Wash was propped up and looking a whole lot better than he had when Jo had seen him. He was also getting very testy on the whole subject of still being at the hospital. It really would have been an interesting competition to see between he and Maxine who wanted him to get out of the hospital more.
He was still bruised along his head, but the cut was healing. His leg was still in a cast and propped up with a couple of pillows. His arm was still in a cast as well, though it had a few markings on it from people who'd visited. Wash thought the tradition a little odd, but it seemed to make others happy enough.
He was watching the TV above him when Maxine came bustling in as he took a bite of green flavored jello.
"Maxine!" he exclaimed, a dribble of green exiting his mouth uninhibited. He slurped it back up and looked down at her with a smile.
"I know! I can't! But I want to! Can you sneak me out? Is Jo here? How did you get here?" Wash said, obviously with more energy than he'd had before. He looked around for a responsible adult.
The hospital staff was being very thorough with Wash. Suspiciously thorough. Annoyingly thorough. They wanted to make sure his concussion was gone. They wanted to make sure there was no organ bruising. They wanted to make sure there were no signs of whiplash or spinal cord injury.
All of this sounded very important and all but all he wanted to do was get out of the place. They'd become like overbearing parents. He'd half expected to see a knitted sweater on his bed. At least he was allowed to wear most of his own clothes now.
Granted, at the same time he knew if he left he would be a pile of gooey pain. It was a necessary smothering. Like having a really bad case of hiccups and someone smothering you with a pillow. Kind of like that.