WOW HEY sorry about the radio silence. drdone here taking it from @akireyta and passing it onto @preludeinz

here’s what you missed on glee

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Virgil slept like the dead.

It’s a well known fact that sleep is important in their family, given how busy they all are. Gordon knows Virgil hadn’t slept the night before, even after working a full shift and the dealing with all the shit that’s happened since. So Gordon’s glad he’s sleeping.

But by God is he bored.

He’s flipping through the channels on the TV for the sixth time, like somehow that’ll magically reveal something he’ll want to watch. His phone’s low on minutes and the internet sucks on it anyway. He doesn’t really want to leave Alan’s side, so he can’t really go talk to any of the staff, unless they come into the room.

And a lot of them do. Nurses come in and out of Alan’s room, checking his vitals and medicine. They’re busy, though, and barely acknowledge him. He doesn’t really blame them. A doctor comes in at one point and gives him the rundown.

Alan hasn’t woken up fully yet. He’s woken up a few times, but not enough to be coherent. The doctor says that’s normal, that he’s got a head injury and had to get surgery. He’s likely not going to be fully lucid until much later. Gordon knows all of this, but he doesn’t say anything. He just nods and thanks the doctor.

John’s texted him to let him know they’re alright and not to worry, which is a bold statement coming from John. Honestly, none of Gordon’s older brothers get to say that. He gets it, he does, but they’re all worrywarts and he won’t take that from any of them. He says as much to John, who ignores him. And so now Gordon’s lost his last bit of entertainment, because Penny’s not responding either.

So, as bored as he is, he notices when the routine is suddenly interrupted.

A male nurse comes into Alan’s hospital room, which isn’t that unusual. Gordon probably wouldn’t have questioned it at all if he wasn’t ten minutes early and holding a syringe. That’s bound to make anyone nervous.

“What’s that?” he asks.

The nurse freezes, like he hadn’t seen Gordon. Gordon’s definitely suspicious now, even as the man recovers and says, “Just a painkiller.”

Gordon frowns, but the man turns away anyway. As he moves closer to Alan, Gordon glances down at his shoes and feels his heart skip a beat. He’s seen a lot of weird things, but he’s never seen a nurse wear steel-toed boots before.

Oh, fuck.

He jumps to his feet and launches himself forward, yelling, “Virgil!” at the same time.

He hits the man solidly and knocks him off balance. The man thrusts his elbow back, but not before Gordon hits the syringe out of his hand. He feels a spike of triumph, even as his face explodes in pain and he falls backwards. He hits the chair he’d been sitting on with the back of his head, hard enough to be stunned.

He hears Virgil yell, and through watering eyes, sees him go for the man, too, hitting him and knocking him to the ground, just to the right of Gordon. There’s yelling outside the room now as the two roll.

Gordon scrambles upwards and tries to pull the man off of Virgil, but the man pushes him back, hard enough that he falls again and hits the ground. His head is aching now, but he’s pushing to get himself back up. The man pulls back his fist –

And it’s grabbed by someone else. He’s yanked bodily off of Virgil, to the ground, and a boot planted on his chest.

“What the hell is going on here?”

Gordon’s now lying on his side and squints up at the familiar voice. He knows that voice; it’s Dad’s old partner, Sergeant Lee Taylor, glaring around the room. Gordon’s never seen such a beautiful sight before and drops his head back on the ground, letting out a long, pained sigh of relief. “Thank fucking God.”

“Don’t think he’s got much to do with it,” Lee says. “And watch your language.”

Virgil lets out a slightly hysterical laugh. Gordon just mumbles, “Yes, sir.”

“Is anyone going to answer my question?” Lee says.

Gordon gestures towards the man. “He had a syringe. No nurse wears steel-toed boots. You do the math.”

His words come out a little garbled, likely due to the blood that’s literally gushing from his nose, but Lee’s face goes stony, so he got his point across. Gordon’s job is done. He pulls his shirt up over his nose and goes to pinch it, which is a mistake. A very painful mistake.

“Ow, motherfucking hell.”

“What did I just say about language?” Lee says, but the concern in his tone undermines the stern words.

“I think my nose is broken,” Gordon complains.

“Good thing we’re in a hospital, then,” Virgil says, kneeling down next to Gordon. He gently pokes at Gordon’s nose, which hurts like a bitch.

“You’re hilarious.”

“I do my best.”