Ferris had never experience pain like this before and didn’t know if there was a proper way to react besides scream and cry - both of which he was on the verge of doing. “ALL RIGHT? LOOK AT MY LEG! IT’S BLOATED!” Ferris wasn’t even sure if bloated was the right term to use but it was the first thing that had come to mind during his little freak out episode. He sniffled hard, and wiped his eyes against Leo’s shoulders once he was close enough. Ferris could hear his dad’s voice saying that boys didn’t cry because they didn’t want to look weak, but oh wow Ferris was failing at that. “I’M TRYING OH MY GOD I’M TRYING!” Circling both arms around Leo’s neck, Ferris used his good leg to get his body standing up as he tried his best to not do anything to his bad one even though it seemed to hurt more as time went on.
Now he was hiccuping. Ferris hopped on his good, right leg a few times to find a balance. “O-okay. You know I just— always wonder w-what it would feel like to have a broken bone because I never had one you know and this is the worst pain ever like oh my actual jesus so remember Leo be careful what you wish fo—OOOR!” The aftershock was happening and Ferris didn’t think twice before jumping into Leo’s arm and burying his head into the other’s neck. “DON’T DROP ME DON’T DROP ME DON’T DROP ME.”
“Swollen,” he corrected with a small grin, looking over at his friend before pressing his lips together to attempt to not look amused by what was currently happening. Leo shouldn’t be, he knew that. But, when he had heard that Ferris wasn’t accounted for, he had thought the worse and to have something that looked like it was just a broken leg - well, Ferris would live. Still, he felt bad that the handyman was in pain at all and did all he could to make sure that he was holding Ferris up more than Ferris had to hold himself up. “I know! I know, calm down. I got you,” he gripped his friend tighter and looked at him sincerely. “If I have to actually carry you to the hospital, I will, okay? I got you,” this time when he smiled, it was out of reassurance than amusement.
Listening to Ferris explain how he always wanted to experience a broken leg, Leo couldn’t help but chuckle, then. Having been a boy who got himself into many different situations, that wasn’t something he had to think about since he experienced it. Before he was able to comment on it, however, the ground was shaking again and his eyes were wide because of it. “Fuck, we just need to stay still we’re gon—” he was cut off by Ferris jumping in his arms. Leo didn’t even freaking know how, but somehow the older man hopped himself on up and Leo had to cradle him. “Jesus Christ!” he yelled out, his knees almost giving out at the sudden pressure as he held onto Ferris. Ferris, who was taller than him. Maybe skinnier, but he had to admit that this wasn’t completely easy. “I’M NOT GOING TO DROP YOU! STOP SQUIRMING!” Maybe Ferris wasn’t squirming and it was just the earthquake but he was pretty sure any longer and he’d have to let Ferris fall on top of him. Thankfully, the shaking stopped and it eased him slightly, and allowed him to situate Ferris easier in his arms as he let out heavy pants. “You okay?” he wasn’t completely sure if he was just suppose to carry Ferris to the nearest paramedic or the hospital or if he put him back down, so he’d let his friend call that shot.
Ferris heard distant noises as he continued lying there on his back, hoping and waiting that it would be his turned to get save. He could hear an ambulance drive past every now and then and every time he yelled for help his voice only got drowned out by the sound of the sirens. He tried to push off the debris once more, but it was like trying to push a mountain to him. Ferris couldn’t believe how he felt no pain and had no damage whatsoever from having what seemed like half his house fall on top of his leg. And after a few moments of trying to push, he gave up once more and fell back down to his back. He was about to pull a Saw (cut his leg off and crawl away) when he heard his name. Ferris quickly sat up and looked around the dark rubble. “I’m in here!” He shouted back, hoping that his voice would be enough as guidance.
Ferris twisted his head to the side and saw Leo, letting out a sigh of relief. “Yeah I’m fine,” he said with a nod. “Look.” Ferris nodded at what was on top of his left leg. “And I don’t even feel a thing!” He said with a smile. Ferris tried to assist Leo with the rock moving, but ended up just sitting and watching. He looked at Leo’s face and caught his reaction from his freed leg. “What?” Ferris’ brow furrowed as he looked at his leg and tried to move it. Nothing. The boy tried standing up when, “I don’t und— OH GOD. OW. OKAY. LEO IT HURTS NOW.” Ferris fell back down to his bum and gripped at his knee. “LEO IT REALLY HURTS. MOTHER—- FUU.” His eyes began to sting with tears as he stared at his fractured leg.
Leo’s eyebrow raised when Ferris seemed to say that his leg didn’t hurt, not understanding how what he was currently not feeling any pain since the leg looked swollen to hell. “Uh huh,” he said, not totally convinced but not questioning it either. “You still need to get your leg chec— FERRIS, NO, DON’T STA—” before he could attempt to grab the boy and have him not move too much, but it was no use and the boy was hollowing in his ear before he knew it. It caused Leo to cringe, half cause of how close and loud he was, and half because he assumed that had to hurt extremely badly. “Yeah, I figured,” he murmured, watching his friend for a moment and desperately trying not to laugh. He was able to fight the smile off of his face when he saw the tears and shushed him, rubbing his arm soothingly. “It’s all right, bud, I’m going to get you to the hospital. Okay?” his eyebrows raised before he moved Ferris’ arm to hook around his neck.
“You’re going to have to work with me here,” his own arm hooked around his old roommate’s waist, attempting to get him to his feet. “I’m going to do my best to make sure you don’t have to put pressure on your bad leg. If it gets to be too bad, we’ll figure something else out, yeah?” he continued to pull at Ferris slowly, just in case it was too much for him and he had to put him back down. Leo made sure to watch his friend’s face for any sort of reaction, as well.
Earthquakes in Florida were never a thing — at least Ferris had never experienced one himself. For a second, when the house began to shake, Ferris had no idea what the hell was happening. He had just finished putting his tie on when he noticed his hands were shaking. Ferris was watching his hands in the mirror and when he looked down at his hands, they were fine, but looking back at the mirror they were still shaking. Then the rattling came and the gears inside of Ferris’ mind started to click. He’s only seen this happened in movies, but how did one even survive an earthquake? Was he suppose to duck and hide? His tall frame kind of made that hard to do, so his first thought was to just get out of the house. He called out to his other roommates - were they okay? Did they leave for the party already? Hell, was Ferris allowed to grab his things? When Ferris couldn’t even stand up straight, that’s when he realized that he didn’t have time to think about what things he should save and just made his way towards the front door.
The next seconds were blurry — maybe Ferris hit his head too hard. Dust and rubble seemed to of been falling in front of him as he hurried down the stairs and things just went to black. Before he knew it, he was opening his eyes and laying on the ground, rubble surrounding him. Part of the roof and side of the house was pretty much open, and Ferris groaned as he wiped whatever it was, dust or whatever, that was covering his face. “Guys?” Ferris coughed out, realizing there was dirt or whatever in his mouth and he spit at the ground a few times before trying to push himself off the ground. That’s when he realized he could move. Ferris looked behind him through the ashy atmosphere to see bricks and whatnot on the lower half of his body. It didn’t hurt, was the first thing he realized, and from what he saw he couldn’t see any blood. He pushed a few bricks out of the way and tried moving again, but there was no avail. He tried moving one of the heavier looking objects, but Ferris was too weak to do so. The boy gave up after a few minutes and fell back on his back, panting with his eyes closed. Ferris just did what he thought was the right thing to do then: scream. “Help!!!”
Honestly, as soon as he heard Ferris’ name under those who have not been accounted for’s list - Leo didn’t think twice. It didn’t matter what his body ached, and he wanted to rest. That adrenaline that a mom gets when their child was trapped under a car hit him and he cut his conversation short with Stevie to leave. For once, his badge and town position came into authority when security tried to stop him and he was out the door. He knew the town better on foot which is why he decided to walk. Well, run. To Ferris’ house. Once he was there, he let out heavy breaths, slowing down to a slow walk as he saw the remains of the house. It caused his hard to speed up before he was calling out for his friend. “Ferris!” Leo was careful as he entered into the house, seeing just how bad everything was and almost sliding down to a fall because of rubble.
“Oh, fuck. Thank god,” he breathed out when he saw his friend and carefully moved his way too him. He didn’t look dead, but he figured there was something there that could have been pinning the man since he was just chilling in his nearly destroyed home. “You scared the hell out of me,” he chuckled as he said that, moving to bend over closer to Ferris and move a hand to his shoulder, then began to uncover what was on his old roommate. “Are you all right?” he asked, the concern coming back since he didn’t understand what would keep him from moving. The bricks were heavy, yeah, but movable. It wasn’t until he uncovered Ferris’ leg did he see what had to be holding his friend back. “Shit,” he visibly winced at the sight. “Damn, that must hurt. But we’re going to have to get you out of here and to the hospital. Can you do that?”
Need some help?
Is there a reason you’re laughing?
WHY WASN’T IT F**KED YESTERDAY I WOULD OF HAD SOMETHING TO DO AT WORK! D:
…. Did you censor yourself?
Time to move.
Definitely. Not call one of my best friends - who are both repairmen - to help me out here. Good idea.
You fucked it?
Instructions weren’t clear, got my dick stuck in a sink pipe.
I’m not tired.