elizabeth smiled at the young man before her. She smoothed his hair before getting up and walking out of the room.