Night in the Emergency Room (Morgan/Kirle)

[praiseofblood]

Darren shook his head. "We were playing hide and seek, but Farrah got made and grounded us. But we can go play outside," he offered hopefully.

[clementine]

Oliver's face lit up. "Oh, could we?" He asked. Anything to take his mind off of Morgan.

[praiseofblood]

"Yeah! Let's go!" Darren said, standing and pulling the little male with them.

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Kirle cursed. The male had slipped into a coma afterall, but luckily, he had enough brain activity that he could regain consciousness on his own. Giving him the reviving drug may just stop his heart at this state, so it looked like a waiting game.

[clementine]

Laughing, Oliver followed his new friend for a game, never knowing that he wouldn't be able to talk with his brother for a long while.

[praiseofblood]

Two weeks would pass, before there would be any sign of activity from the cop. Kirle had started to wonder if it'd be a prelonged coma, before he walked into the room one day to find the male's eye lids fluttering and his brain scan showing activity.

"Hey, cop. Look's like you're about ready to wake up." he said to the male, knowing that in some cases, the sound of a person's voice would wake a coma patient up.

[clementine]

Morgan was floating blissfully in a black oblivion, content to just rest there when he heard a voice that he didn't really want to hear. Could the doctor be any more annoying? Couldn't the man see he was trying to sleep?

The young male murmured an unintelligible "go to hell" as he stirred, body waking.

[praiseofblood]

"Come on, Sleeping Beauty. Rise and shine." Kirle cooed annoyingly, trying to get the male to wake up. He had heard the "go to hell" and snorted with amusement. Even in a coma the male was a rude little shit.

[clementine]

Morgan groaned, dark eyes flickering open. "Don't..." He slurred, unable to get his mouth to finish the sentence. He definitely looked like he'd been in a coma. He skin was pasty and he had bags beneath his eyes that looked like bruises.

"Can't move." Morgan whined with a bit of alarm, when he tried to lift his hand and failed. Well, shit.

[praiseofblood]

Kirle smiled, the expression brightening up his usually scowly countenance. "Welcome back." he said, checking the male's vitals and such. "You slipped into a coma. You were out for two weeks but your wounds have healed nicely. Do you remember my name?" he asked the male, looking over his wounds.

[clementine]

The doctor was looking irritatingly handsome with that smile as Morgan shook his head slowly. A coma? "Uh...Doctor?" He asked, indicating that that was the man's name. It was good new though that his injuries were healed making. If only he could start walking again then things would be perfect.

[praiseofblood]

"My name is Dr. Farrah Kirle," Kirle said again, writing down some things on his chart. "You've lost controll of your nervous system temporarily. It will take a day or two for your nuerons to fire back up and reconnect your nerves with your brain. Even then you will need about three to six weeks of physical therapy to be back up to your previous physical capacity. In other words, don't try to move."

[clementine]

"Fuck Curly." Morgan groaned, the use of his mouth coming back at least. "Is there any way to speed things up?" He asked, wanting to be out of the bed now.

[praiseofblood]

"Not without risking stopping your heart." Kirle said, looking at the male. "Just calm down, cop. You'll be up and about soon enough." he assured before standing. "Oh yeah, no solid foods until your system stabilizes." he said, looking over his shoulder. "And spong baths galore. I'll call in a nurse for your scheduled one."

[clementine]

"Guh!" Morgan moaned. "Make sure its a good looking nurse, or better yet, I would mind you Mr. Studly Doctor you." The rookie hooted before running out of energy and panting for breath. This so sucked!

[praiseofblood]

Kirle blinked and looked over his shoulder at the boy, "You wish." he smirked.