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White Collar - "Losing The Fight"
Title: Losing The Fight
Author: TeeJay
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whitecollar100 Prompt: #11 Family
Genre: Gen
Characters/Pairings: Neal, Peter
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Peter harrumphed nervously. "Is everything all right?" - "No," both Neal and the nurse said simultaneously.
Author's Note: Takes place the same day as "Hospital Policy".
Disclaimer: White Collar, its characters and its settings belong to Jeff Eastin and USA Network. And, guys? Your characters are not only welcome, they're wonderful. I'm just borrowing, I promise.
There was an unusual commotion coming from Neal's room when Peter got to the hospital. He peered in through the window and saw what looked a lot like an argument—an agitated Neal exchanging words with a resolutely head-shaking nurse. It was then he noticed the restraints around Neal's wrists.
Peter knocked on the door, not waiting for an answer before he entered. Both Neal and the nurse fell silent.
He harrumphed nervously. "Is everything all right?"
"No," both Neal and the nurse said simultaneously.
"They restrained me," Neal said, half frustrated, half angry. "And they won't take these off." He yanked at the wrist restraints for good measure.
Peter looked at the nurse, who shrugged. "He tried to climb out of the bed last night, nearly giving himself a concussion in the process. Not to mention tearing the stitches in his back. It's for his own protection."
"That was last night," Neal said in a wailing tone. "I'm awake now. I don't need these."
Peter looked at the nurse, giving his best reassuring, consoling expression. "Could you release him for as long as I'm here? I can assure you that I'm going to keep a close eye on him."
"I'm sorry, sir, but we'll need consent from a family member."
"He's practically family."
"Practically isn't good enough, I'm afraid."
Peter considered pulling his badge, but then thought the better of it. He looked at Neal as if to say, I'm sorry, I tried.
Neal's eyes were large, impossibly blue, and begging. Something clamped around Peter's heart.
"Can't you make an exception? Please?" he tried again with the nurse.
"Please know that I empathize, but there are liability implications. I'm afraid I can't allow it."
Neal let his head sink back dejectedly on the pillow, knowing he'd lost the fight.
Author: TeeJay
whitecollar100 Prompt: #11 FamilyGenre: Gen
Characters/Pairings: Neal, Peter
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Peter harrumphed nervously. "Is everything all right?" - "No," both Neal and the nurse said simultaneously.
Author's Note: Takes place the same day as "Hospital Policy".
Disclaimer: White Collar, its characters and its settings belong to Jeff Eastin and USA Network. And, guys? Your characters are not only welcome, they're wonderful. I'm just borrowing, I promise.
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continued from
"And Isn't It Ironic, Don't You Think?"
"Thou Shalt Not Kill"
"At The Mercy Of Fate"
"Through The Haze"
"Questions And No Answers"
"Hospital Policy"
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continued from
"And Isn't It Ironic, Don't You Think?"
"Thou Shalt Not Kill"
"At The Mercy Of Fate"
"Through The Haze"
"Questions And No Answers"
"Hospital Policy"
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There was an unusual commotion coming from Neal's room when Peter got to the hospital. He peered in through the window and saw what looked a lot like an argument—an agitated Neal exchanging words with a resolutely head-shaking nurse. It was then he noticed the restraints around Neal's wrists.
Peter knocked on the door, not waiting for an answer before he entered. Both Neal and the nurse fell silent.
He harrumphed nervously. "Is everything all right?"
"No," both Neal and the nurse said simultaneously.
"They restrained me," Neal said, half frustrated, half angry. "And they won't take these off." He yanked at the wrist restraints for good measure.
Peter looked at the nurse, who shrugged. "He tried to climb out of the bed last night, nearly giving himself a concussion in the process. Not to mention tearing the stitches in his back. It's for his own protection."
"That was last night," Neal said in a wailing tone. "I'm awake now. I don't need these."
Peter looked at the nurse, giving his best reassuring, consoling expression. "Could you release him for as long as I'm here? I can assure you that I'm going to keep a close eye on him."
"I'm sorry, sir, but we'll need consent from a family member."
"He's practically family."
"Practically isn't good enough, I'm afraid."
Peter considered pulling his badge, but then thought the better of it. He looked at Neal as if to say, I'm sorry, I tried.
Neal's eyes were large, impossibly blue, and begging. Something clamped around Peter's heart.
"Can't you make an exception? Please?" he tried again with the nurse.
"Please know that I empathize, but there are liability implications. I'm afraid I can't allow it."
Neal let his head sink back dejectedly on the pillow, knowing he'd lost the fight.