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Richard Grayson ([info]flyinggrayson_) wrote in [info]parabolical,
@ 2009-08-02 03:40:00
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Who: Dick and Terry
Where: the manor
When: August 2
What: Finally out of the hospital
Rating: TBA

Dick was really down with the hospital, he wasn't suppose to be checked out for another week or two. That just wasn't working with him at this time. He slowly got out of bed and walked to the drawer that had some of his clothes in it. After struggling to get dressed because of the pain he finally started to make his way out of the hospital. He tried his best not to be noticed by anyone, although he was stopped by an orderly that asked where he was going. His answer was simple enough and the orderly bought it which was the only thing that counted. It wasn't long before he breathed in sweet freedom as he went out the hospital doors. He had called a taxi earlier so it was waiting out there for him. He rested his eyes on the drive to the manor, the traffic wasn't the best but he didn't think the drive was that long.

Once inside the manor he didn't go straight to his room but to the kitchen. He was sick of hospital food and he was sure that there was something edible somewhere in the household. Although with a teenager it was risky to assume that but if there wasn't any good food he wasn't about to go grosery shopping in his condition. He would just eat whatever looked remotely good to him. He sat at the counter as he waited for the oven to heat up, just staring at the tempture number that glowed on the stove.


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