Quiet World (Part 3)
Title: Quiet World
Author: victoriaely
Genre: angst, POV
Rating: PG
Characters: Rodney McKay, Carson Beckett
Pairings: none
Spoilers: none
Part of The Fourier Series
Part 2
Rodney was on one of the infirmary beds, waiting patiently for Carson. When he didn't come as often as he used to, Carson started asking people to send him over. He wasn't even surprised when someone patted his shoulder and said Carson's name, gesturing towards their comms. So he would come, wait patiently for Carson to finish his tests and go away, just as deaf and just as resigned to the fact as before.
Carson had conducted more tests than Rodney had thought possible, some of them uncomfortable, others downright odd, but he knew Carson needed to do something, and these tests were the only option.
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The doctor was looking at a chart, muttering something. If only he could be convinced to let it go...
Carson, you're not helping. This is how it is, we just have to move on. Carson didn't react at all and Rodney wondered if the man heard his words. The Scot placed the chart on one of the desks, moved closer to his bed and took his stethoscope. Didn't you hear me?
I heard you. The strangest thing about reading someone's lips was that you had to look at them, at their eyes, see everything, see the sadness, or despair, or guilt. I don't want to give you up.
I'm fine, I'm just deaf. There were so many deaf people who were doing great. He would be just like them.
Rodney, you don't realise -
Of course I do, it's ME we're talking about! He was certain he was screaming at Carson, but he didn't care anymore. Everyone was treating him normal, only Carson kept reminding him, everyday, that something was wrong. Everything would be just fine if you would just let it go. He rose from the bed and left the infirmary, not looking back.
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Part 4
AN: hermioneorourke and mice1900 convinced me to keep writing, so this fic will have a few more chapters :)
If any of you can and is willing to help me a bit with some medical stuff, I'd be grateful.
Author: victoriaely
Genre: angst, POV
Rating: PG
Characters: Rodney McKay, Carson Beckett
Pairings: none
Spoilers: none
Part of The Fourier Series
Part 2
Rodney was on one of the infirmary beds, waiting patiently for Carson. When he didn't come as often as he used to, Carson started asking people to send him over. He wasn't even surprised when someone patted his shoulder and said Carson's name, gesturing towards their comms. So he would come, wait patiently for Carson to finish his tests and go away, just as deaf and just as resigned to the fact as before.
Carson had conducted more tests than Rodney had thought possible, some of them uncomfortable, others downright odd, but he knew Carson needed to do something, and these tests were the only option.
- --- -
The doctor was looking at a chart, muttering something. If only he could be convinced to let it go...
Carson, you're not helping. This is how it is, we just have to move on. Carson didn't react at all and Rodney wondered if the man heard his words. The Scot placed the chart on one of the desks, moved closer to his bed and took his stethoscope. Didn't you hear me?
I heard you. The strangest thing about reading someone's lips was that you had to look at them, at their eyes, see everything, see the sadness, or despair, or guilt. I don't want to give you up.
I'm fine, I'm just deaf. There were so many deaf people who were doing great. He would be just like them.
Rodney, you don't realise -
Of course I do, it's ME we're talking about! He was certain he was screaming at Carson, but he didn't care anymore. Everyone was treating him normal, only Carson kept reminding him, everyday, that something was wrong. Everything would be just fine if you would just let it go. He rose from the bed and left the infirmary, not looking back.
- --- - --- -
Part 4
AN: hermioneorourke and mice1900 convinced me to keep writing, so this fic will have a few more chapters :)
If any of you can and is willing to help me a bit with some medical stuff, I'd be grateful.