A/N: Glucagon is like anti-insulin. It causes the liver to release stored glucose, which brings up blood sugar quickly. In diabetics, glucagon signaling is abnormal, although the body sometimes plays tricks like an adrenal dump. Glucagon comes as a powder that gets mixed with water and injected into muscle. The only major side effect is vomiting. But, it can only be used on an unconscious or semi-conscious patient, because the liver takes about 24 hours to re-build its supply of glucose. And, yeah,… I'm on a spree.
Trent leaps from his perch in a fit of athleticism, which David decides the Warblers may need to exploit later. He catches Sebastian's head before the unconscious boy hits the floor. Jeff, still chewing a popsicle stick, helps Trent roll their friend onto his side, with his head cradled against his arm.
"David, Honey!" Trent barks, but the former Wabler council membrane looks blank.
He feels cold, watching Sebastian fall. This is no time for terms of endearment! David doesn't do well with medical emergencies or blood. Besides, they've had this talk before and David is 99% committed to Katherine. And, that other 1% he is reserving for Robert Downey Jr. or Matt Damon, whoever offers first.
The realization dawns on him, and he throws Trent the sticky bear. Jeff checks Sebastian's vitals as Trent coats his finger is the stuff, and for the third time in as many weeks, sticks the sticky digit into Sebastian's mouth.
"David, open his top drawer," the Sassy Warbler orders his bewildered brother. "Is there a slim, red plastic case in there?"
David mechanically opens the small drawer, and examines the contents. There are pill bottles, a few vials, a syringe or two, and a stack of small plastic strips that look like them might contain … dried blood. It is all David can do to keep from pulling his hand out. But, he doesn't see any red plastic case. He shakes his head.
"Go check the bathroom," Trent orders, pouring more honey into the unconscious Sebastian.
Meanwhile, Nick is sprinting out the door, yelling for the paramedics. He reaches the pair just as the elevator arrives.
Nick's voice is an octave higher than his normal as he announces, "He collapsed!"
The paramedics turn from the elevator, guiding their gurney, and follow Nick. He isn't sure how they can be so calm, cool and collected. His heart is beating a rapid tattoo in his chest. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up.
"Does he have a glucagon kit, anywhere?" The man, Bryan, asks. Trent shakes his head as David emerges triumphant from the bathroom clutching the thin red box. A look of relief passes between the EMTs. David hands it over, and collapses onto the bed, his knees trembling.
They break the prescription seal, and fiddle with syringe and vial within. Trent looks at Jeff. He seems to have despaired of David. "Go get a trash can," He says. "I'll eat a tablespoon of vegemite if he doesn't hurl." The blond grins sadistically as he gets the trashcan. He has been trying to get Trent to try is national food for a while.
Once the paramedics get the needle into Sebastian's perfectly sculpted butt cheek, Trent fears he'll have to face the dreaded spread. Then, the tall boy begins spewing like Mount Vesuvius in the hay-day of Pompeii.
The danger subsides only after Trent's blazer is covered in vomit. He shucks it off, and helps the paramedics load a semi-conscious, cursing Sebastian onto the stretcher.
He thanks whichever being is in control that there was glucagon there.