Whumperless Whump event

Day 3: To Feel the Tilt of the Earth (It's a Bit Wobbly, No?) (Psych 2006)

Summary: Shawn's had one too many energy drinks, and now he's paying the price.

Notes: Based on my own experience with caffeinated energy drinks, mainly Monster. That was a scary night, hoo boy. I'm glad I wasn't alone (unlike Shawn).

I for real been putting Shawn through the mill with all these whump fics, haven't I?

Day three of the Whumperless Whump Event

Ship: none

Word Count: 844

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Shawn never got the hype around energy drinks. The caffiene people always said would get them going never lifted him up. It just kind of sat there. And they always tasted... off. Somehow it would manage to taste sugary yet bland at the same time, no matter the flavor.

That is, until he tried the Aussie Lemonade Monster.

He didn't know how, but it tasted just like lemonade from his childhood. It still had that slightly bland taste to it. But nothing could be perfect, right? Besides, it tasted pretty good.

After he finished the first one, he waited. He waited for about two and a half hours in the psych office with Gus. Nothing happened. So he cracked open the second one he'd bought — the one he'd originally been saving for the next day if it didn't taste horrible. He drank this one a little more slowly than the first.

He had drained the can of the last drop as he walked into his apartment. He crumbled the can in a fist as he opened the door, chucking it into the overflowing garbage can.

And still nothing had happened... yet...

It was during the middle of a level of Mario Bros that he started feeling off. As in, the world felt just a bit too floaty. His whole body was shaky, and he could feel his face going pale, lips tingling in the way they did when he felt nauseated.

Shawn stood up, and the world bent slightly to the left. This did not feel good, oh he did not like this. He grabbed hold of the nearest solid object — his bed — and steadied himself. Blood roared in his ears as he leaned forward, holding his head in his hands.

As soon as it died down enough, he stumbling over to the kitchen. 'My iron level is just low, I just need something to eat.' It made sense, in his head. The first time this had happened, he'd been in high school and forgotten to eat anything all day. The nurse had told him eating some cheese would be the best idea for him at the moment.

Even though right now the mere idea of putting food in his mouth made him want to gag.

He grabbed a bag of shredded cheese from his fridge, and sprinkled a handful of it in his mouth. His vision slowly went back to normal, but the feeling of cotton being stuffed in his ears wasn't going away.

At this point Shawn wasn't even thinking clearly. He was just going by some kind of made up routine, and currently that routine was telling him to go take a shower and head to bed.

It was a great idea. In fact, every idea he had seemed like a great idea. Now, if only his body would just stop weighing a thousand pounds. It was making it very difficult to walk.

Numbly, he turned on the shower and began to strip.

'Oh hey wait. Maybe cold water will make me feel better. It'll like, shock me back to normal. Yeah, yeah that sounds right.'

He stepped in, the frigid water making his already shaky body shudder harder. But the cottony feeling in his head never left, only being joined by the sound of what he assumed was what a dog whistle would sound like.

And then the worst happened.

Shawn felt the world spin under his feet, as if he'd been placed on a record player. And soon enough, he began to feel himself getting metaphorically closer and closer to the tone arm. His body swayed, threatening to topple over.

There was no way — no way — he was passing out in his shower, not tonight.

Of course, that's what he proceeded to do.

Shawn's vision clouded over in darkness, and all his strength left him. Desperately, his arm reached to grab something, anything. His hands were met with air.

Somehow, luck was on his side (for once tonight). As he fell, he missed the sink by a hair. Literally. He felt the porcelain brush by on his way down.

Instead, he crumpled onto the ground in a heap, softening the blow somewhat by landing on his hands and rolling onto his shoulders.

Unfortunately, he managed to twist his wrist in a strange way, a wet snap permeating the air.

If he could, he would've screamed. But he only managed to muster up enough energy to let out a weak groan. The black faded somewhat, replaced by the laundry basket and toilet that spun around erratically.

So Shawn lay there, halfway inside the shower and halfway on the cold tile floor, waiting for the room to stop spinning. Eventually, it did, and he sat up.

He dried himself off one handed, his probably-broken wrist throbbing. Still being careful of his hand, he put his clothes back on. He grabbed the phone, and dialed Gus' number.

Shawn tried acting casual, but his voice came out a little slurred. "Heyyy, Gus! Buddy! So listen, funny story. Remember those Monsters I got earlier?..."

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Notes: I'm not as proud of this one as the other ones, but i couldn't think of anything else to write for this prompt.

Also: yes, this all happened to me (like, 2 years ago while I was still in high school). Yes, I was fine. No, I did not break my wrist like Shawn did.