Scott really didn't want to get up. Besides the sheer joy of being tangled in bed with Ami, he hadn't gotten enough sleep. (Definitely need to sleep in,) he thought muzzily, grinning from all of the ways they'd enjoyed each other.
No matter how tired Scott felt, his full bladder wouldn't take no for an answer. So he climbed out of bed, pulled on a pair of shorts, and squinted his way to the men's room.
House limped through the door with the air of his cane when Scott was washing his hands. The older man looked like death warmed over, which actually was an improvement from earlier.
Scott gave the doctor a polite smile. House grunted something in reply. Indifferent, Scott took a step toward the door. As his foot descended time slowed. Goosebumps raised, and alarm surged from Ami. His mind fogged, then cleared just as suddenly, but the room had moved impossibly fast and Ami was gone but not like before -- (I remember!) -- but her absence was unsettling and he felt wrung out and worn and wrong and the ground must have tilted because his right leg was buckling.
Time resumed. Scott yelped as he tumbled to the tile floor, joints creaking, stomach roiling, and points of contact throbbing. Even before his voice registered as wrong, Scott knew that something horribly amiss.
As Scott tried to gather himself physically and mentally, movement close by caught his attention.
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[Scott] Gotta go
Date: 2007-05-22 06:31 pm (UTC)No matter how tired Scott felt, his full bladder wouldn't take no for an answer. So he climbed out of bed, pulled on a pair of shorts, and squinted his way to the men's room.
House limped through the door with the air of his cane when Scott was washing his hands. The older man looked like death warmed over, which actually was an improvement from earlier.
Scott gave the doctor a polite smile. House grunted something in reply. Indifferent, Scott took a step toward the door. As his foot descended time slowed. Goosebumps raised, and alarm surged from Ami. His mind fogged, then cleared just as suddenly, but the room had moved impossibly fast and Ami was gone but not like before -- (I remember!) -- but her absence was unsettling and he felt wrung out and worn and wrong and the ground must have tilted because his right leg was buckling.
Time resumed. Scott yelped as he tumbled to the tile floor, joints creaking, stomach roiling, and points of contact throbbing. Even before his voice registered as wrong, Scott knew that something horribly amiss.
As Scott tried to gather himself physically and mentally, movement close by caught his attention.