He didn't think logically for a long time-- it was nearly three minutes that he spent with his hands clenched around the fabric of Jake's shirt and his face buried in his shoulder, sobbing his heart out into what he thought was his dead best friend and crush of years. When he finally wound down and started breathing again, he realized he wasn't the only one doing so.
He shot back upright and stared, red-eyed and tear-stained, at Jake's haggard form. He was clammy and not breathing well and he just looked sick, but he was alive. Dirk's heart remembered how to beat. Slowly, he remembered how to breathe.
He could still make this okay.
Carefully, agonizingly carefully, he hefted Jake's limp form and moved him back into the office proper. It was more secure, and there were better places to lay him. He put him on an examination bed, padded with uncomfortable-looking cushions covered in navy blue vinyl for sterility. He watched him for a while, checking him over. He opened one of his eyes and shined a light in it-- when his pupil still dilated he breathed a very slight sigh of relief.
He hated to do it, but he put restraints on his wrists-- wrist --and ankles and at his hips, makeshift as they were. If he turned, he knew he wouldn't be able to kill him, but... This way, he'd know beforehand.
With Jake unconscious he prowled the office for all of its supplies, dragging them back with him to the room he'd set Jake up in. He found an IV hookup, and a bank of fluids and electrolytes he could set up. He was no doctor, but he knew Jake needed all of the above and thensome. So he started small, garnering knowledge from countless medical dramas and YouTube, putting the IV in Jake's remaining arm and sitting on a rolling stool beside him.
He held his hand and pillowed his head on Jake's thigh, eventually dozing off into a fitful nap.
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Date: 2013-04-20 03:16 am (UTC)He shot back upright and stared, red-eyed and tear-stained, at Jake's haggard form. He was clammy and not breathing well and he just looked sick, but he was alive. Dirk's heart remembered how to beat. Slowly, he remembered how to breathe.
He could still make this okay.
Carefully, agonizingly carefully, he hefted Jake's limp form and moved him back into the office proper. It was more secure, and there were better places to lay him. He put him on an examination bed, padded with uncomfortable-looking cushions covered in navy blue vinyl for sterility. He watched him for a while, checking him over. He opened one of his eyes and shined a light in it-- when his pupil still dilated he breathed a very slight sigh of relief.
He hated to do it, but he put restraints on his wrists-- wrist --and ankles and at his hips, makeshift as they were. If he turned, he knew he wouldn't be able to kill him, but... This way, he'd know beforehand.
With Jake unconscious he prowled the office for all of its supplies, dragging them back with him to the room he'd set Jake up in. He found an IV hookup, and a bank of fluids and electrolytes he could set up. He was no doctor, but he knew Jake needed all of the above and thensome. So he started small, garnering knowledge from countless medical dramas and YouTube, putting the IV in Jake's remaining arm and sitting on a rolling stool beside him.
He held his hand and pillowed his head on Jake's thigh, eventually dozing off into a fitful nap.