He's herded away. Away from the car crash, the blurring lights and the confusing crowds of people. Inside the ambulance, he begins to breathe a little easier.
His arms and legs feel like they are floating and Quatre starts to feel light headed. Drifting into sleep, his chin knocking his chest, the fear starts to recede.
When he wakes he's out stretched on a collapsible cot. It's cramped, and his shoulder's don't fit properly, his feet hanging over the edge. Sitting up, he squints ahead of him as his vision settles. The light, cold and sterile, hurts his eyes and he starts to notice the head ache just behind his eyes.
Doctors, nurses, patients, visitors pass by him. There is noise and a friction in the air that makes him tense, ready for any attack.
It doesn't come, and he loosens his shoulders. Turning so that he could face the crowd, Quatre takes a deep breath, relishing in the extra oxygen. It soothes his aching head. Rubbing his temples with his fingers, he takes another gasp of air.
"Sir? Mr Winner? That is you, right? Quatre Winner?" A young nurse smiles at him uneasily. "I'm Sue, and I'm your nurse." She laughs, grating on his sensitive ears. "I'm not sure why they sent you here," she murmurs, leaning down and resting a hand against his forehead. She had cool hands, and for a moment Quatre relaxes against her hand, enjoying the calming effect on his head ache. "No - Not that you're unwelcome Mr Winner! Everyone is welcome at a public hospital." Her hand moves away.
"It's fine. I'm thankful for the hospital's services." Quatre mutters tiredly, regretting his polite manner for a second, he wouldn't snap at her, not now or in this situation at least.
"You're feeling better then? The paramedic couldn't find anything that was wrong that caused you to black out, and I - we, were worried." She blushes and ducks her head. "Mr Winner, I - "
"I'm tired. I was tired, I think I was just exhausted from what happened and dealt with the circumstances. My body did at least, and just shut down. I believe I will be fine."
"Oh… oh! That's good Mr Winner! I'm glad!" She beams at him, at looks at her watch. "It's nearly sunrise, about five minutes before six. I'll check up on you soon." She backs away, nearly knocking into someone, before writing down something on a clipboard and disappearing around a corner.
He feels tired, and wants a shower. Stretching cautiously, Quatre winces against the pain and stands up. He needs to go to the toilet, rather desperately.
It takes a while to find one, and when he arrives, the image of himself that greets him, causes him to stop in his tracks. Quatre is dirty, bloody and with a sniff, reveals that he reeks of dry, stale sweat. He rubs a hand against his cheek where tear tracks have wiped through some of grime, and steps forward to the urinal.
Afterward as he washes his hands, he splashes several handfuls of water on his face. It takes away the dirt, dust and leaves some narrow, mostly shallow scratches feeling raw, but noticeably absent from dark, dried blood.
Wet hands reach out to the back of his neck, where his blond hair has knotted. He runs his hands through the tangles but quickly gives up.
He takes one last look before leaving, thankful of the lack of people that could have witnessed his clean up but didn't appear.
Stepping out of the men's bathroom, he's surprised when he slams into someone. Hands automatically go into a defensive position, as he recoils away from the person.
Sue, his nurse, gives him a vague look, before a smiles stretches across her face. "Mr Winner! I was worried, I didn't know where you were. You weren't at your cot and I was - "
"Calm down, Sue." She stops her talk. "Everything is fine. I just needed to, er, relieve myself." Quatre nearly says 'piss', but restrains himself.
"It's so hectic, you know? It's my first week, and I was worried!"
"I'm sure everything is okay," he murmurs, trying to still his nerves himself.
"Yes, well, I was searching for you, because, well, the police are here!" The last part comes out in a yelp. "I think they wanted to speak to you, earlier, but the ambulance took you here and - "
"I'll go see then, Sue. Thank you for telling me. Now why don't you tell me where they are?" Taking another deep breath, Quatre's smile wavers as he stares down at the frazzled nurse. His shaking hands are hidden away, clenched behind his back, and he hopes she can't notice his uneven breathing.
AN: The police! Hehe... Thanks for the reviews!