| [Oct. 20th, 2009|05:56 pm] |
"Home? Not yet. We have to go dancing first," Ginta said as he carefully lowered himself into the chair. He didn't think about other promises to go dancing he'd made and broken. Promises Kakashi had made and broken. Now was now, Hiro was Hiro, and... "Dammit. Ow. OK, wait."
The IV line was stretched taut, pulling from the stand by the bed. And his haloed ankle was resting against the floor. He lifted his leg from the hip and twisted in the chair. "Um. Ow. You know it's like working out with unequal weights. They ought to put sandbags on my other ankle or something. Ow. Okay. Can you grab that thing and hook it here?" He pointed to the IV. "Should of just taken it out or something. I mean, it's not gonna exactly kill me to let it run dry for a little while."
While Hiro set about unhooking the IV from the bed, Ginta sat down again and carefully--oh, so carefully--used both hands to try to lift his leg up onto the extended foot rest. It hurt a lot more trying to do it by himself than when he'd had help, and he scowled at it, intent on figuring out a way to make it work. If he was going to be allowed to go home--and by home he meant his own apartment, not Grandmother's villa--he was going to have to figure out how to manage...
"Ow."
"Need some help?" Night nurse number three. Oh thank the generosity of heaven. Or whoever was being generous. She adjusted the leg rest, added pillows, tucked a blanket over Ginta's lap and insisted he wear socks. One on the left foot, and one pulled as far onto the right as the metal allowed. Which meant he had a floppy stocking cap of a sock clinging to his toes.
"That is seriously not cool," he told her.
"Better than cold," she replied. "You be good now, Sakamoto-san."
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