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camille delia smith (camisutra) wrote in acttwo,
@ 2009-03-24 14:11:00

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!thread, camille-smith, derek-brennan

WHO: Camille Smith & Derek Brennan
WHAT: A visit.
WHERE: St. Mungo's.
WHEN: Today. Clearly.
WHY: Because I like drama.

There was a basket in her hand, a big wicker basket, the kind that had a flat top that opened up from the middle to reveal two sides of delicious picnic-y treats, and it was heavy. Heavy enough that Camille had snuck into her brother's flat (huzzah for wards that forgot that she wasn't him since they were twins and all), rifled through his textbooks (she never kept hers, they were big and bulky and didn't really match her whole decorating scheme), and found a charm that would make the basket lighter but still be able to hold all the delicious goodies she'd shoved inside. Because clearly feeding invalids mass amounts of sugary sweets was the quickest way to make them healthy again.

And as she'd made her way through the halls of St Mungo's, Cam had had another bag on her arm. Her other set of clothes, shrunk down to be less conspicuous. Big white underskirts tended to be a bit obvious.

So once she had finally made it to Bren's room-- she'd gotten lost a total of six times, having been redirected by annoyed nurses looking old enough to be her grandmother-- Cam had poked her head inside, giving him one of her wide smiles and reassuring him that she'd be "right back".

"I just have to change!"

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ultra_radical
2009-03-24 02:00 pm UTC (link)

This whole being in the hospital thing really wasn't his thing at all. This was only his second day and he was already bored out of his mind. He really didn't know how much more of this he could take. It wasn't even the injury itself that bothered him- he could handle pain or discomfort just fine. It was the fact that he was cooped up with nothing to do, and he was growing restless and antsy.

He was thankful that at least he had his friends. Both Cam and Maggie had promised to visit him that day, and he was anxious to see both of them. But in the meantime, his brothers had visited yesterday afternoon, and Anthony had left him some books to distract him. While he found Anthony's taste rather questionable, it was something to do to pass the time until Cam or Maggie arrived so he couldn't complain.

And right on cue, he heard the door open. He had expected it to be a nurse checking up on him, but he grinned widely as he saw Cam instead. Except he didn't have time to properly greet her as she was already out the door again. "What are you doing?" he called back, unsure of whether she was out of earshot or shot. Changing? Why did she need to change?

And then their conversation from the day before came back. He had been joking when he suggested that she wear her nurse's costume. Of course, that's not to say that he hadn't wished to actually see her in it, but he hadn't been trying to seriously convince her to wear it, and he hadn't thought that she actually would.

Well. At least it would make his afternoon a little more interesting. He shook his head as he sunk back into his bed as he waited for her to return.

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camisutra
2009-03-24 07:58 pm UTC (link)

The door swinging open grandly, Cam flounced into Bren's hospital room with a grand flourish, her grin wide like it always was. Her arms up in the air in a Vanna White-esque gesture as she stood before him, she couldn't help but laugh, smiling brightly at him. "So what do you think?"

Tossing the little white bag to the foot of his bed-- it now held the jeans and tee shirt she'd worn to the hospital-- Cam made her way over to the side table by the window, setting down the still-too-heavy picnic basket with a loud thud. "I brought.. hm. Chocolate fudge, chocolate frogs, sugar quills.. even though I like them more than you, that raspberry-lemonade tart thing, some apple tarts, cheddar biscuits for you to snack on for breakfast, uhhh, oh, there are some little hard candies in here too for you to sneak when you need them, and I think I put some brownies in here someeeewhereeee..." She trailed off, pulling each thing out to display in front of the basket, biting her lip. "I forgot something, I think. Where is it?" Digging around in the basket, she pushed aside napkins and silverware and glasses-- for what she'd misplaced-- until she could easily pull out a large, clear resealable pitcher. "I figured you couldn't possibly handle being cooped up here without something to drink that wasn't juice."

Finished displaying everything, Cam turned back to him, smoothing out the skirt of her costume. It was completely out of the ordinary-- a Halloween costume she only owned because of Maggie's interference and 'benevolence', though she'd ditched the hat and stethoscope-- but if Bren had said it would aid his recovery, she wouldn't say no. The heels were just because she couldn't find anything else white that would look somewhat decent with the costume itself.