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I have a fuller version of this coming out soon! I'll link it when it comes out!

Last week's winners were double and we both picked the same prompt so we voted for this week's drabbled to be 200-400 words. So mine is 400 this week.

Pain radiated through his head, down his neck, and into his back. He blinked at the dimly lit alley with warehouses that towered around him. Disoriented, Shawn struggled to make sense of where he was or how he’d gotten there.

Shawn searched his pockets, relief flooding him when he found his phone.

“Shawn, do you know how late it is?” Gus yawned.

“Sorry, buddy. I was wondering if you could talk me home? I’m in the warehouse district.”

“Shawn, I’m sorry, but I can’t. I would be lucky to get back home in time to get ready for work. I’ve only had four hours of sleep.”

Shawn sighed, hung up, then tapped his Dad’s number.

Three rings, four rings, then five. After eight long rings, Henry’s phone went to voicemail.

“Uh, hey, Dad. Funny story, but I’m somewhere out in the warehouse district and was wondering if you could take me home? I tried Gus, but he’s busy. Uh, let me know if you get this and can come? Thanks.” Shawn's voice quivered from the temperature drop.

Shawn grimaced and called the next person.

“Hey, Jules. Sorry to call so late, but I seem to be a little lost and could use a ride. I’m somewhere in the warehouse district. I’m not sure what happened, but something is wrong. I think I’m hurt. Can you take me home?” Shawn frowned and shivered again. His head was feeling funny and his eyes started to droop.

Juliet’s worried voice came through his speaker in patches before ending abruptly. He’d lost reception. Low battery mode. Emergency Calls Only.

Shawn’s head spun as he got to his feet. He picked a direction at random and walked down the alley, still feeling confused.

His vision blurred as red and blue lights flashed in the distance, the sound of sirens growing louder.

Shawn’s knees buckled when he spotted Lassiter, and he practically collapsed into his arms.

“Spencer!” Lassiter’s voice was sharp but edged with concern. “What the hell happened to you?”

Shawn clung to Lassiter, his voice barely above a whisper. “Lassie, I need… I need you to take me home.”

Lassiter tightened his grip, steadying him. “Yeah, Spencer, we’ll get you home. But you need medical attention first.”

Shawn groaned but didn’t resist as Juliet caught up and they led him to an ambulance. He was exhausted, and in pain, but he’d be going home.

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