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imaginedyou) wrote2007-01-14 05:59 pm
imaginedyou) wrote2007-01-14 05:59 pm
Thorough [Prince of Tennis: Tezuka/Fuji]
title: Thorough
fandom: Prince of Tennis
pairing: Tezuka/Fuji
inspiration: Jacqueline Carey's Kushiel's Legacy Trilogy, and the TV show Scrubs ;)
summary: Future fic, Tezuka finds himself in hospital after a match, and Fuji wants to be the one to tell him what happened. 502 Words.
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"I pressed the button for assistance." Tezuka says as Fuji slips into the room and closes the door behind him with a low click.
"And whatever you need me to assist you with, I will do it." Fuji replies, smiling. Tezuka clears his throat until his irritation dies down.
"What I mean," he begins again, "is... Where is the nurse? The doctor? The girl who came in earlier stammered and insisted she knew nothing. How did you manage to keep them all away from me?"
Fuji smiles, but it looks like a sigh. He sits down on the side of the bed.
"I asked them." He replies simply. "You're in no immediate danger, it's no trouble to send in a low-level intern to check your vitals and keep your pain medication flowing."
"Why?"
"Aren't you going to ask what you did to yourself, Tezuka?" The voice is hollow, full of possibilities, and none of them promising. Tezuka wants to shudder, but instead he leans in towards Fuji's words.
"Why can't I move my arm?" Tezuka asks, trying not to glance down at it, in a sling, bound to his chest with bandages. Fuji shrugs a beginning.
"This way," he says, "you still have the mental belief that if your arm just happened not to be strapped down, you'd be able to move it."
It's like being injected with liquid ice; the first initial stab of the needle, the tiny gliding pin-prick that slides deeper and releases a pain that flows throughout your bloodstream freezing the particles so that not only have you felt yourself being frozen, but then you are left completely numb. Only Fuji has such a way with words, with pain. Tezuka opens his mouth, but nothing comes out, and he will never know if it would have been a cry of dispair, or a reluctant moan.
As if he knows Tezuka can't find his voice to reply, Fuji plucks the unspoken question out of nothingness. He creeps onto the bed and throws one leg over both of Tezuka's, under the blanket, until he is straddling Tezuka's hips. He reaches out and barely touches two fingers to Tezuka's shoulder.
"You've managed to snap-"
-and the way Fuji says it, snap, Tezuka can hear it happening inside his head-
"-all of the ligaments in your left shoulder." He says. The way he says all leaves no need for repetition of this point. His fingers trail down Tezuka's arm to the elbow. "You've shattered a large amount of elbow bone." Tezuka suddenly gets a mental image of the tiny pieces of bone fragmenting and falling away when he tries to straighten out his arm. It's not like to him to have visuals, especially not so vivid. It's Fuji, and it makes him shudder.
"And, just to add insult to injury," Fuji finishes, with an ironic smile, "you also managed to sprain your wrist." Tezuka is being smothered by the gravity of it all. "When you do something, you always manage to do it thoroughly, Tezuka."
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fandom: Prince of Tennis
pairing: Tezuka/Fuji
inspiration: Jacqueline Carey's Kushiel's Legacy Trilogy, and the TV show Scrubs ;)
summary: Future fic, Tezuka finds himself in hospital after a match, and Fuji wants to be the one to tell him what happened. 502 Words.
-
"I pressed the button for assistance." Tezuka says as Fuji slips into the room and closes the door behind him with a low click.
"And whatever you need me to assist you with, I will do it." Fuji replies, smiling. Tezuka clears his throat until his irritation dies down.
"What I mean," he begins again, "is... Where is the nurse? The doctor? The girl who came in earlier stammered and insisted she knew nothing. How did you manage to keep them all away from me?"
Fuji smiles, but it looks like a sigh. He sits down on the side of the bed.
"I asked them." He replies simply. "You're in no immediate danger, it's no trouble to send in a low-level intern to check your vitals and keep your pain medication flowing."
"Why?"
"Aren't you going to ask what you did to yourself, Tezuka?" The voice is hollow, full of possibilities, and none of them promising. Tezuka wants to shudder, but instead he leans in towards Fuji's words.
"Why can't I move my arm?" Tezuka asks, trying not to glance down at it, in a sling, bound to his chest with bandages. Fuji shrugs a beginning.
"This way," he says, "you still have the mental belief that if your arm just happened not to be strapped down, you'd be able to move it."
It's like being injected with liquid ice; the first initial stab of the needle, the tiny gliding pin-prick that slides deeper and releases a pain that flows throughout your bloodstream freezing the particles so that not only have you felt yourself being frozen, but then you are left completely numb. Only Fuji has such a way with words, with pain. Tezuka opens his mouth, but nothing comes out, and he will never know if it would have been a cry of dispair, or a reluctant moan.
As if he knows Tezuka can't find his voice to reply, Fuji plucks the unspoken question out of nothingness. He creeps onto the bed and throws one leg over both of Tezuka's, under the blanket, until he is straddling Tezuka's hips. He reaches out and barely touches two fingers to Tezuka's shoulder.
"You've managed to snap-"
-and the way Fuji says it, snap, Tezuka can hear it happening inside his head-
"-all of the ligaments in your left shoulder." He says. The way he says all leaves no need for repetition of this point. His fingers trail down Tezuka's arm to the elbow. "You've shattered a large amount of elbow bone." Tezuka suddenly gets a mental image of the tiny pieces of bone fragmenting and falling away when he tries to straighten out his arm. It's not like to him to have visuals, especially not so vivid. It's Fuji, and it makes him shudder.
"And, just to add insult to injury," Fuji finishes, with an ironic smile, "you also managed to sprain your wrist." Tezuka is being smothered by the gravity of it all. "When you do something, you always manage to do it thoroughly, Tezuka."
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I hope you don't mind me skimming through your journal tonight and reading every fic I happen to come upon ^___^
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