The pain in his shoulder and arm starts out dull and throbby and is probably what wakes him, but soon it's sharp and hot and so bad he starts to shake with it. He tries to say something, catch someone's attention, but there's loud clicking and whirring all around and something covering his face and for a second everything freaks him out enough that he almost forgets the pain but then, nope, there's definitely going to be no forgetting of that.
The clicking and whirring abruptly stop and a young woman in a lab coat comes rushing in. "It's okay. You're okay." She grabs at the hand he's got clutching the thing over his mouth. "It's just a breathing mask. It's helping you get enough oxygen."
Oh. Oxygen is good.
Pain is bad.
"H-hurts," he manages to say. "Please, it hurts."
A wave of it crashes over him and his back arches without his consent. He tries unsuccessfully to curl into a fetal position, but something's holding him down and the attempt makes everything worse and he couldn't stop the sob that escapes him even if he wanted to. Soon there are two more people in the room and they're saying things he can only barely understand about tolerance and fast metabolizer and multi-modal something-or-other and fuck, why aren't they just knocking him unconscious with a baseball bat?
Someone pushes a syringe into his IV and it seems to take forever for anything to get better, but then it finally does and he's so relieved he can't ev—
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FanfictionScott's vision is fuzzy. Hazy. Unfocused like it hasn't been since the LASIK. He vaguely wonders why, but his head hurts so much he's distracted and can't figure it out. He thinks for a second that he's drunk. That he's given himself the mother of...
