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lostandalone22Title: An Unexpected Emergency
Prompt: "Seizures" from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
angst_bingo
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: Ray was the first one to notice the twitching
Fandom: Generation Kill
Notes: There needs to be more Trombley h/c, so I decided to write some. Also, I'm looking for some Trombley icons, headers, etc. if someone can help me.
Brad was coming close to losing his icy demeanor. Of all the things he'd had to deal with because of Trombley, this was the one that came completely out of left field, leaving the whole platoon in a precarious situation.
Ray was the first one to notice the twitching. Trombley's hand was twitching and Ray made a sarcastic comment about him itching to shoot something. The hesitant laugh that came back from their youngest squad member was enough to make Brad glance back at him. Something was off. His laugh had come out too hesitantly for it to be natural. The kid's skin had gone pale, his hand had begun to shake harder, and Rolling Stone was giving him his best worried and freaked out look.
“Pull over,” Brad ordered to Ray. While he was getting on the radio to tell the rest of the platoon that they needed to stop, Trombley's whole arm started to twitch. He took his hands off of his rifle and looked at Brad with something akin to panic written on his face. Brad started to ask if there was something he should know about when it started. Trombley's eyes rolled back in his head, and Brad yelled at Ray to stop, not caring if the Humvee behind them hit them.
Brad vaguely heard Ray explaining what was going on over the radio as he threw his door open and ran around to Trombley's side. He yanked the younger man's door open and pulled him out from under his armpits. Trombley's body was rigid, and this made it harder for Brad to keep his grip, to drag him to safety. Without realizing it at first, Wright was helping him, guiding Trombley's still seizing body towards the ground from his position. Brad put his whole body around James' body, trying to prevent him from hurting himself worse. It was only moments later when Nate, Espera, Enceno Man, and the Doc were kneeling around them, and trying to get to Trombley, to keep his head steady and see if he'd respond to them.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Brad noted that he had started chanting “you'll be okay. It's all right” in a soothing voice to his subordinate. Twenty hours a day for god only knows how long with the same people made them tighter than the families that they left at home. As the youngest member of their team, they'd all grown protective of him, like they would a little brother. Right now, even Ray was being unusually quiet as the Doc took Trombley away from Brad, trying to stop the violent seizure, trying his hardest to get him to answer. This had come on so quickly. There was no warning. Trombley had been fine just an hour before, quiet but fine.
The doc was mumbling about not having the right medication, not having enough supplies. “Does he have a preexisting medical condition?” It was background buzzing to Brad until it became a direct question. “Colbert, does he have a preexisting medical condition?! Has he mentioned anything to you, maybe he spoke about Epilepsy as a child?”
He was fighting to find the right words to say. He would have remembered if Trombley mentioned ever having seizures, because it could directly effect them all, but if it wasn't preexisting, then their whole platoon could be in danger, it would be environmental and this was worse than just getting the flu.
“No...” Brad stammered. “I would have remembered.” Brad shot an unsure look at Ray, who merely shrugged. His gaze moved on to Rolling Stone. If anything, it would have made a good human interest piece for the journalist. They didn't even make eye contact. Whatever this was, it was on him.
There was sudden stillness, and Brad moved closer again. The Doc felt Trombley's pulse, listened to his breathing, and looked up at Brad. “He's all right. He's just sleeping right now. Give him a few minutes to come around. Then, we need to get him back to base camp.” He looked at the journalist and then back at Nate. “Can he ride with my team?”
Nate nodded an affirmative and told Wright to go back to the other vehicle. Taking the journalists place, Nate moved closer in to crouch next to the youngster. Trombley's eyes opened and he looked around dazedly, trying to figure out what happened. “Did I get shot?” He asked in a breathy voice, and Brad took a deep breath as he grabbed the canteen of water and chuckled in relief.
Prompt: "Seizures" from
angst_bingoRating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: Ray was the first one to notice the twitching
Fandom: Generation Kill
Notes: There needs to be more Trombley h/c, so I decided to write some. Also, I'm looking for some Trombley icons, headers, etc. if someone can help me.
Brad was coming close to losing his icy demeanor. Of all the things he'd had to deal with because of Trombley, this was the one that came completely out of left field, leaving the whole platoon in a precarious situation.
Ray was the first one to notice the twitching. Trombley's hand was twitching and Ray made a sarcastic comment about him itching to shoot something. The hesitant laugh that came back from their youngest squad member was enough to make Brad glance back at him. Something was off. His laugh had come out too hesitantly for it to be natural. The kid's skin had gone pale, his hand had begun to shake harder, and Rolling Stone was giving him his best worried and freaked out look.
“Pull over,” Brad ordered to Ray. While he was getting on the radio to tell the rest of the platoon that they needed to stop, Trombley's whole arm started to twitch. He took his hands off of his rifle and looked at Brad with something akin to panic written on his face. Brad started to ask if there was something he should know about when it started. Trombley's eyes rolled back in his head, and Brad yelled at Ray to stop, not caring if the Humvee behind them hit them.
Brad vaguely heard Ray explaining what was going on over the radio as he threw his door open and ran around to Trombley's side. He yanked the younger man's door open and pulled him out from under his armpits. Trombley's body was rigid, and this made it harder for Brad to keep his grip, to drag him to safety. Without realizing it at first, Wright was helping him, guiding Trombley's still seizing body towards the ground from his position. Brad put his whole body around James' body, trying to prevent him from hurting himself worse. It was only moments later when Nate, Espera, Enceno Man, and the Doc were kneeling around them, and trying to get to Trombley, to keep his head steady and see if he'd respond to them.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Brad noted that he had started chanting “you'll be okay. It's all right” in a soothing voice to his subordinate. Twenty hours a day for god only knows how long with the same people made them tighter than the families that they left at home. As the youngest member of their team, they'd all grown protective of him, like they would a little brother. Right now, even Ray was being unusually quiet as the Doc took Trombley away from Brad, trying to stop the violent seizure, trying his hardest to get him to answer. This had come on so quickly. There was no warning. Trombley had been fine just an hour before, quiet but fine.
The doc was mumbling about not having the right medication, not having enough supplies. “Does he have a preexisting medical condition?” It was background buzzing to Brad until it became a direct question. “Colbert, does he have a preexisting medical condition?! Has he mentioned anything to you, maybe he spoke about Epilepsy as a child?”
He was fighting to find the right words to say. He would have remembered if Trombley mentioned ever having seizures, because it could directly effect them all, but if it wasn't preexisting, then their whole platoon could be in danger, it would be environmental and this was worse than just getting the flu.
“No...” Brad stammered. “I would have remembered.” Brad shot an unsure look at Ray, who merely shrugged. His gaze moved on to Rolling Stone. If anything, it would have made a good human interest piece for the journalist. They didn't even make eye contact. Whatever this was, it was on him.
There was sudden stillness, and Brad moved closer again. The Doc felt Trombley's pulse, listened to his breathing, and looked up at Brad. “He's all right. He's just sleeping right now. Give him a few minutes to come around. Then, we need to get him back to base camp.” He looked at the journalist and then back at Nate. “Can he ride with my team?”
Nate nodded an affirmative and told Wright to go back to the other vehicle. Taking the journalists place, Nate moved closer in to crouch next to the youngster. Trombley's eyes opened and he looked around dazedly, trying to figure out what happened. “Did I get shot?” He asked in a breathy voice, and Brad took a deep breath as he grabbed the canteen of water and chuckled in relief.
