Eureka, Douglas Fargo fic
Whumpage, Hurt/Comfort
Ok so I felt like there were absolutely NO good fics about Fargo that whumped him enough so here we go! (This is also my first fic so be nice(:) Time frame is season 2 before Nathans death.
Fargo woke up feeling like he had ran a marathon in his sleep, and then got run over by a train. He attempted to wipe the tired from his eyes but found that even that small task was challenging. His throat felt like he swallowed a ton of razorblades, and his head was pounding. He considered calling in a sick day, but he had a big test demonstration in the A.I. lab with Stark and he knew it was impossible to miss. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and slowly struggled to stand up with the help of his night stand. Making his way to his bedroom door he realized how he dizzy was. Leaning against the door frame Fargo told himself that today was an important day not only for his career, but he wanted to impress Stark and his colleagues, so he would take a deep breath and get through the day. Fargo made is way to the bathroom for a shower which he had hoped would help him feel better, but made little effect on his exhaustion level. He got dressed as fast as his body would allow and headed down to the kitchen. One look at the fridge and he felt nauseous. He had no appetite whatesoever and decided just to head out the door. On the way to G.D Fargo wanted to go over his notes for the presentation, but he could barely focus on anything and his mind felt cloudy. He tried his best to collect his thoughts and headed up to Starks office to get some things confirmed before heading to the lab to prep. "Finally youre here Fargo, hurry and go get prepped for the demonstration.". Stark said as he finished a report to general mansfield on his computer. "Sorry sir, I just woke up a little late today.". "Well get it together quick, this is an important test and general mansfield is sending someone to observe." He said without looking up. "Yes Mr. Stark." As Fargo was leaving Nathan thought it was weird how Fargo was so quiet and not being his usual, well Fargo-ish self, but quickly brushed the thought away. Fargo stepped into the elevator with relief knowing he would have at least 30 seconds to rest and collect himself. He worked hard for an hour putting everything together with the other scientists and kept feeling worse by the minute. Through the presentation Stark noticed a glazed look over Fargos eyes, but he figured he had just pulled an all nighter preparing for this presentation. Fargo was always making sure everything was perfect and it wouldn't surprise him if he was here til late last night. The test went well and everyone seemed impressed, but all Fargo had on his mind was getting home and into bed. Getting into the elevator with Stark, he closed his eyes for a second out of a mixture of exhaustion, dizzyness, and relief that the day had ended. All of the sudden he felt a jolt. The elevator seemed to stop abruptly. Oh great he thought to himself. After a coughing fit, Fargo pressed the call button for help. Allison came through speaker asking who all was in the elevator. "Me Fargo and Mr. Stark. Whats going on?" His voice sounding hourse. "Theres a problem with the system, were working on figuring out the problem right now, just stay calm and we will get you both out of there soon". Fargo sighed as he slid down the wall of the elevator. He felt like crying, wanting to just go home. His head was still pounding and he felt like his whole body was on fire. Stark shot a concerned look towards him. Stark knelt down next to a barely concious Fargo, putting a hand to his head. He could feel immense radiating off of him and noticed he looked rather pale. "Fargo are you alright?" All he could manage was a soft groan in response. He struggled to open his eyes, looking over at Stark with a feverish gaze. Stark beat himself up internally for not noticing how sick Fargo had looked. Black dots started started to form in front of Fargos eyes and he could no longer fight to stay concious. "Fargo? FARGO?". No response. Nathan began to get worried. "Allie are you there?". "Yea im here". "We need a medical team ready when you get us out of here, Fargos really sick and just fell unconcious. Hes burning up and seems unresponsive." "Oh my gosh, ok just hold on a little longer I promise we will get you guys out soon theres just a glitch in the security system. Try and keep Fargo concious and ask him when he started to feel sick." "Ok thanks". Nathan tried shaking Fargo, but still got little response. 5 Hours passed with no luck. Allison was yelling at people out of worry and frustration, but she knew they were trying their hardest. Nathan pulled Fargo under his arm after removing his tie and jacket because of the fever. He really looked miserable. He had dark circles under his eyes, was white as a sheet, sweating terribly, all disheveled and he kept moaning in pain in his feverish sleep. His breathing was slow and hitched. Fargo fought the pain. He could feel his body consumed with flames and his head being crushed with what he could only assume was a 5 story building. All the sudden Fargo cracked open his bloodshot eyes. Fargo was beyond confused. Was he in the G.D elevator. And did he hear Allisons voice coming from somewhere he could not pinpoint. He then made out who was talking back to Allisons voice. "Mr. Stark?" He said in such a weak, hourse voice that shocked him to disbelief. "Fargo!?, Allie hes awake!" "Where are we?" Fargo asked a strangely worried looking Stark. "You dont remember?". Fargo rubbed his throbbing head. He didnt want to reply because of the knives in his throat. And why was it so hot? Was the heat broken in there or something? Why were they in the elevator, and why did he feel so horrible? Stark took the confused look on his face to be a good enough answer. "We were in the elevator when it stopped about 5 or 6 hours ago. There's a problem with the security system. You collapsed and you definately have a fever. Fargo when did you begin to feel sick?". He took amoment to think about that question. The whole day seemed like one big blurry memory. His mind began to clear. "I went to bed feeling ok, but I woke up with a splitting headache and I was super dizzy." Fargos words slurred out slowly, to slowly for Nathans liking. His eyes seemed unfocused on anything. They seemed to just be blank looking at nothing. This worried Nathan. His temperature seemed to keep going up as well. His thoughts were interupted by a load sound coming from the doors. All the sudden they were pulled open. There stood Allison, Carter, Henry, and a few others working on getting the doors open. Everyone simultaneously gasped at Fargos appearence. He was slumped onto Nathans torso and looked really miserable and it secretly frightened all of them. Once they realized what was going on they all snapped into action and Fargo was lifted onto a gourney. They placed an oxygen mask over his mouth and quickly hooked him up to an IV. Nathan and the rest followed to the infirmary all confused and worried for their friend. When had he gotten so sick? And why hadnt they noticed? The next few hours went by slowly as they all watched him suffer from the sickness that seemed to overtake him. In his sleep he thrashed and moaned from the fever taking over his mind. After his fever broke, they all drifted off in the chairs that lined his bed. At 2 am Fargo slowly woke to the sound of a quietly beeping moniter and soft snoring from Carter. He felt strange. There were tubes up his nose and his chest was exposed all purple and blue shades for a readon he could not descern at the moment. Even though he felt like hed been through hell, he felt strangely calm. He then noticed all the people sleeping in chairs by his bedside. He then noticed that one of them was awake looking at him. Stark. "How ya feelin Fargo?" Nathan said in hushed tones to not wake the others. Fargo just shrugged and smirked. He was calmed by Starks gentle smile. He knew he would be alright soon. As Fargo closed his eyes he said one thing, "thanks Mr.Stark.". Nathan knew what he meant. He watched Fargo all night making sure he was ok, and that he was there if he needed anything. An early morning beam of warm sunlight from the very high up ceiling peaked its way onto Fargos face. He awoke with a sigh and a strange feeling of calm, that the worst was over. His eyes fluttered open to find everyone looking at him. They looked concerned and sympathetic. "What?" Fargo saud with a slight chuckle and subtle smirk. The others laughed softly. "How are you feeling Fargo?" Allison said in her sweetest voice. "Well ive felt better", he said sounding strange because of the tubes through his nostrils. They laughed, they knew he was just being polite in a way, because he looked awful. His hair was disheveled, bags under his weary eyes, his chest looked like it was beaten with purple and blue shades, and he was hooked up to several wires and tubes not to mention you could tell by his face he was in some pain. "You had severe pneumonia, and because we couldnt get to you quick enouch your lung collapsed. You really had us worried. Normally with what you went through, a person would probably not live through the night. But you kept fighting, youre very strong Fargo. Were proud of you. Now get some rest and we will check in on you later ok?" Fargo just smiled softly and layed his head back on the pillow. He counted himself lucky not just to be alive, but for such great friends.