24. Too Weak To Move for burningcowboyhoagietaco with Scott & Gordon

Characters: Scott, Gordon, Parker

Warnings: Memories of hospital treatment, Memories of being told never will walk again, Alcohol.

Gordon groaned. He wasn't sure what the hell had happened but something was very wrong.

He couldn't move.

At first he panicked. There wasn't much that scared Gordon, but not being able to move brought back everything. All those months lying in that bed, well-meaning doctors making noises about his progress but mostly telling him he'd never walk again.

They had been his darkest days, only matched by his brothers, his family never giving up on him. Scott had taken all his leave in one go to stay by his side and pull him through. And he had. Gordon would never be able to repay any of his brothers for how they had dragged him – sometimes kicking and screaming – back to the happy chap he was today.

Usually was. He groaned again.

He felt as weak as a day-old kitten.

Tentatively Gordon moved. He was prepared for the all-encompassing pain that always accompanied days that his back threw a wobbly. But to his surprise there was no pain.

The breath he let out was explosive. And he wasn't too proud to admit (to himself only) that there was a tear that fell in relief.

Still didn't explain why he felt so weak, too weak to move even. Maybe some more sleep would help. Yeah. That was a good idea. Gordon closed his eyes and hoped he'd drift off quickly.

He was just fulfilling that dream when another groan rent the air.

But it wasn't him.

Who was there? What the hell had happened? Did he need to be even more worried that he couldn't move?

The groan came again, louder and with more feeling. He knew that voice.

'Scott?'

*Groan*

'Scott, are you ok?'

'Uh…'

'Scott! Answer me, damn you!'

'Ugh, Gordon. 'M fine.'

'Can you move?'

'Uh…'

'Scott! Pull yourself together. We need a plan!'

'Umm…'

Gordon ground his teeth in consternation. He needed his brother's help to plan, to get them out of whatever major crap they had got mixed up in.

'Can you move, Scott?'

'Uh…yeah. I'm good.'

'Good. Because I can't.'

'What!?'

The squeak and groan told Gordon that his idiotic brother had tried to sit up and found that he couldn't, and a smirk was warring with a frown on his face. He was glad no one could see it.

'I'm alright, Scott, I'm just feeling very weak.'

'How weak, Gords?'

'Weak enough that I don't feel like I can move.'

'Is it your back?'

'No, no, my back is fine Scotty.'

'Good.'

They were silent for a while, and for a moment Gordon though that Scott had drifted off to sleep again. He sighed.

'Scott?'

'Yeah?'

'Can you move?'

'Yeah.'

'You can? Please come and help me then!'

'Hang on. I'll be there in a minute.'

In his periphery he barely saw an arm raise up and a hand wave across the room. Gordon tucked his chin in and angled his head and he could just make out Scott on the other bed. Neither of them seemed to be tied up or restrained in any way.

It took Scott far, far longer than it should have to just swing his legs of the bed. And when he stood up he was not prepared for his legs to buckle completely underneath him. He barely caught himself before hitting the floor. He dragged himself back up and collapsed back on the bed, sitting up so that he could see Gordon. Scott watched as Gordon scooted up the bed too so that he was sitting up enough to see his brother too.

'What the hell, Scott! What is going on?'

'I don't know, Gordon.'

'Where the hell are we and what the hell is going on?'

'Gordon, calm down.'

There was a smart double-tap on the door, and they looked at each other. The knock sounded again.

'Come in.'

The door swung open and Parker came in carrying a huge tray. Whatever he had on it smelled divine. He sat it down next to Scott and grinned at them both.

'You 'ad a good night out then, Mista Scott, Master Gordon?'

Recall hit them both simultaneously and they groaned in unison as Parker handed out tea for them both.

'Scott?'

'Yeah, Gordon?'

'Remind me not to do tequila chasers with you again.'

'Technically, they were shots followed by…more alcohol.'

'Whatever, Scotty.'

'Lightweight WISP .'

'Chair Force Alchofrolic.'

Parker chuckled as the two brothers traded insults.