Achluophobia – Sonny Quinn
The fear of darkness was not a feeling that Sonny Quinn was accustomed too after all he had spent countless hours in cramped and dark conditions as a Seal but this time had taken its toll and had left him shaken, maybe it was because he did not have NVD's or maybe it was because he had spent several days confined in a small and cramped pitch black room that his eyes could not acclimatise too after he had been separated from the rest of Bravo during a mission to snatch a HVT up alive. His SERE training had given him a small taste of confined capture but it had not prepared him for what he had gone through after all there had been no contact with anyone once he came too alone in the dark confined room until his brothers had rescued him.
Sonny eased himself down into his bunk as all he wanted to do was sleep after having been rescued and returned to base where he was medically assessed, allowed to have a hot shower and get changed into a fresh set of clothes before he spent several hours being debriefed and filling in reports although there was not much to say given that he had been knocked unconscious by being hit over the head with something that had left him with a large hematoma and one hell of a concussion and then held in that confined pitch black space until his brothers appeared and bought him home to the base for this mission. All he wanted to do was sleep but once Brock turned off the lights in the barracks he suddenly tensed and his breathing sped up all on its own becoming short and shallow until it was uncontrollable, and he could hardly breathe which caused his lungs to burn and seize in pain.
"Sonny?!" Clay jumped down from the top bunk hearing and sensing his brother's distress in one quick movement not even making an effort to brace himself against the impact of the concrete floor on his bare feet. His frantic call alerted Trent and Brock who both scrambled out of their own bunks and over to Sonny.
"Get the light on." Trent did not care who turned the light on but he knew he needed to be able to see what was happening to help Sonny as he was worried about a delayed reaction or an injury that had not been picked up, after all Sonny was not the easiest person to get within five feet of a doctor especially if one of his brothers could patch him up instead. It did not matter what the injury was, only that you were not a doctor and could do a half decent patch up job then that was Sonny Quinn's ideal and first choice.
Brock flicked the switch with ease casting a bright glow over the entire room. Clay was crouched at Sonny's side looking awfully concerned as he side stepped further down so that Trent could kneel near Sonny's head. And Sonny, his chest was heaving and he was struggling to breathe, his skin was ashen yet he was sweaty, and he was physically trembling. "Pulse is racing." Clay pulled his hand away from Sonny's neck as he informed Trent of the result of the pulse check he had done blindly before the lights were even turned on.
"Sonny, hey, I need you to tell me what's going on." Trent's voice was modulated as he switched places with Clay wordlessly and began to press his hands to his ribs wondering if they were broken and had shifted causing his lung to be punctured, not wanting to worry anyone more than they already were. "Any chest pain?" Trent asked as he continued to palpitate Sonny's torso but not feeling any broken bones which did not help to identify what was going on.
"Yeah." Sonny wheezed harshly and his voice was hoarse as he struggled to breathe. His eyes were wide with panic as Trent pulled him into an upright position hoping it would help ease his breathing.
"Get Jason. We need to get him to the infirmary" Trent ordered highly concerned at the sudden onset of the symptoms as Brock nodded and took off running out of the barracks with Cerb beside him barking.
Clay could see that Sonny's breathing was not easing even being held upright so without any hesitation he stood up and slipped in behind Sonny to keep him upright so that Trent's hands were free to keep examining him. "I've got you Sonny, you're going to be okay." Clay's hand found its way to Sonny's neck once more as his fingers quickly found what they were looking for – his pulse which was alarming as it had only risen – while he kept the panic at the sight of his brother being unable to breathe out of his voice.
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Brock ran as fast as he could knowing Jason and Ray were still with Blackburn and Mandy in TOC discussing what Mandy had learned with Cerb running ahead of him barking loudly and growling at anyone who got in their way. Cerb leapt through the open window of TOC due to the unbearably humid night air, and Brock was sure he would be reprimanded for Cerb's actions given the pile of paper that he saw flying everywhere as he burst through the door with all the grace of a raging bull in a china shop, startling everyone and making them all look at him as if he was insane while Cerb barked and ran around the large table manically.
"It's Sonny. He can't breathe. Need to get him to the infirmary." Brock rushed the words out before he turned on his feet and ran straight out with Cerb once again choosing to exit through the window sending even more paper flying and following after him.
Jason glanced at Ray at Brock and Cerb's sudden and dishevelled appearance, his few rushed words, and then his disappearance without providing them with any further details before both men were rushing after him with Blackburn hot on their trail and Mandy yelling after them that she would inform the infirmary that they were on their way in and get a vehicle to get them there. "I thought the doc cleared him?" Ray questioned as they ran across the base to the barracks.
"He did." Jason growled not at all happy that something had been missed, and one doctor would be in for the worst dressing down he ever would have if Sonny was not okay.
Blackburn nearly ran right into the back of Ray as both he and Jason skidded to a stop in the doorway of the barracks. "Trent, sitrep." Jason ordered somewhat shocked by how distressed Sonny was even as his head was rested back against Clay's shoulder who was taking his pulse while Trent continued to examine him. His condition had certainly deteriorated quickly in Jason's eyes from the last time he had seen him.
"Pulse is through the roof, chest pain, shortness of breath, trembling, sweating. Nothing appears broken. I want him on a monitor now, it has to be something internal." Trent answered distractedly as all of his attention was on Sonny who was growing visibly weaker as the strain on his body was physically exhausting him and showed no signs of easing.
The squeal of brakes and the skid of tyres bought a tiny amount of relief as one of Bravo's support team pulled up in one of the trucks used around base. "Ride's here. Load up." Blackburn was concerned as he stepped to the side after informing them that the ride was here.
Within a minute, Clay, Brock and Trent had Sonny up and on his feet although his balance was off and he was unsteady because of how much he was trembling, and loaded into the back of the truck with Cerb and Jason climbing on while Ray got in the passenger's seat ordering the support member to get them to the infirmary as quick as possible leaving Blackburn at the barracks knowing that he would check in later.
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Jason paced the hallway twenty steps one way and then twenty steps back and his hands alternated from being on his hips to being on his head as he glared up at the ceiling as they waited for any news on Sonny's condition. As soon as they had pulled up outside the infirmary they were met by the medical team and Sonny was pulled from Clay's arms and loaded onto a gurney then rushed inside with Trent following after him and being allowed to stay with him.
Ray sat in one of the uncomfortable chairs with his head leaned back against the wall and his eyes closed because he could not watch Jason pace any longer and he knew that saying anything would only result in a snappy comment being aimed back at him having sent a quick prayer up to God for Sonny to be alright because they could not lose him after only getting him back.
Brock sat a few chairs down from Ray but he was hunched over with his elbows on his knees and his head rested on his hands. Cerb was laid at his feet with his head rested on his paws with his eyes continually tracking Jason's movements.
Clay had sat himself down on the floor in the corner, or rather had slid down to the floor as he had been leaning against the wall, and had bought his legs up to his chest with his arms wrapped around his knees and his chin was pressed on his hands. He was terrified to let go of Sonny as the medics pulled him away without the gentleness that he expected but he knew he had to relinquish his hold so that he could get the help that he needed so he had. Clay wondered what had been missed, and how it had been missed.
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Trent kept a diligent eye of everything that the doctor was doing after he made sure that it was the doctor being the one that treated Sonny and not someone less qualified. Sonny was still fighting to breathe even with the oxygen mask secured over his face and providing him 100% oxygen, his heart rate still had the alarm sounding on the machine until a nurse silenced it as it was not helping to ease Sonny's distress, the sweat was pooling rapidly and drenching the linens that were under and over him despite the nurse wiping it away with a wet flannel, his body was still trembling violently and beyond any bit of control, he was trying to rub at his chest to signal that it was painful, and on top of that Sonny was feeling dizzy and nauseous. An intravenous drip had been started using a peripheral line in his hand to deliver fluids to replace the ones that he was losing through sweat almost immediately upon arrival.
Sonny's eyes searched frantically around the room repeatedly but not once did he protest any of the actions made by any of the medical personnel like he usually would be but he could barely catch his breath so there was no way he was going to be speaking any time soon. The nurses had rushed the vials of blood away to be tested, and returned with a portable ultrasound that was quickly performed on Sonny's heart as his ECG had showed no irregularities or rather no sign of a heart attack which was another small relief although the worry still remained as his condition showed no sign of improving yet it had not worsened either.
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Mandy made her way over to the infirmary, it had been over two hours and she had heard nothing, neither had Eric after he returned and informed her they were rushing Sonny over to the infirmary. She walked in and the tense atmosphere enveloped her immediately as Jason paced while the others sat, Ray and Brock in chairs, and Clay curled up on the floor in the corner which reminded her of a terrified child.
"Any news?" She asked softly as she took the seat next to Ray knowing it was best not to get in the way of Jason's pacing. As much as she liked to try and put distance between herself and the men of Bravo she still cared and would do whatever she could to help them.
"No." Ray answered unmoving. "Trent is with him." He added on although that did not need to be said as it was almost a given anytime one of them had to make a visit to the infirmary.
Mandy nodded as she settled into wait with the men although it went unseen by all of them. She went over in her mind if she had missed any signs of Sonny's distress over the day but could not recall anything that would make a difference – sure he had been tired and grouchy as he was sick of repeating himself and his answers but nothing that raised any red flags or would have foresaw an emergency trip to the infirmary or left his brothers panicked. She settled back into the chair and kept her eyes on Jason, following his repetitive moments with her eyes while silently hoping that someone would come out soon with an update and that it was nothing too serious but it had been over two hours with no news.
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Trent rushed forward as Sonny went lax as the exhaustion finally took its toll and made him pass out, his fingers quickly and effectively finding his pulse as his eyes roamed over at the monitors seeing that his vitals were starting to slow, to return to normal albeit slowly.
"Over exertion on his system is the cause of his black out most likely. It should not be too long before he wakes and by then we will have the bloodwork back." The nurse understood Trent's rushed movements but made no effort to reprimand him or ward him off. "Can I get you anything?" She asked having been on shift the previous night when Sonny had been bought in with Bravo worriedly at his side, it was obvious they cared and that the Texan's welfare was first and foremost their primary concern over their own wellbeing.
"No thanks." Trent shook his head despite being grateful for the offer that had been extended as he leaned back and took a seat on the edge of the bed without looking away from the monitors that showed Sonny's heartrate was returning to normal, and he could see that his breathing was also slowing and returning to normal. Trent remained unmoved as he waited for Sonny to wake or the doctor to return, whichever came first although he knew that the rest of Bravo would be rather impatient as he had not left Sonny's side and it had been over two hours and that he should update them.
Sonny groaned and his eyes fluttered open to see that he was back in the infirmary and that Trent was stood a few feet away from the end of the bed speaking to the doctor. Sonny ignored how heavy his arm felt as he reached up and pulled the oxygen mask away from his face, catching sight of the intravenous drip in his arm, and a number of electrodes over his chest with leads that connected to the monitors. "Trent?" Sonny frowned at the hoarseness of his own voice as he captured the attention of both men.
"Welcome back Mr Quinn. I did not think we would be seeing you back so soon given how resistant you are to us." The doctor earned himself a half hearted glare with that greeting, and a scowl from Trent. "I will let you explain. Excuse me." The doctor took the hint and left Trent to fill Sonny in.
"What 'appened?" Sonny asked once the door was closed and the doctor was gone. The bone deep exhaustion were disconcerting to Sonny himself as he did not recall anything after he had laid down in his bunk and started to struggle to catch his breath, and he had no idea why he was in the infirmary.
Trent moved forward again and sat himself down on the edge of the bed once more. "What's the last thing you recall?" He saw the frown that crossed Sonny's face at his question.
"Laying in my bunk… the lights went off and the room became dark… couldn't catch my breath… gets a wee bit hazy after that but I recall my chest hurtin'." Sonny answered too tired to be a smart ass and mock Trent for using a common female tactic of answering a question with a question instead of giving him a proper answer.
Trent nodded as things began to make sense. "Did you feel short of breath before the lights were turned off?" He asked hoping not to confirm the doctor's diagnosis but all of the tests had come back clear.
"Nope." Sonny grumbled as he raised an eyebrow at Trent waiting for him to still answer his original question of what had happened that had resulted in him being bought to the infirmary and trussed up to every machine that there was.
"You had a severe panic attack, and I think being plunged into the dark again caused it." Trent explained despite having initially rejected the doctor's diagnosis but it was understandable considering what Sonny had been through. "It lasted for well over an hour which is extremely rare, and the physical tax it took on your already overtaxed system made you pass out. The doctor wants to keep you under observation just until that bag of fluids has finished dripping through before he releases you but you will be confined to the barracks so you can rest afterwards." He gave Sonny the relevant information and pre-empted his next question because he knew his teammate and his hatred for hospitals.
"Panic attack?" Sonny questioned hoarsely hating how much it hurt to speak but then again his entire body ached although he was concerned that he had a panic attack over something that seemed so trivial.
"Yeah, nothing to get worked up about. Put the oxygen mask back on and get some sleep. I'm going to go and update everyone." Trent could see that Sonny was almost asleep and it was what he needed so he reached out and took hold of the oxygen mask then with ease affixed it back over his face even though his oxygen levels were close to being normal again it still helped.
"The dark?" Sonny's voice was muffled with the oxygen mask as he questioned Trent and his thinking or rather his reason for his panic attack.
"Seems like the most obvious trigger. We will sort it out Sonny, it might have just been a one time thing but even if its not then we will work on how to get you through it." Trent was resolute in his offer although he in no way claimed to have all of the answers. Sonny nodded feebly before he let his eyelids close and his breathing even out signalling that the exhaustion had pulled him under once more, and that he would be asleep for a while which would mean less complaining and trouble for the hospital staff. Trent eased himself up and off of the bed without waking him then headed to find the rest of his brothers; he sent a quick nod towards the kindest nurse that had been treating Sonny and she returned it silently signalling that she would be close by and keep an eye on him while he was gone.
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Two and a half hours. Two and a half hours that was torturous. Two and a half hours that felt a hell of a lot longer, more like a lifetime.
The door opened and Trent walked out which had Jason pausing in his pacing, Clay scrambling to get up off of the floor and onto his feet although no one missed how he reached his arm out to brace himself against the wall, Cerb rising into a sitting position and cocking his head to the side in anticipation, Brock straightening up and rising to his feet, while Ray raised his head and opened his eyes but remained unmoved, and Mandy once again scanned the worried men before she stood up and offered Trent her seat as he looked worn down which was accepted.
Trent looked around at the packed waiting room and then scrubbed his hands over his face feeling the weariness and tiredness set in once more. "He's alright." Those first words were a relief to say and to hear.
"He's alright?" Jason repeated his words slowly and with clear disbelief as he glanced back at the door that Trent had come through almost expecting to see Sonny walk through them.
"Doc is going to keep him under observation until the bag of fluids finishes but then he will be released and confined to his bunk to rest." Trent shrugged and leaned back into the chair knowing that his answer would not satisfy any of them even the tiniest bit.
"Well then what the hell happened?" Jason exploded because there was absolutely no way Sonny could be as alright as Trent was making him out to be given the condition that they bought him into the infirmary in.
"Jase…" Ray barely had the energy to reprimand his friend and boss but Jason needed to rein his emotions in. They were all overtired, had all been stressed and worried since the moment they realised that Sonny was missing, and had panicked more than they cared to admit at his rapidly deteriorated condition. Admittedly, even to Ray, there was disbelief that Sonny was simply alright but he knew that Trent would not tell them anything that was not true especially in regards to one of their own's health.
"We bought him in and he couldn't breathe Ray. He was trembling and having chest pains and sweating. He was barely coherent. And now he's alright? How can he just be alright?" Jason reminded them all of the few harrowing hours before when Sonny was rushed away from them, ignoring the sharp almost pained inhale that came from Clay at his words. Mandy moved across the small room and stood in front of Jason as she placed her hands on his shoulders to calm him down and still him as she knew he would begin pacing again if she did not.
"Let Trent explain." Mandy kept her voice firm as she tried to get Jason to see sense, and to take a figurative step back to give Trent the time to explain in more detail what had happened and how Sonny could be alright. Mandy may not have seen Sonny when his health deteriorated but she knew the men surrounding her and she knew that they would not be as worried as they were if it was not something serious.
"Thanks Mandy but arghh… could you give us a few minutes?" Trent was grateful that she had stepped in with Jason but he also knew that what he had to say was delicate information that their CIA agent did not need to know as the last thing Sonny needed was to be questioned or fussed over although no one had ever accused Mandy of fussing over anyone on Bravo.
Mandy looked at Jason for a few seconds to make sure he would keep his cool and let Trent explain before she gave Trent a small nod. "I'll return to TOC and let Eric know that Sonny is alright." She said before she glanced at Jason once more then left the room which left the men confused and all anxious at the way Trent had requested that Mandy leave the room.
"Trent?" Clay sounded terrified and confused, almost like a lost little boy that had no idea what was happening and was terrified to know the answer to the question that he was not quite ready to ask either. His voice croaked and cracked from disuse but saying Trent's name was enough.
"Sonny had a severe panic attack that lasted for over an hour which is quite rare. Every test that the doctor did has come back clear." Trent explained knowing that more details would be required.
"All of that was from a panic attack?" Brock's arms spread out in disbelief as his eyes widened in shock.
"It wasn't a heart attack?" Clay rushed out with a harsh rasp to his voice with disbelief as he had been thinking the worst given the way Sonny could not breathe and how he was clutching at his chest and shoulder when he had been pulled out of Clay's arms.
Trent was concerned at how pale Clay seemed and how harsh his breathing was, and wondered what the hell was going through his head but then again after everything they had been through in the past few days they were all off balance. "No, no he did not have a heart attack. A panic attack can cause similar symptoms especially one as severe and as prolonged as the one Sonny has had." Trent was quick to assert that Sonny really was okay as he hoped that it would ease Clay's worry and everyone else's.
"He had a severe panic attack and you're telling us that he is alright?" Jason asked still not understanding how a panic attack could be so severe, and he could not wrap his head around that Sonny had been the one to suffer from one.
"Yes Jason." Trent answered with a bite, exasperated and tired before he reined himself in knowing it was hard to understand and correlate that the symptoms were the same but the outcome was very different especially when they had yet to see Sonny for themselves. "He went back to sleep, with a bit of rest and a few days to re-accumulate he will be fine." Trent's concern moved back to Clay once more as he looked like he was barely managing to remain upright.
"What… I mean do you know what caused it? What caused it to be so severe that Sonny required hospitalisation?" Ray could see that Trent's concern was shifting to Clay and he could understand given that the kid looked sick and in dismay, but Ray's concern shifted now that he knew Sonny would be alright from the immediate to the long term prognosis and the cause of the severe panic attack. Sonny had many phobias but he had never ever reacted this way, and never had a panic attack as far as Ray was aware.
"The lights were switched off and the room plunged into darkness." Trent knew not to say it was a guess as that would only raise more questions and second guessing to the doctor's diagnosis which Trent supported otherwise he would not be delivering it to his concerned brothers. He told them as if it was a matter of fact rather than anything else.
"Okay, I'm going to need you to explain that to me Trent." Brock was immediately flooded with guilt as he had been the one to turn off the lights which had resulted in Sonny's panic attack which he still did not understand. Cerb picked up in the change in him and immediately shifted in closer so that his entire body was leant against Brock's legs, and Brock immediately let his hand drop to rest on Cerb's head drawing comfort from the hair missile.
"Okay, I want everyone to take a seat so we can talk this through before we go and see Sonny. Let's get everything clear and understood." It was clear to Trent that the discussion needed to be had given the varying range of emotions that were radiating off of the men. Jason still looked in disbelief and like he did not comprehend what he had been told, Ray looked bewildered although there was an err of understanding, Brock looked to be flooded with guilt and confused, and Clay, well Clay looked like he was going to throw up or collapse although Trent was not sure whether it was because he was relieved that Sonny was alright or he was still shaken up and had not reconciled the fact that Sonny was truly okay. Jason nodded and sat down in one of the chairs opposite Trent while Brock took his seat back and Clay uneasily made his way over to sit by Jason.
"I am going to preface this with that we were all caught off guard. Sonny was his usual self, all Texan bluster." Trent had no idea how to start this conversation but he let the words come right out of his mouth without any second thought because it was best to be frank. "It's no one's fault except for the person or people that hit him hard enough to knock him out and give him a hematoma and a concussion." He paused as he looked at Brock to make sure he understood this especially given that his actions had unknowingly sent Sonny into a panic. "And hell Sonny had no idea that he would have a reaction like he did so we definitely had no way of knowing either." He kept his voice firm as he once again made eye contact with each and every one of his brothers.
"Will he have another one, another panic attack?" Clay's voice was so quiet that if it had not been for the silence of the room then he would not have been heard. He was looking down at the floor as he did not want to see the look on Trent's face or anyone else's as it felt horrible to have to ask the question but Clay just wanted to help Sonny in any way he could and it was the first question that came to mind to ask.
"That is where it gets tricky and I cannot give you an answer, not one you want or one you need… I hope like hell it is just a one off reaction but given all the strain and stress that his body has been through in the past several hours and especially the past two hours, I am not ready to test him right now by making a room descend into pitch blackness just to see whether it happens again." Trent was absolutely resolute in letting Sonny recover physically before he tested to see if the darkness would cause him to have another panic attack but he understood the need to ask and for an answer even if it was not the one he wanted to give. He knew that they would have to see if being in the dark did trigger one sooner rather than later but for now he would make a concession or two until that could be done.
"What is your gut feeling though? Cards on the table Trent. You have never minced your words before so do not start now." Jason wanted to order Trent to spit out everything that he was not saying to them but he knew that it would do no good, although his tone was harsher than he meant as his concern had grown and it felt like he was riding a rollercoaster of emotions which was unsettling. Sonny had put up one hell of a front to make it appear that he was alright but given what Trent had said that Sonny would have had no idea of his reaction until he had had it; Jason could not reprimand the Texan for not saying something although a part of him wanted too.
"My gut instinct is that it is a one off as it was the first time being in the dark since we found him and bought him out. It was not something I even thought to consider could happen; I was so relieved, as we all were, that he was not seriously injured that I did not think of the psychological toll that being confined and kept in absolute darkness could have had on him." Trent believed that it truly was a one off but he did not want to get their hopes up only to dash them. Instinctually he knew he could be wrong but it was his gut feeling and it was what he was sticking with until they had other evidence or something happened that made him change his mind.
"Okay well what can we do to help Sonny in the meantime?" Clay asked like a little brother that wanted to take his older brother's pain away still wide eyed as he finally looked up and over at Trent.
"Keep him company until we can get him out of here cause we all know how much he hates being in a hospital bed, and then we will get him settled into his bunk at the barracks and let him sleep. We will keep the light on for now merely as a precaution as well in there." It was the only answer that Trent had knowing that the Texan needed to have the supportive company of his brothers more than anything else. "He is going to feel pretty sluggish and sore from the strain so he is restricted to light duty for the next few days as well." The last part was directed at Jason more than anyone else because that was a battle that he would have to have with Sonny who was vehemently opposed to anything that was classified as light duty as the Texan loved to be in the action which was highlighted by his enjoyment of a 'mad minute'.
Jason swept his hands over his face, feeling every bit of stress and tiredness weigh down on him, before he took a deep breath and looked at the men around him. "Let's go see our crazy Texan." Jason did not even need to finish his sentence as all of the men were on their feet and following Trent who led the way although he did see in his peripheral vision that Brock had reached out to steady Clay on his feet for the briefest of moments until he gained his balance once he had locked his knees to support himself. Jason made a mental note to check in on Clay, or have Ray talk to the kid as he was better with his words, as he had witnessed just how distraught Clay was when Sonny was nowhere to be found despite the calm and stoic façade that he put up, and he had an inkling that the kid had been too worried about Sonny's wellbeing after they had found him to look after himself and his own basic needs.
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Sonny felt like every part of his body was filled with lead as he slowly and somewhat groggily awoke but even with that feeling he did not want to be laid up in a hospital bed. He became aware of what had woken him up in the first place as he forced his eyelids to lift, and that was Trent standing at his bedside and removing the intravenous cannula from his hand with anything but a delicate touch. "That's not a dainty touch you have there, Trent." Sonny grimaced before he winced as he caught sight of how bruised the back of his hand already was as he reached up and pulled the oxygen mask off.
"Don't start complainin' or I'll leave you in here." Trent was quick to threaten although his actions suggested the opposite given that he was removing all of the electrodes from Sonny's chest that were monitoring him so that he could get out of the bed and the infirmary.
"No you won't." Sonny smirked knowing that his brothers would not leave him in the infirmary just like they had not stopped searching for him until they had found him as he finally saw them now that he shifted his gaze from Trent. "Hey." He greeted as he was handed a cup of water by Trent which he gratefully took.
"How are you feeling Sonny?" Ray asked treading lightly although Trent seemed happy with everything that the monitors had been showing right up until he turned them off while they had waited silently for the bag of fluids to finish and for Sonny to wake up. Ray knew that Jason would not ask the question just yet because he was still processing things, and when he did ask the question he expected totally honesty without any of Sonny's usual bluster.
"Ready to get out of here." Sonny preferred not to answer the question just yet as he still felt bad but nothing was going to prolong his admission to the infirmary, although he was aware that he would have to answer that question from Jason in the coming days to even be considered to be removed from his light duty status.
"Doc's already signed your discharge papers so we're good to go." Trent informed him as he stepped back to allow Sonny the room to move off of the bed. Sonny eased himself off of the bed and took the t-shirt that was offered to him by Jason, giving his boss a single nod that let him know he was alright, before he pulled the shirt over his head then stilled as the change in position and the movement had him feeling a little lightheaded which hit him un-expectantly. "You good?" Trent asked as he reached out and grasped Sonny's shoulder as the Texan blinked to re-orientate himself.
"Yeah. Get me out of here." Sonny shook Trent's hand off of his shoulder and headed for the door having felt like he had been in the infirmary for way to long and surrounded by one to many doctors since he had been found.
Clay frowned from his position in the far corner of the hospital room where he was holding up the wall, or rather the wall was keeping him upright as he watched how Sonny had paled and almost seemed to sway momentarily as soon as he was on his feet, and he felt his concern grow because even though Trent and the doctor had both said that Sonny was alright he did not look it. A pat on Clay's own arm had him shifting his attention to Brock who was standing beside him and had been unable to shake the look of guilt off of his face. "Let's go Spense." Brock spoke quietly nudging him away from the wall as Sonny, Trent, Ray and Jason had already left the room while Cerb waited impatiently at the door. Clay nodded and bit down on his lip as he followed Cerb out with Brock following behind him trying to calm the internal panic that still lingered within him.
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The room was well lit and Sonny had fallen asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow which left Jason to throw the blanket over top of him immediately upon their return from the infirmary before Jason went to check in with Blackburn and Mandy while Ray went to skype call Naima, leaving the rest to crawl into their own bunks to get some sleep that they all desperately needed except Clay who could not just climb into his bunk and go to sleep like the past few hours, or the past few days, had not happened so he settled down on the floor with his back rested up against the wall and his feet braced against the floor to keep watch and make sure that his brother was not distressed in any way for the rest of the night.