Whumperless Whump event

Day 15: Broken In An Alley (Psych 2006)

Summary: Shawn's pissed off the wrong guy...

Notes: Takes place after 'Poker? I Barely Know Her!'

Whumperless Whump event day 15: mugged (alternate prompt)

Word Count: 425

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Shawn lay on the wall of an alley, bruised and bloody. He groaned as he tried sitting up. Something liquid-y ran down his forehead and into his eye. It stung. He frantically tried blinking it out, but that only succeeded in spreading it in a fine film over his sight. It was tinted in red. He realized the other eye, the one not covered in red, was shut. Most likely swollen, judging from the shock waves of pain emitting from it.

Something rolled in his mouth, just under his tongue. He moved it around, turning his head to the side to spit it out on the dirty concrete. A small white and red object clattered along the ground, bouncing before coming to a stop a few feet away from him.

He wheezed, his lungs aching with every breath. Specifically in the left, where he found his hand already clutching at it. It felt bruised, and- yup, that was definitely a broken rib moving around in there.

Shawn brought a leg up and closer to his torso, and then the other, knees just barely a foot away from touching his chest.

Now the he felt confident enough that he wouldn't slide down the wall onto his back, he used the sleeve om his left arm to gently wipe away the blood clouding his eye, then moving on to clearing it from his forehead. He was met with a jagged gash. Not from a sharp object, it was most likely from a punch that tore it open. The skin around was tender and delicate to the touch. It must've had some bruising around it as well.

He slowly stood up, sliding his back against the brick wall for stability. His shirt scraped against the rough bricks, catching and pulling at minuscule loose threads.

Thankfully, his legs weren't really hurt. It seemed like it was only his upper half that took the beating.

Shawn groaned as leaned against the wall, which was currently his only support. He knew his smart-alec attitude at the poker tournament would bite him in the ass, he just didn't expect it to be this violent. Hell, Shawn thought he was going to die. But he wasn't. Although it did feel like he would if he didn't get to a hospital, fast.

Using his free hand, he reached behind to his back pocket and grabbed his phone. One of his fingers, the pointer, began throbbing. Great. That must have been broken too.

He ignored the stabbing and the burning sensation and quickly dialed 911.