Sanctuary

Chapter Twenty Six - Implode (part I)

Implode verb

1. collapse or cause to collapse violently.

5:43am

I faintly stared at him, sitting at an angle on the all white hospital bed. His eyes were shut and he appeared peaceful for the first time ever.

I'd spent the last few hours going back and forth between calls with the boys, H, and Frankie.

It was hard to explain what happened when I honestly had no idea.

He was drunk, but not black out drunk. He had complained of a headache all week - including when he was on the couch. Then suddenly, he just collapsed and next thing I knew EMTs were trotting up the stairs of my apartment to take him out.

The doctors were puzzled as well by this, ordering him to be sent in for a CAT Scan and be sedated to let him rest just incase he got a concussion from the sudden fall.

I paced at the foot of his bed, looking at the sun slowly rise and put some light back into the room. I hadn't slept and I didn't plan to until I knew the stupid fuck was okay.

A groan made me stop and my eyes drifted to where his head was moving slightly before he began blinking rapidly.

"You're awake." I said quietly, walking up to him and he raised an eyebrow, looking down at himself then around the room. "You're in the hospital."

"Why?"

"You passed out at my place."

"I must've had too much to drink."

I glared at him, "Whatever it was scared the living shit out of me. I thought you died in my apartment."

"Oh, you were worried about me baby?" He slithered his arm around my waist. "I'm sorry. Let me make it up to you while no one is lurking around."

I rolled my eyes and peeled it off of me, placing it back in the bed.

He cocked his head, as if he was attempting to remember the small incident we'd had before his fall.

"Mr. Ambrose?" A voice called, followed by a light knock. We looked to see the male doctor from earlier with a clip board. "Hi, I'm glad you're awake. I'm Dr. Westbrook."

"Wassup, Doc." He nodded. "My girl here told me I passed out last night and I can debunk it right now that I had a little too much to drink. So I'm good to go home."

"While I would love for the explanation to be that simple, I'm afraid it isn't." He said slowly. "Thing is your blood alcohol level was intoxicated but not enough to make you collapse. Other thing is we have two possible causes for what it could be but we need to wait on the tests we ran to come back. That could take a few weeks."

"What are the possible causes?"

"Well, I'd rather wait for the results before I tell you - I'd like to limit any amount of unnecessary stress for you."

He sighed, "Alright, fine. But I'm good to go back to work, right?"

The doctor looked at his clipboard and shrugged, "I guess it's not exactly unsafe - but you have to protect your head obviously. Try not to take any dangerous shots to it, okay?"

"Okay, yeah good as long as I can whoop some ass."

He chuckled, "Okay, Mr. Ambrose I'll definitely keep in touch and I'll forward all the records to your doctor in Cincinnati for you." He turned and started to walk out but Dean called his name,

"Hey, hold on, I'll have to write you the info for my new doctor. I won't be living in Ohio for much longer."

I raised an eyebrow, "You won't?"