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fredbassettTitle : Symptoms and Signs
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 12
Characters : Becker, Ditzy
Disclaimer : Not mine, no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
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primeval_denial challenges challenge:challenge month and challenge:concussed characters.
“I’m fine.” Becker injected what he hoped utter finality into his voice.
“You held the handrail when you walked up the ramp.”
“Checking out my arse?”
“Nope. I’m interested in Claire’s arse, not yours. You got knocked into a tree by something I can’t pronounce with a fucking wrecking ball at the end of its tail. Major Ryan watched the footage on Finn’s chest cam. I watched you walk up the ramp to Lester’s office. You wobbled half way up and grabbed the hand rail.”
Becker resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He knew it would bloody well hurt if he did. His head had been hurting almost as much as his chest since he’d hit the tree and he was pretty sure he knew what the verdict was going to be, but that didn’t mean he was going to be anything other than a stubborn bugger.
The look Ditzy gave him told Becker that he wasn’t fooling anyone, let alone an experienced Special Forces medic who had the skills - and the kit - to perform a fucking heart-lung bypass by the side of a road.
“Headache?”
“Yes.”
“Pain relief?”
“Didn’t do any good.”
“Have you thrown up?”
“Twice.”
“And you bawled that civvie out…”
“He was acting like a complete dick.”
“I’ve seen the footage. But it’s not like you to lose your cool on a shout. Blurred or double vision?”
“I can see both of you perfectly well.”
The medic’s eye roll made Becker feel even more dizzy. “All right, I give in. I’m concussed.”
Ditzy grinned. “Good call, boss. Take two paracetamol and kip down for the night here where I can keep an eye on you. You’re off rota until I say so, OK?”
“If it’s it not OK?”
“You get a finger up the bum and I check your prostate.”
“What the fuck’s that got to do with concussion?”
“Absolutely nothing, but it’s usually enough to scare the average squaddie.”
Becker tried an eye roll and immediately wished he hadn’t. “Ok, I’ll go quietly.”
“And no booze.”
“Bastard.”
*****
Half an hour later, Becker towelled himself dry after a quick shower and sprawled out on a single bed in one of the bunkrooms.
The world was only tilting slightly on its axis, which was an improvement, and he hadn’t thrown up again.
He’d apologise later to the cleaners for the mess he’d left in the corridor outside the sick bay.
Ditzy, to his credit, hadn’t even said I told you so.
Becker probably owed him a drink for that.
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 12
Characters : Becker, Ditzy
Disclaimer : Not mine, no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Summary : Written for the
primeval_denial challenges challenge:challenge month and challenge:concussed characters.“I’m fine.” Becker injected what he hoped utter finality into his voice.
“You held the handrail when you walked up the ramp.”
“Checking out my arse?”
“Nope. I’m interested in Claire’s arse, not yours. You got knocked into a tree by something I can’t pronounce with a fucking wrecking ball at the end of its tail. Major Ryan watched the footage on Finn’s chest cam. I watched you walk up the ramp to Lester’s office. You wobbled half way up and grabbed the hand rail.”
Becker resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He knew it would bloody well hurt if he did. His head had been hurting almost as much as his chest since he’d hit the tree and he was pretty sure he knew what the verdict was going to be, but that didn’t mean he was going to be anything other than a stubborn bugger.
The look Ditzy gave him told Becker that he wasn’t fooling anyone, let alone an experienced Special Forces medic who had the skills - and the kit - to perform a fucking heart-lung bypass by the side of a road.
“Headache?”
“Yes.”
“Pain relief?”
“Didn’t do any good.”
“Have you thrown up?”
“Twice.”
“And you bawled that civvie out…”
“He was acting like a complete dick.”
“I’ve seen the footage. But it’s not like you to lose your cool on a shout. Blurred or double vision?”
“I can see both of you perfectly well.”
The medic’s eye roll made Becker feel even more dizzy. “All right, I give in. I’m concussed.”
Ditzy grinned. “Good call, boss. Take two paracetamol and kip down for the night here where I can keep an eye on you. You’re off rota until I say so, OK?”
“If it’s it not OK?”
“You get a finger up the bum and I check your prostate.”
“What the fuck’s that got to do with concussion?”
“Absolutely nothing, but it’s usually enough to scare the average squaddie.”
Becker tried an eye roll and immediately wished he hadn’t. “Ok, I’ll go quietly.”
“And no booze.”
“Bastard.”
*****
Half an hour later, Becker towelled himself dry after a quick shower and sprawled out on a single bed in one of the bunkrooms.
The world was only tilting slightly on its axis, which was an improvement, and he hadn’t thrown up again.
He’d apologise later to the cleaners for the mess he’d left in the corridor outside the sick bay.
Ditzy, to his credit, hadn’t even said I told you so.
Becker probably owed him a drink for that.
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Date: 2018-05-12 07:42 pm (UTC)And bravo, Ditzy!
...Blurred or double vision?”
“I can see both of you perfectly well.”
I let out a very loud cackle when I read that!
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Date: 2018-05-13 09:19 am (UTC)Great fic :D
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Date: 2018-05-14 08:31 pm (UTC)*sporfles loudly*
LOL! That was hilarious and yes, I would say Becker owes him a drink (or two) *g*
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