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Fic: Dipped Death Parts 10 - 13 of 17
Title: Dipped Death. Parts 10 – 13 of 17
Author: Dee
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 5250
Pairings: Gil and Nick
Characters: Gil Grissom, Nick Stokes and the gang, plus various OM/OFCs
Warnings: Angst, but yes…fluff. SS bashing.
Spoilers: Grave Danger (Has anyone NOT seen it half a million times?)
Disclaimer: In my dreams they are like, totally mine!
Beta: jayceepat and podga for their invaluable help in the Americanisation of the fic and their insightful comments. I thank high_striker for his wonderful icons. I am indebted to them all. Any errors are mine.
A/N: It should not be a secret that I dislike SS’s character. (It has nothing to do with JF….I just don’t like the character…okay?) So, if you like her, then this fic is not for you. Jayceepat gave me a ‘little challenge’ and I reckoned, maybe, a couple of thousand words…..well; the finished fic is over 21k words! As always, because I’m impatient, I’ll post it quite quickly. Bodily functions discussed and descriptions given, but beware that the only medical knowledge I have comes from ‘House’ and Wikipedia….an expert then….not! It is pretend, made up, not real…nor intended to be so…
N.B. I’m so proud, my A/N is exactly 100 words – a drabble!
Part Ten
When they’d got in, Gil was really starving hungry and couldn’t resist a dipped chocolate strawberry or two, or three, while they unpacked the shopping. When that was finished, he declared he would shower and expected Nicholas Stokes to be in bed, naked and waiting for him when he emerged…and if he wanted to prepare himself for a little…or even a ‘large’…..penetration then that would be considered a bonus. He ate a fourth chocolate as he left the kitchen, grabbing Nick’s crotch and palming a growing cock beneath the denim….as he walked past him.
He showered quickly and guessed (rightly) that Nick would do the same in the other bathroom. They penetrated without condoms, but tried to ensure they kept as clean as possible since they could still be susceptible to infection. Very rarely, but depending on what they might do to each other they would use an enema; they would play elaborate games when the fancy took them, but for both men a quick hand or blow job, held as much delight as the most elaborate game…but variety was the spice of their love and sex lives.
Gil was hard in the shower and deliberately avoided touching himself too much….his own hand wasn’t too bad but Nicky’s hand was a million times better. He was still going for the quick win….he’d do exactly what he’d anticipated poolside at the Bellagio.
Nick had just beaten him back to their bed and lay on his back with his legs up and open; he was pushing one of his fingers into himself...his whole hand glistening with lube. He was still damp from his shower, having speedily towelled down to beat Gil back to the bed, as he’d been ordered. Gil’s eyes feasted on the sight before him. The muscled body and creamy skin, he was hairless except for his armpits and crotch and a thin line of smooth hairs running down from his navel to his pubic hair…which was thick and luxuriant; his erect cock rose out the nest and the pale skin and the dark red of the exposed cut head was a fabulous sight.
Nick put his other hand on his balls and began playing with them, for Gil’s visual benefit, he rolled each ball around and pulled it down away from his body and then cupped both in his hand and let them roll in his hand as he continued to push another finger into himself. His cock head was gleaming from the leaking fluid and he looked down at himself and his cock twitched as the sight of himself increased his/its pleasure.
Gil’s intense study of Nick only heightened both of their pleasure. Gil was pumping his own cock…even as he’d thought a few minutes earlier that Nick did it better…but watching Nick, his Nicky, fingering himself to prepare for Gil was just too much and his need to touch overtook him.
Nick watched Gil watching him. The intensity of his gaze made him feel like a bug under a microscope.
“You think I look like a giant cockroach?”
“No, well not much..…you look fabulous…..I could watch you 24/7 and never tire of it, especially when you look so….wanton…I think that might be the right word…but my thinking’s not too focussed at the moment.”
“No, all the blood’s in your dick, man, instead of your old grey matter.”
“Less of the old; move your fingers Nicky, I’m coming in…..or should that be I’m in and coming…..”
“Just hold on a little longer….close your eyes.”
“Nicky….want you now…..” But Gil closed his eyes. Nick knew that no one would EVER believe him if he said Gil actually whined on special occasions!
Gil continued stroking himself but just seconds later Nick spoke.
“You can look now.”
“Oh, yes Nicky, yes….but….you know that she…”
“Don’t. I’m doing this for you, don’t say another word.”
“I’ll be too busy.”
Nestled on either side of the base of Nick’s very stiff cock, in his dark pubic hair lay two chocolate dipped strawberries….like two extra, edible, balls for Gil to chew on!
So he did.
He leaned forward and before touching the edible treats he sucked and licked and kissed the inedible treat against which they nestled. He then bit into the one and then the other chocolate and chewed on the delights as he also continued to suck and lick the now chocolaty cock.
“Ugh…you made it all sticky.”
“Oh, and sex doesn’t, or…what was it, cream…..or sauce…caramel, strawberry sauce?”
“Raspberry. Just saying.”
Gil silenced Nick by moving up and claiming his mouth in an all consuming kiss. Nick pulled away and made a face.
“Bitter, man.”
“That’s the dark chocolate.”
Gil slid down the bed again and after another attack on the cock, he knelt between Nick’s legs, moved them wide apart and with a wicked smirk at Nick, pushed his cock against Nick’s entrance.
Nick bucked his hips up to meet the first thrust. Gil was pushing harder than he had the night before and looked up at Nick for silent permission to continue…he received Nick’s approval, equally silently.
“Want you Nicky, fast, now.”
“Do it.”
“You’re tight; you’re hot…you okay?”
“Of course I am babe, I want you all.”
Gil was not going to hang around and soon felt his balls slap against Nick’s ass. He looked at Nick’s lust filled eyes, those fabulous eyelashes fluttering on his cheeks as he tried to keep his eyes open….and failing.
Gil started thrusting and each thrust was met with Nick’s hips bucking upwards, but as Gil got faster, they couldn’t keep the rhythm up and were soon out of sync. Gil was rocking in and out and grabbed Nick’s cock, it was bobbing up and down to his thrusts. He held it tight and started to pump it, fast and faster and twisting the head of the cock as he hand reached the top. This was guaranteed to drive Nick to the edge very quickly.
It did. Nick opened his eyes and his mouth, making a silent gasp as he neared his orgasm. Gil moved a little further back and caught Nick’s prostate as he continued his thrusting. Nick’s immediate physical response was felt by Gil’s hand….the cock hardened even more and leaked.
“Gil, babe, oh Gil, make me come.”
“Come on then Nicky, come for me….” And he did, despite two ejaculations already in less than a day, Nick was still able to shoot three spurts in the air…maybe not as high as last night..…..but who was measuring.
Gil groaned at the sight and felt his own orgasm approaching, his balls tightened and he could feel it start; he was suddenly still, his fluid building up to fill Nick’s hot body.
Nick pushed his hips up just as Gil came and Gil gasped at the muscle contraction.
“God, god, you’ll be the death of me….I love you….you’re wonderful my love, my love…you are my love.”
Nick smiled….’that’ smile….it wasn’t too often that Gil was as demonstrative as this, so he was enjoying it while he could.
“I am babe…..just yours.”
Gil pulled out of Nick and flopped down beside him. Nick already had a damp cloth on the bedside cabinet and reached for it, to wipe himself and Gil down a little. They would be showering again soon, so it would do.
Gil rubbed his finger tips up and down Nick’s chest. “I love you, sweetheart, I really do.”
“I know you do, and I love ya right back.” Nick turned sideways so that they were facing on another.
“What’s your inscription on my ring?”
“Ah ha….you’re just trying to butter me up to get some info’, aren’t you?”
“No….I do love you…I just want to know.”
“Well, I want to know what your inscription is….”
“Okay, I've said….”
“NO…don’t tell me I want it to be a surprise!”
“Spoilsport.”
“No…I've just got a bit of patience. You’ll know later this week….if I let you look, that is.”
“You’re mean to me.”
“I know I am….I work at it, it doesn’t come naturally.” Nick followed this statement through with a sweet kiss.
“How long have we got?” Gil was feeling decidedly drowsy; post coital relaxation, he mused.
Nick looked at the alarm clock, it had already been set. “Just under three hours.”
“Cuddle up.” Gil lay back on his back and held an arm up. Nick slipped under the arm and rested his head on Gil’s shoulder. He could do with some shut eye himself.
Part Eleven
It was only one hour and twenty minutes later when Gil awoke suddenly. For a moment he didn’t know why he’d woken up, and then it hit him. Staggering pains in his stomach, cramping pains, acute pains. He needed to get to the toilet immediately.
He rolled out of bed and was doubled up with the pain in his gut, but he was driven to reach the toilet……..
He got there with no margin for error. He had really bad and copious diarrhoea, but that wasn’t the problem, it was the pain….he couldn’t remember ever having such terrible pain.
He was bent double as he sat on the toilet; his heart rate had shot up - he could feel his heart thumping in his chest. He was sweaty; he had that creepy feeling on his scalp as the beads of sweat formed. And the pains were radiating from the middle of his gut out across his whole midsection. He could not prevent a groan escaping as he clutched at his stomach.
There was seemingly an endless stream of fluid flowing out of him. He was in darkness, having had no time or inclination to switch on the bathroom light. A light appeared in their bedroom and moments later Nick stood at the bathroom door. He hesitated to move into the bathroom for a moment, knowing Gil preferred privacy, but as he saw Gil, in the light from the bedroom, he stepped up to Gil and crouched down in front of him.
“Hey, babe.”
“Nick. Nicky.”
Gil could hardly speak and was holding his stomach and rocking, slightly, backwards and forwards. Nick had never seen him like this, and knew instinctively that it was serious. Gil was stoical and would not normally demonstrate such behaviour; Nick was worried, he could hear the fluid from Gil hitting the toilet bowl and for some reason, he suddenly stood up and leaned over Gil and spoke to him.
“Gil, babe, come on, let me look.”
He meant into the toilet bowl and he did not know why he asked, but afterwards he was just sincerely grateful that he had; it was a measure of how Gil felt that he let Nick peer around the back of him and into the bowl. Nick gasped, and turned and switched the light on in the bathroom and looked again.
It was blood, bright red blood, pouring out of Gil’s anus; there was a lot.
Gil was whimpering in pain now and had started shivering, although it was quite cool in there…and they were both naked. Nick spent only moments considering what he should do, and then made the decision. Tell Gil and then get the paramedics.
“Babe, listen to me. You’re bleeding and I’m getting the paramedics, hold on a little longer babe.” He kissed Gil’s head and left to retrieve the bedside ‘phone. He dialled ‘911’ as he walked back to Gil. He pulled a clean towel from the top of a cupboard and put it around Gil’s shoulders.
“Thank you. I need paramedics urgently. My partner is bleeding heavily from his…anus….rectum……bright red….a great deal of pain….I’ve never seen him like this before……no, never…..across his whole abdomen….conscious …....his heart rate is elevated……(Nick had checked Gil’s pulse as he spoke.)…..and he’s sweating, heavily……never…..ten years…so never in that time…..”
Nick gave the operator their names and address and then he asked what he could do. The bleeding was still ongoing and Gil’s pain seemed relentless. He was told to ‘keep the patient comfortable’. ‘How exactly?’ ‘Warm…but see if an ice pack to the abdomen helped’.
Nick finished the call and spoke to Gil. “Babe, the paramedics are on their way. What can I do for now…anything?”
Gil tried to look up, but the pain was keeping him doubled up. Nick was devastated at Gil’s appearance. He had tears streaming down his cheeks and was very pale in the harsh light. He leaned forwards towards Nick, and whispered. “Don’t let them see me like this….please Nicky, please….”
“They will have to Gil….babe, you’re too sick to move.”
“Shower me Nicky, please, please.”
“Oh Gil…I shouldn’t.”
“Please, please.”
“Just wash you down then…okay?”
“Thank you, Nicky….oh God, Nicky it hurts….I’ve never had this before……oh God….”
“I’ll put the shower on and warm it up….but I’m going to put the lights on in the living room and open the doors so I can hear them come…okay?”
Gil nodded and reached out to touch Nick. “Thank you.”
The tears came for the first time to Nick’s eyes in that moment.
“Babe, you’ll be okay, I’ll take care of you. I’ll be back in a minute.” He kissed Gil’s hair again and turned to the shower, put it on and then moved quickly to the living room to put that light on in there and then make sure their outside light was on at the front of their house. He thought an ambulance might take fifteen maybe twenty minutes to reach them.
He returned to Gil, after retrieving a tee, boxers and jeans for himself. He pulled a pile of towels out of a cupboard for Gil…they were large bath sheets so he would easily be wrapped in one.
When he went back into the bathroom there was no change. He checked the toilet bowl and there still seemed to be steady stream of blood. He laid out towels across the floor and told Gil to hold on as he pulled him to his feet and moved into the shower with him. The blood flow stopped when Gil stood, probably from the action of the anal sphincter which would be used to closing when Gil stood upright.
Nick moved Gil into the shower and followed. With Gil propped against the wall facing him, he promptly washed him down, quickly but thoroughly. He then turned him around and did the same for his back. He wasn’t going to, but then decided to quickly wash Gil’s hair. He smiled at Nick and Nick knew that he was grateful for the soothing water and clean up; he was still holding his stomach.
Nick asked if he could stay there propped up for a few minutes while he washed himself down…..neither he, nor Gil, wanted all and sundry smelling the sex on him. Gil nodded and spoke. “It’s more comfortable in the water than out there…it’s soothing.”
Nick briefly kissed his lips and then had the quickest shower he’d ever taken. He got out himself and dried and dressed himself, then switched the shower off and manoeuvred Gil out and dried him off. He wrapped a smaller towel around Gil waist and retrieved a bath robe from the back of the door and slipped Gil’s arms into it. He helped Gil to their bed and slung the bedclothes back for Gil to lie down and revealed a large area of blood in the bed.
Nick gasped, but it seemed Gil hadn’t seen it. He told Gil to sit still and fetched a thick towel to cover it before helping Gil to lie down. Gil closed his eyes but Nick immediately spoke to him. “Gil. Gil, babe, look at me…they’ll be her any minute, keep your eyes open. Speak to me. Do you want an ice pack for your pain?”
“No, no, too cold, I don’t want to be cold. Hurts Nicky. Hurts real bad.”
“I know, I wish I could help, just hold on a little longer.” He heard the bleep of a siren at that moment. He’d done that lots of times to warn people, or signal his arrival. “I think they’re here; hold on.”
He raced to the door and opened it just as two men were emerging from an ambulance. He waved and they strode, purposefully, up to the door. Nick gave them a run down of the last twenty minutes as he showed them to the bedroom. He was astounded that it had only been twenty minutes….it seemed like two or three hours.
Part Twelve
The paramedics moved swiftly to Gil’s side led by Nick. They roused him, he was able to speak, very to them and answered the basic questions and described what had happened, confirming, in less detail, what Nick had just told them. They checked his pulse and blood pressure. He was tachycardic and they glanced at each other when his blood pressure result was displayed.
“What is it?” Nick was immediately concerned.
“BP is very low…consistent with blood loss.” As he spoke he’d pulled the robe and towel from Gil and revealed further blood loss. “I’m going to put a line in, Gil, to get some fluids into you and then we’ll get you straight to the hospital. Do you know of any reason for the bleed?”
“No….none.”
Nicky then intervened, it seemed too much effort to let Gil speak, although he knew they were trying to keep him conscious and alert. “No, none, like he’s said. He had diarrhoea earlier this morning…but we…well we were having a nap - we work nights……he was good; we went to sleep and I woke up when I heard him in the bathroom. I think he thought it was diarrhoea again but when I looked all I could see was blood. He’s in a lot of pain…I’ve never seen him like this…..” Nick’s voice started to trail off. He was worried before, but now he was frightened.
“Will he be alright?”
“I’m sure the doctors will be able to help him. You’re his partner, are you his medical proxy, by any chance?”
“Yes I am…he’d also got full insurance cover…we work for LVPD...the crime lab.”
“I thought you looked familiar. Look, let’s get him on his way. You coming in the ambulance?”
“Yeah.” Nick’s bravado was diminishing fast, he felt sick.
“The doctors will ask this, so if you want to tell me now, I can pass on the info’, it might…..you know, help….but has he….did you penetrate him, recently?”
“No, not for a couple of weeks. I had thought about that but he’s never had any problems at all….no bleeding after sex….no haemorrhoids….we made a joke about it, he’s been regular….once a day…since we’ve been together…..he’s never been ill at all…except for a cold here and there.”
“Previous good health then…always a plus, come on.”
The line was in and the other guy had returned with the gurney. Gil was rolled onto the gurney; he moaned at the movement, but they then wheeled out to the ambulance. Nick spoke to him as he was moved and tried to keep in touch with him, although he wasn’t unconscious, he was not interacting, even with Nick, it seemed as though the pain was really taking its toll on him, never mind the blood loss.
Nick slipped on some deck shoes, without socks, retrieved his keys, wallet and cell and locked up and then quickly caught up with Gil as they got him into the ambulance. The ambulance made quick time to the hospital. They used the siren quite a lot, and Nick found that to be disturbing. When they arrived Gil was taken straight into a cubicle and was seen immediately. The paramedic related the information that Nick had provided, to a doctor.
Nick went in with Gil, but was almost immediately pulled out by a nurse who said he should go to ‘Admittance’ and give all the details; it would help and speed up everything. Nick was torn, but commonsense won out….they needed all the information that only he could provide at this stage.
So he went to the Admin clerk and filled in forms…..or more accurately the computer.
He was only away for ten minutes, maximum, but Gil had been stripped of all his clothing. His bed was tilted with his feet higher than his head. He had a monitor attached to a finger and his heart beat was ‘bleeping’ for all to hear. Nick knew it was too fast and erratic. He also had an oxygen canula in his nostrils and a catheter bag was already hanging from the side of the bed. There was a bandage on the inside of one of his elbows, so bloods had also been drawn.
As Nick was taking all of this in, in the seconds since entering the cubicle he wished he didn’t know so much about what was going on, he’d rather be ignorant than think what he was thinking.
“And you are?” The doctor addressed Nick.
“His partner. His medical proxy.”
“I’ve done a cursory exam here and there’s no external trauma, his abdomen is, quite obviously, very tender, but no specific area seems worse than anywhere else and from what Gil has said he’s no history of bleeds.”
“None.”
“He had diarrhoea earlier today?”
Nick looked at his watch….it was just gone seven, in the evening. “It was eight hours ago; he was fine afterwards.”
“Can you confirm what he’s eaten in the last twenty fours hours?”
Gil chose that moment to groan; Nick was at his side instantly, having been at the end of the bed.
“Can’t you give him something for the pain?”
“We’re just waiting for the prelim bloods to come back, just checking.”
Nick knew that they checked for common drug use immediately before administering anything in the hospital, years of drug abusing patients wanting fixes had caused that procedure to be introduced, but it was unfair to someone like Gil, who, ironically, would be the first person to agree with the doctors…but it was unfair. Nick suddenly came back to the present.
“We had a dinner party last night…..salmon, steak, salad, dessert…I had exactly the same …we all did; no one has come back to me to say they’re ill…we both had eggs and toast for breakfast and juice and coffee. He then had the bout of diarrhoea and said he’d better not eat until this evening to give his gut a rest…so he had coffee and water all day…we were going to eat before work…we work nights.”
“Nothing else?”
“No, nothing.”
“What about his medical history?”
“He’s not been ill since I’ve known him…..ten years, over, now. Well a few colds and cough….but not many and not in the last few months. He’s never complained about anything or told me he’s had anything wrong with him…I forgot….well, he had, has, otosclerosis, but he had an op about five years ago and that’s been fine ever since…he’s healthy, he really is….was until today.”
“You’re a gay couple. Have you had penetrative sex with him in the last few days…or inserted any objects…dildos, or such like, in him.”
“No….the last time I…..made love to him was…..the beginning of last week. I have, we, have never used any artificial stimulants….ever. Although we have, on occasion, used a…do it yourself enema…..but not for a long time…getting on for a year.” It was before his abduction.
“So, no sex for nearly two weeks?”
“Oh, I didn’t know you meant that…he, Gil, penetrated me just a few hours ago, and last night and then this morning we…masturbated.”
“Right.” The doctor seemed quite impressed. “So he had no problems at all…and felt well enough to be able to ejaculate?”
“Absolutely.”
“Right.”
Nick knew the doctor was about out of options, he’d hoped that Nick would give him a massive clue and he would be able to diagnose Gil, without further ado. No such luck.
Nick picked up Gil’s hand and leaned over Gil, he whispered to him. “Hey babe, I love you. We’ll get you up and running just as soon as we can.”
Nick put his head down onto the back of Gil’s hand and held it there with his eyes closed.
And then he remembered; just like that.
Part Thirteen
“He did have something else to eat. Something I didn’t have. Dipped chocolate strawberries. Sent as a present this morning. I wouldn’t eat one, but Gil ate one before we went out…it was about two hours before his bout of diarrhoea. Because he didn’t eat all day he had four when we got in, he loved them. He had a shower and then……he had two more.”
“Right.” The doctor’s favourite word. “Where did they come from and are there any left?”
“’The Chocolateria’, at the Bellagio…they were delivered direct from there and I think there are four or five left. Should I arrange for them to be collected…we could test them at the lab….the crime lab, we work there…priority…would that be quicker than your lab?”
“It certainly would be faster, and more comprehensive, I bet. Can you do that?”
“For Gil, anything.”
He left the cubicle and pulled out his cell as he walked to quiet corner. He called Catherine. She answered after three rings.
“Nick?”
“Catherine, we’ve got a real emergency, can you do me a favour?”
“Of course, what is it?” Catherine knew immediately from Nick’s tone that this was serious.
Nick related the events of the evening and she was very shocked. Even as he spoke to her she was collecting her keys and purse to drive to the hospital and get his house keys. She would retrieve the chocolates from the kitchen counter and take them to Hodges for an immediate, and comprehensive, analysis.
Nick would get Hodges number from the lab….he wasn’t on anyone’s friends list….and call him and ask if he would do the analysis for Gil. Nick knew he wouldn’t refuse, because in truth, Hodges worshipped Gil Grissom almost as much as Nick Stokes did.
Nick did exactly that and as expected Hodges was almost as desperate as Nick to help. A few minutes later Catherine arrived. She was directed to the cubicle and stood at the entrance, a look of absolute shock on her face. Nick turned towards her and his resolve left him, and before he’d reached her outstretched arms he was in tears.
She hugged him, a small body against his strong muscular one….but she was the stronger person at this moment.
“You’ve got to stay focussed for Gil, Nicky. Like he did for you.”
Nick nodded, unable to speak. Catherine looked around and saw a box of tissues and stretched over to pull a few from the box; she gave them to Nick.
“Keys.”
Nick pulled them out of his pocket. He was about to tell her the alarm code when he realised he hadn’t set it…
“Hodges…will be there Cath. Not a word to anyone about this…not just yet.”
“I promise.” She hugged him again and glanced over at Gil before she left.
Nick took a few deep breaths and turned back to the doctor; he seemed inclined to give out a little positive information.
“The fluids seem to be having some effect. Though there is some blood loss via his kidneys, but not sufficient for me to be really concerned….yet. We’ve cross-matched his blood for a transfusion, but we’ll have to wait and see what his blood count actually is before we start. We need to assess how much he’s lost. How long before the results from your lab?”
“They’ll run a basic test process first and then depending on what that shows….if anything…a more complete tox screen. We have fast equipment, state-of-the-art equipment, but some things just take longer than others to determine. What could it be doc? “
“Don’t know….and in the absence of any ideas we’ll have to wait and see. He seems more stable, his heart rate has come down and is more rhythmic than it was. BP’s coming up a bit too…..with a bit of luck the internal bleeding may have slowed and if he’s very lucky it may have stopped. That’s our first line of treatment when a patient is relatively stable….’wait and see’.”
Just then a nurse came in and handed a read-out to the doctor; the blood panel for drug use.
“As expected - clean as a whistle. But protocol. Gil. Gil.”
Gil opened his eyes at the doctor’s behest. “Something for the pain now.”
“Now that’s a good sign Gil, you’ve been following the conversation.”
“I’m in agony, just give me something.”
“Any allergies?”
“Not that I know of….only had morphine after my ear op….for a few hours…I was okay.”
“Right, I’ll start you off with a holding dose see how it goes. I’ll add it to your fluid port you’ll see a difference very quickly.” While he’d been talking he’d prepared the syringe and pushed the dose into the line.
The doctor was right; as the morphine hit the blood it was spread around the body in moments and both the doctor and Nick could see an immediate calming and relaxing effect in Gil.
“Thank you. I needed that. Nicky, you told me to throw away the chocolates….do you really think they’ve…..caused this?”
“No idea babe, but we’ll soon find out…..you don’t believe in coincidences do you?”
“No.”
“So we’ll wait it out. Is it a bit better or a lot better now?”
“Quite a bit.” He smiled at Nicky, who was leaning over him and holding his hand. “Thank you for taking care of me. I love you.”
“Well it’s a good thing I love you back….giving me a shock like this…..might turn my hair grey and my face wrinkly.”
“You’d still be beautiful.” Gil was sinking into sleep now he’d had the drug to ease his pain and he’d relaxed a little.
Nick leaned over further to kiss his lips. His eyes flickered open and he smiled up at Nick, and for the first time in a couple of hours Nick felt calmer and optimistic.
The doctor had moved to a counter at the side of the cubicle to start his paper work. As Gil fell asleep the heart monitor showed a steady decline in the rate and a steady beat. He smiled at the equipment and then at Nick. “Stabilising. Good sign.”
Nick smiled back and nodded. He hoped the bleeding had stopped; as indeed did the doctor.
Sometime later the doctor left and Nick pulled a stool over, using his foot – he didn’t want to let go of Gil’s hand, regardless of him sleeping. He sat down and prepared to wait until his cell vibrated…..see what Catherine or Hodges had to say.
He actually dozed a little, and he was suddenly awake as he felt Gil being disturbed. He looked up to find a nurse putting up a new bag…not of fluids but of blood.
“How much does he have to have?” Nick asked.
“Doctor Lenton has said two bags…and then check his bloods again. But he’s certainly stabilised hasn’t he?”
“It seems so.” Nick pushed a few errant curls off Gil’s forehead and realised he felt quite cool. He pulled the blanket up higher. Blood loss would keep him cool. He checked his watch…he was fidgeting. It was an hour and a half since they’d arrived. Gil was better than he was, but he’d had no treatment for whatever was wrong with him. Just the fluids and morphine and now the blood.
TBC……
Title: Dipped Death. Parts 10 – 13 of 17
Author: Dee
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 5250
Pairings: Gil and Nick
Characters: Gil Grissom, Nick Stokes and the gang, plus various OM/OFCs
Warnings: Angst, but yes…fluff. SS bashing.
Spoilers: Grave Danger (Has anyone NOT seen it half a million times?)
Disclaimer: In my dreams they are like, totally mine!
Beta: jayceepat and podga for their invaluable help in the Americanisation of the fic and their insightful comments. I thank high_striker for his wonderful icons. I am indebted to them all. Any errors are mine.
A/N: It should not be a secret that I dislike SS’s character. (It has nothing to do with JF….I just don’t like the character…okay?) So, if you like her, then this fic is not for you. Jayceepat gave me a ‘little challenge’ and I reckoned, maybe, a couple of thousand words…..well; the finished fic is over 21k words! As always, because I’m impatient, I’ll post it quite quickly. Bodily functions discussed and descriptions given, but beware that the only medical knowledge I have comes from ‘House’ and Wikipedia….an expert then….not! It is pretend, made up, not real…nor intended to be so…
N.B. I’m so proud, my A/N is exactly 100 words – a drabble!
Part Ten
When they’d got in, Gil was really starving hungry and couldn’t resist a dipped chocolate strawberry or two, or three, while they unpacked the shopping. When that was finished, he declared he would shower and expected Nicholas Stokes to be in bed, naked and waiting for him when he emerged…and if he wanted to prepare himself for a little…or even a ‘large’…..penetration then that would be considered a bonus. He ate a fourth chocolate as he left the kitchen, grabbing Nick’s crotch and palming a growing cock beneath the denim….as he walked past him.
He showered quickly and guessed (rightly) that Nick would do the same in the other bathroom. They penetrated without condoms, but tried to ensure they kept as clean as possible since they could still be susceptible to infection. Very rarely, but depending on what they might do to each other they would use an enema; they would play elaborate games when the fancy took them, but for both men a quick hand or blow job, held as much delight as the most elaborate game…but variety was the spice of their love and sex lives.
Gil was hard in the shower and deliberately avoided touching himself too much….his own hand wasn’t too bad but Nicky’s hand was a million times better. He was still going for the quick win….he’d do exactly what he’d anticipated poolside at the Bellagio.
Nick had just beaten him back to their bed and lay on his back with his legs up and open; he was pushing one of his fingers into himself...his whole hand glistening with lube. He was still damp from his shower, having speedily towelled down to beat Gil back to the bed, as he’d been ordered. Gil’s eyes feasted on the sight before him. The muscled body and creamy skin, he was hairless except for his armpits and crotch and a thin line of smooth hairs running down from his navel to his pubic hair…which was thick and luxuriant; his erect cock rose out the nest and the pale skin and the dark red of the exposed cut head was a fabulous sight.
Nick put his other hand on his balls and began playing with them, for Gil’s visual benefit, he rolled each ball around and pulled it down away from his body and then cupped both in his hand and let them roll in his hand as he continued to push another finger into himself. His cock head was gleaming from the leaking fluid and he looked down at himself and his cock twitched as the sight of himself increased his/its pleasure.
Gil’s intense study of Nick only heightened both of their pleasure. Gil was pumping his own cock…even as he’d thought a few minutes earlier that Nick did it better…but watching Nick, his Nicky, fingering himself to prepare for Gil was just too much and his need to touch overtook him.
Nick watched Gil watching him. The intensity of his gaze made him feel like a bug under a microscope.
“You think I look like a giant cockroach?”
“No, well not much..…you look fabulous…..I could watch you 24/7 and never tire of it, especially when you look so….wanton…I think that might be the right word…but my thinking’s not too focussed at the moment.”
“No, all the blood’s in your dick, man, instead of your old grey matter.”
“Less of the old; move your fingers Nicky, I’m coming in…..or should that be I’m in and coming…..”
“Just hold on a little longer….close your eyes.”
“Nicky….want you now…..” But Gil closed his eyes. Nick knew that no one would EVER believe him if he said Gil actually whined on special occasions!
Gil continued stroking himself but just seconds later Nick spoke.
“You can look now.”
“Oh, yes Nicky, yes….but….you know that she…”
“Don’t. I’m doing this for you, don’t say another word.”
“I’ll be too busy.”
Nestled on either side of the base of Nick’s very stiff cock, in his dark pubic hair lay two chocolate dipped strawberries….like two extra, edible, balls for Gil to chew on!
So he did.
He leaned forward and before touching the edible treats he sucked and licked and kissed the inedible treat against which they nestled. He then bit into the one and then the other chocolate and chewed on the delights as he also continued to suck and lick the now chocolaty cock.
“Ugh…you made it all sticky.”
“Oh, and sex doesn’t, or…what was it, cream…..or sauce…caramel, strawberry sauce?”
“Raspberry. Just saying.”
Gil silenced Nick by moving up and claiming his mouth in an all consuming kiss. Nick pulled away and made a face.
“Bitter, man.”
“That’s the dark chocolate.”
Gil slid down the bed again and after another attack on the cock, he knelt between Nick’s legs, moved them wide apart and with a wicked smirk at Nick, pushed his cock against Nick’s entrance.
Nick bucked his hips up to meet the first thrust. Gil was pushing harder than he had the night before and looked up at Nick for silent permission to continue…he received Nick’s approval, equally silently.
“Want you Nicky, fast, now.”
“Do it.”
“You’re tight; you’re hot…you okay?”
“Of course I am babe, I want you all.”
Gil was not going to hang around and soon felt his balls slap against Nick’s ass. He looked at Nick’s lust filled eyes, those fabulous eyelashes fluttering on his cheeks as he tried to keep his eyes open….and failing.
Gil started thrusting and each thrust was met with Nick’s hips bucking upwards, but as Gil got faster, they couldn’t keep the rhythm up and were soon out of sync. Gil was rocking in and out and grabbed Nick’s cock, it was bobbing up and down to his thrusts. He held it tight and started to pump it, fast and faster and twisting the head of the cock as he hand reached the top. This was guaranteed to drive Nick to the edge very quickly.
It did. Nick opened his eyes and his mouth, making a silent gasp as he neared his orgasm. Gil moved a little further back and caught Nick’s prostate as he continued his thrusting. Nick’s immediate physical response was felt by Gil’s hand….the cock hardened even more and leaked.
“Gil, babe, oh Gil, make me come.”
“Come on then Nicky, come for me….” And he did, despite two ejaculations already in less than a day, Nick was still able to shoot three spurts in the air…maybe not as high as last night..…..but who was measuring.
Gil groaned at the sight and felt his own orgasm approaching, his balls tightened and he could feel it start; he was suddenly still, his fluid building up to fill Nick’s hot body.
Nick pushed his hips up just as Gil came and Gil gasped at the muscle contraction.
“God, god, you’ll be the death of me….I love you….you’re wonderful my love, my love…you are my love.”
Nick smiled….’that’ smile….it wasn’t too often that Gil was as demonstrative as this, so he was enjoying it while he could.
“I am babe…..just yours.”
Gil pulled out of Nick and flopped down beside him. Nick already had a damp cloth on the bedside cabinet and reached for it, to wipe himself and Gil down a little. They would be showering again soon, so it would do.
Gil rubbed his finger tips up and down Nick’s chest. “I love you, sweetheart, I really do.”
“I know you do, and I love ya right back.” Nick turned sideways so that they were facing on another.
“What’s your inscription on my ring?”
“Ah ha….you’re just trying to butter me up to get some info’, aren’t you?”
“No….I do love you…I just want to know.”
“Well, I want to know what your inscription is….”
“Okay, I've said….”
“NO…don’t tell me I want it to be a surprise!”
“Spoilsport.”
“No…I've just got a bit of patience. You’ll know later this week….if I let you look, that is.”
“You’re mean to me.”
“I know I am….I work at it, it doesn’t come naturally.” Nick followed this statement through with a sweet kiss.
“How long have we got?” Gil was feeling decidedly drowsy; post coital relaxation, he mused.
Nick looked at the alarm clock, it had already been set. “Just under three hours.”
“Cuddle up.” Gil lay back on his back and held an arm up. Nick slipped under the arm and rested his head on Gil’s shoulder. He could do with some shut eye himself.
Part Eleven
It was only one hour and twenty minutes later when Gil awoke suddenly. For a moment he didn’t know why he’d woken up, and then it hit him. Staggering pains in his stomach, cramping pains, acute pains. He needed to get to the toilet immediately.
He rolled out of bed and was doubled up with the pain in his gut, but he was driven to reach the toilet……..
He got there with no margin for error. He had really bad and copious diarrhoea, but that wasn’t the problem, it was the pain….he couldn’t remember ever having such terrible pain.
He was bent double as he sat on the toilet; his heart rate had shot up - he could feel his heart thumping in his chest. He was sweaty; he had that creepy feeling on his scalp as the beads of sweat formed. And the pains were radiating from the middle of his gut out across his whole midsection. He could not prevent a groan escaping as he clutched at his stomach.
There was seemingly an endless stream of fluid flowing out of him. He was in darkness, having had no time or inclination to switch on the bathroom light. A light appeared in their bedroom and moments later Nick stood at the bathroom door. He hesitated to move into the bathroom for a moment, knowing Gil preferred privacy, but as he saw Gil, in the light from the bedroom, he stepped up to Gil and crouched down in front of him.
“Hey, babe.”
“Nick. Nicky.”
Gil could hardly speak and was holding his stomach and rocking, slightly, backwards and forwards. Nick had never seen him like this, and knew instinctively that it was serious. Gil was stoical and would not normally demonstrate such behaviour; Nick was worried, he could hear the fluid from Gil hitting the toilet bowl and for some reason, he suddenly stood up and leaned over Gil and spoke to him.
“Gil, babe, come on, let me look.”
He meant into the toilet bowl and he did not know why he asked, but afterwards he was just sincerely grateful that he had; it was a measure of how Gil felt that he let Nick peer around the back of him and into the bowl. Nick gasped, and turned and switched the light on in the bathroom and looked again.
It was blood, bright red blood, pouring out of Gil’s anus; there was a lot.
Gil was whimpering in pain now and had started shivering, although it was quite cool in there…and they were both naked. Nick spent only moments considering what he should do, and then made the decision. Tell Gil and then get the paramedics.
“Babe, listen to me. You’re bleeding and I’m getting the paramedics, hold on a little longer babe.” He kissed Gil’s head and left to retrieve the bedside ‘phone. He dialled ‘911’ as he walked back to Gil. He pulled a clean towel from the top of a cupboard and put it around Gil’s shoulders.
“Thank you. I need paramedics urgently. My partner is bleeding heavily from his…anus….rectum……bright red….a great deal of pain….I’ve never seen him like this before……no, never…..across his whole abdomen….conscious …....his heart rate is elevated……(Nick had checked Gil’s pulse as he spoke.)…..and he’s sweating, heavily……never…..ten years…so never in that time…..”
Nick gave the operator their names and address and then he asked what he could do. The bleeding was still ongoing and Gil’s pain seemed relentless. He was told to ‘keep the patient comfortable’. ‘How exactly?’ ‘Warm…but see if an ice pack to the abdomen helped’.
Nick finished the call and spoke to Gil. “Babe, the paramedics are on their way. What can I do for now…anything?”
Gil tried to look up, but the pain was keeping him doubled up. Nick was devastated at Gil’s appearance. He had tears streaming down his cheeks and was very pale in the harsh light. He leaned forwards towards Nick, and whispered. “Don’t let them see me like this….please Nicky, please….”
“They will have to Gil….babe, you’re too sick to move.”
“Shower me Nicky, please, please.”
“Oh Gil…I shouldn’t.”
“Please, please.”
“Just wash you down then…okay?”
“Thank you, Nicky….oh God, Nicky it hurts….I’ve never had this before……oh God….”
“I’ll put the shower on and warm it up….but I’m going to put the lights on in the living room and open the doors so I can hear them come…okay?”
Gil nodded and reached out to touch Nick. “Thank you.”
The tears came for the first time to Nick’s eyes in that moment.
“Babe, you’ll be okay, I’ll take care of you. I’ll be back in a minute.” He kissed Gil’s hair again and turned to the shower, put it on and then moved quickly to the living room to put that light on in there and then make sure their outside light was on at the front of their house. He thought an ambulance might take fifteen maybe twenty minutes to reach them.
He returned to Gil, after retrieving a tee, boxers and jeans for himself. He pulled a pile of towels out of a cupboard for Gil…they were large bath sheets so he would easily be wrapped in one.
When he went back into the bathroom there was no change. He checked the toilet bowl and there still seemed to be steady stream of blood. He laid out towels across the floor and told Gil to hold on as he pulled him to his feet and moved into the shower with him. The blood flow stopped when Gil stood, probably from the action of the anal sphincter which would be used to closing when Gil stood upright.
Nick moved Gil into the shower and followed. With Gil propped against the wall facing him, he promptly washed him down, quickly but thoroughly. He then turned him around and did the same for his back. He wasn’t going to, but then decided to quickly wash Gil’s hair. He smiled at Nick and Nick knew that he was grateful for the soothing water and clean up; he was still holding his stomach.
Nick asked if he could stay there propped up for a few minutes while he washed himself down…..neither he, nor Gil, wanted all and sundry smelling the sex on him. Gil nodded and spoke. “It’s more comfortable in the water than out there…it’s soothing.”
Nick briefly kissed his lips and then had the quickest shower he’d ever taken. He got out himself and dried and dressed himself, then switched the shower off and manoeuvred Gil out and dried him off. He wrapped a smaller towel around Gil waist and retrieved a bath robe from the back of the door and slipped Gil’s arms into it. He helped Gil to their bed and slung the bedclothes back for Gil to lie down and revealed a large area of blood in the bed.
Nick gasped, but it seemed Gil hadn’t seen it. He told Gil to sit still and fetched a thick towel to cover it before helping Gil to lie down. Gil closed his eyes but Nick immediately spoke to him. “Gil. Gil, babe, look at me…they’ll be her any minute, keep your eyes open. Speak to me. Do you want an ice pack for your pain?”
“No, no, too cold, I don’t want to be cold. Hurts Nicky. Hurts real bad.”
“I know, I wish I could help, just hold on a little longer.” He heard the bleep of a siren at that moment. He’d done that lots of times to warn people, or signal his arrival. “I think they’re here; hold on.”
He raced to the door and opened it just as two men were emerging from an ambulance. He waved and they strode, purposefully, up to the door. Nick gave them a run down of the last twenty minutes as he showed them to the bedroom. He was astounded that it had only been twenty minutes….it seemed like two or three hours.
Part Twelve
The paramedics moved swiftly to Gil’s side led by Nick. They roused him, he was able to speak, very to them and answered the basic questions and described what had happened, confirming, in less detail, what Nick had just told them. They checked his pulse and blood pressure. He was tachycardic and they glanced at each other when his blood pressure result was displayed.
“What is it?” Nick was immediately concerned.
“BP is very low…consistent with blood loss.” As he spoke he’d pulled the robe and towel from Gil and revealed further blood loss. “I’m going to put a line in, Gil, to get some fluids into you and then we’ll get you straight to the hospital. Do you know of any reason for the bleed?”
“No….none.”
Nicky then intervened, it seemed too much effort to let Gil speak, although he knew they were trying to keep him conscious and alert. “No, none, like he’s said. He had diarrhoea earlier this morning…but we…well we were having a nap - we work nights……he was good; we went to sleep and I woke up when I heard him in the bathroom. I think he thought it was diarrhoea again but when I looked all I could see was blood. He’s in a lot of pain…I’ve never seen him like this…..” Nick’s voice started to trail off. He was worried before, but now he was frightened.
“Will he be alright?”
“I’m sure the doctors will be able to help him. You’re his partner, are you his medical proxy, by any chance?”
“Yes I am…he’d also got full insurance cover…we work for LVPD...the crime lab.”
“I thought you looked familiar. Look, let’s get him on his way. You coming in the ambulance?”
“Yeah.” Nick’s bravado was diminishing fast, he felt sick.
“The doctors will ask this, so if you want to tell me now, I can pass on the info’, it might…..you know, help….but has he….did you penetrate him, recently?”
“No, not for a couple of weeks. I had thought about that but he’s never had any problems at all….no bleeding after sex….no haemorrhoids….we made a joke about it, he’s been regular….once a day…since we’ve been together…..he’s never been ill at all…except for a cold here and there.”
“Previous good health then…always a plus, come on.”
The line was in and the other guy had returned with the gurney. Gil was rolled onto the gurney; he moaned at the movement, but they then wheeled out to the ambulance. Nick spoke to him as he was moved and tried to keep in touch with him, although he wasn’t unconscious, he was not interacting, even with Nick, it seemed as though the pain was really taking its toll on him, never mind the blood loss.
Nick slipped on some deck shoes, without socks, retrieved his keys, wallet and cell and locked up and then quickly caught up with Gil as they got him into the ambulance. The ambulance made quick time to the hospital. They used the siren quite a lot, and Nick found that to be disturbing. When they arrived Gil was taken straight into a cubicle and was seen immediately. The paramedic related the information that Nick had provided, to a doctor.
Nick went in with Gil, but was almost immediately pulled out by a nurse who said he should go to ‘Admittance’ and give all the details; it would help and speed up everything. Nick was torn, but commonsense won out….they needed all the information that only he could provide at this stage.
So he went to the Admin clerk and filled in forms…..or more accurately the computer.
He was only away for ten minutes, maximum, but Gil had been stripped of all his clothing. His bed was tilted with his feet higher than his head. He had a monitor attached to a finger and his heart beat was ‘bleeping’ for all to hear. Nick knew it was too fast and erratic. He also had an oxygen canula in his nostrils and a catheter bag was already hanging from the side of the bed. There was a bandage on the inside of one of his elbows, so bloods had also been drawn.
As Nick was taking all of this in, in the seconds since entering the cubicle he wished he didn’t know so much about what was going on, he’d rather be ignorant than think what he was thinking.
“And you are?” The doctor addressed Nick.
“His partner. His medical proxy.”
“I’ve done a cursory exam here and there’s no external trauma, his abdomen is, quite obviously, very tender, but no specific area seems worse than anywhere else and from what Gil has said he’s no history of bleeds.”
“None.”
“He had diarrhoea earlier today?”
Nick looked at his watch….it was just gone seven, in the evening. “It was eight hours ago; he was fine afterwards.”
“Can you confirm what he’s eaten in the last twenty fours hours?”
Gil chose that moment to groan; Nick was at his side instantly, having been at the end of the bed.
“Can’t you give him something for the pain?”
“We’re just waiting for the prelim bloods to come back, just checking.”
Nick knew that they checked for common drug use immediately before administering anything in the hospital, years of drug abusing patients wanting fixes had caused that procedure to be introduced, but it was unfair to someone like Gil, who, ironically, would be the first person to agree with the doctors…but it was unfair. Nick suddenly came back to the present.
“We had a dinner party last night…..salmon, steak, salad, dessert…I had exactly the same …we all did; no one has come back to me to say they’re ill…we both had eggs and toast for breakfast and juice and coffee. He then had the bout of diarrhoea and said he’d better not eat until this evening to give his gut a rest…so he had coffee and water all day…we were going to eat before work…we work nights.”
“Nothing else?”
“No, nothing.”
“What about his medical history?”
“He’s not been ill since I’ve known him…..ten years, over, now. Well a few colds and cough….but not many and not in the last few months. He’s never complained about anything or told me he’s had anything wrong with him…I forgot….well, he had, has, otosclerosis, but he had an op about five years ago and that’s been fine ever since…he’s healthy, he really is….was until today.”
“You’re a gay couple. Have you had penetrative sex with him in the last few days…or inserted any objects…dildos, or such like, in him.”
“No….the last time I…..made love to him was…..the beginning of last week. I have, we, have never used any artificial stimulants….ever. Although we have, on occasion, used a…do it yourself enema…..but not for a long time…getting on for a year.” It was before his abduction.
“So, no sex for nearly two weeks?”
“Oh, I didn’t know you meant that…he, Gil, penetrated me just a few hours ago, and last night and then this morning we…masturbated.”
“Right.” The doctor seemed quite impressed. “So he had no problems at all…and felt well enough to be able to ejaculate?”
“Absolutely.”
“Right.”
Nick knew the doctor was about out of options, he’d hoped that Nick would give him a massive clue and he would be able to diagnose Gil, without further ado. No such luck.
Nick picked up Gil’s hand and leaned over Gil, he whispered to him. “Hey babe, I love you. We’ll get you up and running just as soon as we can.”
Nick put his head down onto the back of Gil’s hand and held it there with his eyes closed.
And then he remembered; just like that.
Part Thirteen
“He did have something else to eat. Something I didn’t have. Dipped chocolate strawberries. Sent as a present this morning. I wouldn’t eat one, but Gil ate one before we went out…it was about two hours before his bout of diarrhoea. Because he didn’t eat all day he had four when we got in, he loved them. He had a shower and then……he had two more.”
“Right.” The doctor’s favourite word. “Where did they come from and are there any left?”
“’The Chocolateria’, at the Bellagio…they were delivered direct from there and I think there are four or five left. Should I arrange for them to be collected…we could test them at the lab….the crime lab, we work there…priority…would that be quicker than your lab?”
“It certainly would be faster, and more comprehensive, I bet. Can you do that?”
“For Gil, anything.”
He left the cubicle and pulled out his cell as he walked to quiet corner. He called Catherine. She answered after three rings.
“Nick?”
“Catherine, we’ve got a real emergency, can you do me a favour?”
“Of course, what is it?” Catherine knew immediately from Nick’s tone that this was serious.
Nick related the events of the evening and she was very shocked. Even as he spoke to her she was collecting her keys and purse to drive to the hospital and get his house keys. She would retrieve the chocolates from the kitchen counter and take them to Hodges for an immediate, and comprehensive, analysis.
Nick would get Hodges number from the lab….he wasn’t on anyone’s friends list….and call him and ask if he would do the analysis for Gil. Nick knew he wouldn’t refuse, because in truth, Hodges worshipped Gil Grissom almost as much as Nick Stokes did.
Nick did exactly that and as expected Hodges was almost as desperate as Nick to help. A few minutes later Catherine arrived. She was directed to the cubicle and stood at the entrance, a look of absolute shock on her face. Nick turned towards her and his resolve left him, and before he’d reached her outstretched arms he was in tears.
She hugged him, a small body against his strong muscular one….but she was the stronger person at this moment.
“You’ve got to stay focussed for Gil, Nicky. Like he did for you.”
Nick nodded, unable to speak. Catherine looked around and saw a box of tissues and stretched over to pull a few from the box; she gave them to Nick.
“Keys.”
Nick pulled them out of his pocket. He was about to tell her the alarm code when he realised he hadn’t set it…
“Hodges…will be there Cath. Not a word to anyone about this…not just yet.”
“I promise.” She hugged him again and glanced over at Gil before she left.
Nick took a few deep breaths and turned back to the doctor; he seemed inclined to give out a little positive information.
“The fluids seem to be having some effect. Though there is some blood loss via his kidneys, but not sufficient for me to be really concerned….yet. We’ve cross-matched his blood for a transfusion, but we’ll have to wait and see what his blood count actually is before we start. We need to assess how much he’s lost. How long before the results from your lab?”
“They’ll run a basic test process first and then depending on what that shows….if anything…a more complete tox screen. We have fast equipment, state-of-the-art equipment, but some things just take longer than others to determine. What could it be doc? “
“Don’t know….and in the absence of any ideas we’ll have to wait and see. He seems more stable, his heart rate has come down and is more rhythmic than it was. BP’s coming up a bit too…..with a bit of luck the internal bleeding may have slowed and if he’s very lucky it may have stopped. That’s our first line of treatment when a patient is relatively stable….’wait and see’.”
Just then a nurse came in and handed a read-out to the doctor; the blood panel for drug use.
“As expected - clean as a whistle. But protocol. Gil. Gil.”
Gil opened his eyes at the doctor’s behest. “Something for the pain now.”
“Now that’s a good sign Gil, you’ve been following the conversation.”
“I’m in agony, just give me something.”
“Any allergies?”
“Not that I know of….only had morphine after my ear op….for a few hours…I was okay.”
“Right, I’ll start you off with a holding dose see how it goes. I’ll add it to your fluid port you’ll see a difference very quickly.” While he’d been talking he’d prepared the syringe and pushed the dose into the line.
The doctor was right; as the morphine hit the blood it was spread around the body in moments and both the doctor and Nick could see an immediate calming and relaxing effect in Gil.
“Thank you. I needed that. Nicky, you told me to throw away the chocolates….do you really think they’ve…..caused this?”
“No idea babe, but we’ll soon find out…..you don’t believe in coincidences do you?”
“No.”
“So we’ll wait it out. Is it a bit better or a lot better now?”
“Quite a bit.” He smiled at Nicky, who was leaning over him and holding his hand. “Thank you for taking care of me. I love you.”
“Well it’s a good thing I love you back….giving me a shock like this…..might turn my hair grey and my face wrinkly.”
“You’d still be beautiful.” Gil was sinking into sleep now he’d had the drug to ease his pain and he’d relaxed a little.
Nick leaned over further to kiss his lips. His eyes flickered open and he smiled up at Nick, and for the first time in a couple of hours Nick felt calmer and optimistic.
The doctor had moved to a counter at the side of the cubicle to start his paper work. As Gil fell asleep the heart monitor showed a steady decline in the rate and a steady beat. He smiled at the equipment and then at Nick. “Stabilising. Good sign.”
Nick smiled back and nodded. He hoped the bleeding had stopped; as indeed did the doctor.
Sometime later the doctor left and Nick pulled a stool over, using his foot – he didn’t want to let go of Gil’s hand, regardless of him sleeping. He sat down and prepared to wait until his cell vibrated…..see what Catherine or Hodges had to say.
He actually dozed a little, and he was suddenly awake as he felt Gil being disturbed. He looked up to find a nurse putting up a new bag…not of fluids but of blood.
“How much does he have to have?” Nick asked.
“Doctor Lenton has said two bags…and then check his bloods again. But he’s certainly stabilised hasn’t he?”
“It seems so.” Nick pushed a few errant curls off Gil’s forehead and realised he felt quite cool. He pulled the blanket up higher. Blood loss would keep him cool. He checked his watch…he was fidgeting. It was an hour and a half since they’d arrived. Gil was better than he was, but he’d had no treatment for whatever was wrong with him. Just the fluids and morphine and now the blood.
TBC……
