"Sir can you talk, wake up sir?" the Doctor gently slapped his patients cheek.
He Tian's eyes flickered open and he flinched at the bright light overhead.
"Am I dead?"
"Not yet, sir how is your head feeling? You took quite a knock to the head." The doctor started feeling around his head, all over and when he got to the back He Tian hissed out in pain.
"Okay, we've got a cut, it will need couple of staples. I'm going to send you for a CT scan of your head just to be sure. Can we get bloods taken, observations done please." The doctor was talking to the team of medics around him. "You're in the ER sir, you were brought here by an ambulance."
"What happened?" He Tian was so confused one minute he was standing by the road next to his building and the next he knew he was here.
"The paramedic spoke to someone at the scene and apparently they heard a loud crack, turned around and saw a truck stacked with machine equipment. It had metal straps and one of them snapped and flick out. You had your back to it, if the strap had been longer you would have been killed, but it just grazed you instead it was enough to knock you out cold. Sir you are a lucky man."
"Lucky." He Tian mused on this as the team worked on him, drew blood, and then a porter came and wheeled him off for a CT scan. Before he knew it he was back in the emergency department and his doctor, a Doctor Fei Ling it said on the name tag, was ready to give him his results.
"Soooo everything looks fine, your brain has suffered no concussion, there are no bleeds the skull is intact no fractures, you sir after getting that cut stapled and some pain medication will be ready to leave in a few hours after we observe you for a while. Is there someone you can call?" The doctor was waiting for his response, He Tian got the impression every minute counted in this ER.
He Tian patted around in his pockets but there was no phone, shit it must have been left behind on the street.
"Sorry I don't have a phone, I know a number, would someone contact them for me?" He Tian read out one of the very few number he knew by heart.
"Okay sit tight. The nurse is going to staple your cut okay? You're not scared of needles are you, we will need to numb the area?" The doctor was furiously scribbling notes.
He Tian laughed and shook his head no. No, he definitely wasn't afraid of needles, it would be a bad phobia to have given that was how his little artist made his living.
He Tian was stapled and bandaged up, then he was wheeled off to a recovery ward where some nurses watched him like a hawk, an hour went by and He Tian was starting to resign himself to the fact that Mo Guan Shan was not coming. Did he hate him so much?
Depressed he wasted time watching patients coming and going, nurses bustling around each bay. They were like a large flock of mother swans worrying over their cygnets. Every minute which ticked by was excruciatingly slow. Tian was struggling to keep his eyes open guess all the stress and adrenaline was wearing off and now his head was starting to throb like a mother fucker. He would just rest his eyes for a few minutes.
"Tian..."
He Tian's eyes sprung open when he heard his name being whispered, he was blessed by the sight of his little redhead standing at the foot of his hospital bed.
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Mo couldn't believe it when the hospital called him to say that He Tian was there, injured but fine, he was shocked for a moment, but then euphoria spilled through him because it meant that stupid bastard was alive. After having a brief heart attack he quickly arranged for his mother to go and check on Jun if needed only if he was gone for hours on end. She was trying to ask him all sorts of questions but he just hung up and sprinted off at warp speed.
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The Art of Ink
FanfictionMo Guan Shan had spent that last 3 years honing his tattooing skills, meeting the right artists, so he could land his dream job at 'The Art of Ink'. The location was great, customers were always coming through the doors because they were one of the...
