Shadowspun (shadowspun) wrote in camelot_drabble,

A Wholeness of Life, Part 3

Author: shadowspun
Title: A Wholeness of Life, Part 3
Rating: PG
Characters: Gwen, Morgana, Lancelot
Summary: Gwen is doped up, but she can still recognize her true love.
Warnings: someone gets injured in the bank robbery
Word Count: 907
Prompt: 372, Bingo - love at first sight
Notes: Part 1, Part 2

Part 3

Gwen stared at Morgana as she lay on the cold, tiled floor in front of the teller’s station.  She could see Morgana’s glassy expression from here. She just wanted to get up and huddle next to her best friend.  She couldn’t though, and that was killing her. So she blinked slowly, trying to get through to Morgana. When she finally did, she breathed a tiny sigh of relief and felt some of the strain leave her body.

Now there was nothing to do but wait out the robbers.  They’d have their money and be gone. The bank was insured, after all.

Out of the corner of her eye, Gwen saw an older woman clutch her bag tighter when one of the robbers approached her.  “No. I will not give you my purse.”

“Lady, just give it to me and you’ll be fine.”  The robber, a slight man who talked with a country accent, held his gun a bit tighter. 

“No.  This was the last thing my husband gave me before he died, God rest his soul.  You will not have it.” Gwen turned her head a bit and saw the stubborn look on the old woman’s face. 

“Seriously, lady?  You’ll risk your life over a bag?”

“My Bernie gave it to me.  If you want my money, then I can just pull out my wallet now and get it for you, but you will not get this bag.”

One of the other robbers started over.  “Just grab the bag. We have to go before the cops show up.”

The robber reached for the bag, but the older woman swung it towards him, hitting his hand.  The gun went off, shocking everyone in the bank. The robbers looked at Gwen, who was gasping as she held her arm, before they broke into a run out the bank doors.

Morgana was on her feet before they even cleared the doors and skidding to a stop in front of her friend.  “Oh, god, Gwen.”

Gwen looked up at Morgana.  “‘Gana, it hurts.” The pain and the shock of being shot in the shoulder moved over her and she blacked out.

Gwen came to briefly in the ambulance, vaguely hearing Morgana give details to the paramedics about whether or not Gwen was allergic to anything.  She passed out again before she could say anything.

The next time she remembered waking up, it was night, and there was a dim light shining from the hallway outside the hospital room she was in.  As she looked around, she saw the slumped form of Morgana in the chair next to the window. “‘Gana?” she croaked.

Morgana woke up to the slight sound and looked around groggily, “Huh?”  Her eyes landed on Gwen and she grinned. “You’re awake!” She bounded out of the chair with a small basin in her hand, and stood over Gwen.  “How do you feel? Are you in pain? Should I get the nurse? Should I get the doctor? Do you need something to drink?”

Gwen snorted, a tiny, pained smile making its way across her face.  “Can I answer one of those questions before you ask another?”

Morgana let out a gust of air.  “Oh, Gwen. I was so scared. I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?”

“I didn’t know how you’d react to anesthesia.  They almost lost you trying to save you.”


Morgana cringed.  “You’ve woken up twice already.  Don’t you remember? You puked up most of your stomach the first time, and the rest the second time before passing out again.  You had a reaction to the anesthesia.”

“I did?  I don’t remember.”  Gwen frowned. “I guess that’s why my throat is burning and my mouth tastes like something died in it.  Why doesn’t my shoulder hurt all that much?”

Morgana put the basin on the little side table and reached for the cup of water and straw there.  “Morphine, my friend. Morphine. You have a drip in your arm.”

“We’ll be weaning you off it in the next day, Ms. Thompson.”  A smooth voice came from the tall man in a white coat who stood silhouetted in the door.  He moved into the dim light cast by the moonlight. Gwen’s brain just stopped. He wasn’t the most handsome man she’d ever seen.  Being Morgana’s friend meant she’d had plenty of exposure to handsome men, but there was something in his eyes that just radiated kindness.

“This is Dr. Lake, Gwen.”

The man reached for her hand and closed his fingers around her wrist, taking her pulse as he checked his watch, disregarding the machine doing the exact same thing.  “Now that you’ve gotten the anesthesia out of your system the hard way, you’ll start feeling better. We removed the bullet from your shoulder. I’m afraid there is some significant damage due to the angle the bullet took, but that’s what physical therapy is good for.”

Gwen nodded.  The morphine made this so much easier to listen to, and she certainly wanted to keep listening to him talk. 

“Gwen?  Say something.”

“Huh?”  She looked at Morgana, whose face had scrunched into a worried frown.  “Oh. Yeah.” She looked back at Dr. Lake and smiled dopily. “I like your eyes.  Will you marry me?”

Dr. Lake grinned at his patient.  “I like yours, too. We’ll see about the marriage.  Get some more sleep now. We’ll talk about all of this when you really wake up, okay?”


Tags: *c:shadowspun, c:gwen, c:lancelot, c:morgana, pt 372:bingo-round 1, rating:pg, type:drabble

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