Another afternoon ficlet...
Okay, so I just gathered together the information from the papers that took me two days to find... it equals a piddling two paragraphs on the page. Two words. Head. Desk.
Sooo, to cheer me up a little... 15 mins of writing. My time starts NOW!
Snippet follows from Missing Beat. Sorry forlornhope42, it's not quite comfort yet, but it's getting there. Next break maybe? Obviously not beta-read. As always feel free to point out any grammatical or other weirdness. I appreciate it.
Title: Comfort of Rhythm
Author: Starrylizard
Fandom: SGA
Rating: PG
Wordcount: ~350
Characters: John/Rodney, Carson
Summary: John let out a relieved sigh, feeling the gentle thrum of a pulse against his fingers...
“You should get some sleep too, Major.”
“What?” John’s head snapped up from where it had begun to droop onto his chest. “Oh, yeah. Sure.”
Carson just smiled, shaking his head slightly. He finished checking Rodney’s vitals, writing something in his chart, before moving off. The thin curtain swished closed behind him, separating Rodney’s bed a little from the rest of the infirmary.
John yawned widely. He really was tired, though he’d somehow slept right through Rodney’s surgery and he was pretty sure Carson had slipped him something. He’d awoken to find Rodney carefully tucked into an infirmary bed, surrounded by fluid bags and machines that bleeped a reassuring rhythm with his heart.
According to Carson, Rodney’s body would heal fine. The bullet had hit a fairly major blood vessel, but was otherwise uncomplicated to repair. Whether his brain had been affected when he had stopped breathing was yet to be seen and John was determined not to leave until he knew Rodney’s mind was all there - every last brilliantly annoying piece of it.
John stretched tense muscles, wincing at the burn of abused muscles in his arms and chest from pounding out a rhythm on Rodney’s chest. He hadn’t noticed the strain at all at the time and he really didn’t want to think about that now. He knew if he’d had to, he could have kept it up all day, and that was all that mattered.
Now, with the curtain pulled shut, he was as alone with Rodney as he was going to get for a while. He reached out his hand, long fingers sliding down Rodney’s arm before curling around a wrist. John let out a relieved sigh, feeling the gentle thrum of a pulse against his fingers - Rodney’s heartbeat steady and sure. Without letting go, John scooted the chair forward closer to the bed and rested his head on the mattress. Just for a few minutes. He didn’t mean to fall asleep, but the gentle bleeping of machines was somehow more soothing than any sleep-aid and he drifted off again in seconds.
Sooo, to cheer me up a little... 15 mins of writing. My time starts NOW!
Snippet follows from Missing Beat. Sorry forlornhope42, it's not quite comfort yet, but it's getting there. Next break maybe? Obviously not beta-read. As always feel free to point out any grammatical or other weirdness. I appreciate it.
Title: Comfort of Rhythm
Author: Starrylizard
Fandom: SGA
Rating: PG
Wordcount: ~350
Characters: John/Rodney, Carson
Summary: John let out a relieved sigh, feeling the gentle thrum of a pulse against his fingers...
“You should get some sleep too, Major.”
“What?” John’s head snapped up from where it had begun to droop onto his chest. “Oh, yeah. Sure.”
Carson just smiled, shaking his head slightly. He finished checking Rodney’s vitals, writing something in his chart, before moving off. The thin curtain swished closed behind him, separating Rodney’s bed a little from the rest of the infirmary.
John yawned widely. He really was tired, though he’d somehow slept right through Rodney’s surgery and he was pretty sure Carson had slipped him something. He’d awoken to find Rodney carefully tucked into an infirmary bed, surrounded by fluid bags and machines that bleeped a reassuring rhythm with his heart.
According to Carson, Rodney’s body would heal fine. The bullet had hit a fairly major blood vessel, but was otherwise uncomplicated to repair. Whether his brain had been affected when he had stopped breathing was yet to be seen and John was determined not to leave until he knew Rodney’s mind was all there - every last brilliantly annoying piece of it.
John stretched tense muscles, wincing at the burn of abused muscles in his arms and chest from pounding out a rhythm on Rodney’s chest. He hadn’t noticed the strain at all at the time and he really didn’t want to think about that now. He knew if he’d had to, he could have kept it up all day, and that was all that mattered.
Now, with the curtain pulled shut, he was as alone with Rodney as he was going to get for a while. He reached out his hand, long fingers sliding down Rodney’s arm before curling around a wrist. John let out a relieved sigh, feeling the gentle thrum of a pulse against his fingers - Rodney’s heartbeat steady and sure. Without letting go, John scooted the chair forward closer to the bed and rested his head on the mattress. Just for a few minutes. He didn’t mean to fall asleep, but the gentle bleeping of machines was somehow more soothing than any sleep-aid and he drifted off again in seconds.