013 Misfortune - 100 Days

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Title: 013 Misfortune - 100 Days
Fandom: Psych
Author: MusicalLuna
Rating: eT
Characters/Pairings: Shawn, Gus
Genre: Hurt/Comfort
Warnings: None
Complete: Yes
Summary: Shawn doesn't handle injury well.
A/N: For my poor whumped Middle.
Disclaimer: I don't own Psych or the characters. Yet. My lawyer and I are working on that... (J/K! Don't sue me!)

 

“Oh my god,” Shawn moaned upon waking. “Are you kidding me? It's still there!”

 

Gus gave him a look, eyebrows raised. “You expected it to have miraculously disappeared while you were taking a nap?”

 

“No—well, yeah—but—” He groaned and then winced as the arm gave a sharp pang when he sat up.

 

Gus' hand appeared, holding out a single white pill.

 

Shawn swallowed it down without question or protest and then whined, “Make it go away, Gus. I don't want it anymore.”

 

Gus sighed. “It's only been five days, Shawn.”

 

“I don't care,” he muttered sullenly. “I hate it. It's heavy and I ache and I can't do anything by myself and DAMMIT IT ITCHES!” He started clawing at the the cast in frustration.

 

“Hey, hey, hey!” Gus said, swatting at his hand. “Knock it off, Shawn! You'll mess up your fingers!”

 

“I don't care!” Shawn growled, sitting back in the sofa with a whumph. “This sucks. I can't even get comfortable to watch TV!”

 

Gus stood there, watching him for a long minute until Shawn was ready to snap. Just before he lost control of his mouth, however, Gus nodded his head, indicating Shawn should get up. “Come on. Let's go for a walk.”

 

Shawn hunched down, digging his heels in because he felt like crap and he was in the mood to be an ass. “I don't wanna.”

 

“I'll buy you a fried banana.”

 

Pursing his lips, Shawn's eyes rose to Gus' face reluctantly. “And chocolate?”

 

Gus nodded solemnly. “And chocolate.”

 

The cast was still there, but Shawn could take it. Gus made it easier to forget.