2.08 Bad Call | 4.04 Abandoned

2.08 Bad Call | 4.04 Abandoned

CARLOS & TK + looking for (and finding) each other

haven’t been online much because of vacation, but i’m home again and i swear i’m still active on here <3

because yes @fiercehearts

Head wound. Overdose. Moderate traumatic brain injury. Swelling and increase in intracranial pressure. Medically induced coma. A woman in a white jacket said these things on the first day, as if all her years of study and practice gave her the right to look at TK like that – with such pity – and speak those words as if he didn't realize already how bad things are.

It's been nearly a week now, TK thinks, but it's hard to keep track of time. Most of the days were spent at Carlos' bedside, with TK refusing to leave the room for the first two days, and then finally agreeing to leave the hospital for a whole 5 minutes on the third day to get some fresh air. Which he didn't need. He needs his fiancé to wake up and get better and just– survive.

Logically, TK knows that the drug-induced coma, even after the overdose, was necessary. It would reduce the energy requirements of the brain, which in turn reduces blood flow and pressure, and allows the brain to rest. To heal. Emotionally, though.. TK's a mess.

They've slowly started to wean Carlos off the sedatives yesterday and he may begin to slowly regain consciousness soon. Could even take a few days, the doctor warned, so there's no need to constantly hover, but Carlos has been getting a little more restless and TK just has to be there when he wakes up.

He forgoes the sofa-bed tonight, instead deciding to spend the night at Carlos' bedside in the chair he's grown way too accustomed to over the last week. Andrea brought pillows and blankets, so the chair isn't too uncomfortable, but still.. TK's back is anything but happy when he leans forward to rest his head on the bed, his fingers gently curled around Carlos' arm. He's been careful to avoid the damaged skin of Carlos' wrists that's still raw and chafed from struggling against the damn zip ties.

"Goodnight, baby," he whispers quietly, just like he does every night before he falls asleep to the beeping noises of the monitors and the mechanical whir of the ventilator.

me: i am INSPIRED i want to WRITE

my brain, immediately: i have never once even seen a sentence

TK: *needs comfort* Carlos: *kisses TK’s head*

TK STRAND || 4.03 ‘Cry Wolf’