stealinyurstuff (stealinyurstuff) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-04-08 13:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-07-09 |
Waiting Room Manners
Who: Neil, Abri (NPC) and Morrigan
Where: University of Michigan Hospital
When: about 8:00am
What: Medical attention
“Ow,” said Neil. He glowered at the squirrel monkey perched on the arm rest beside him. “That hurt you know.”
“I am unsympathetic to your plight as you incurred these circumstances by your own hand.” The monkey punched him meaningfully in the ribs, with just enough force to be quite painful to his maybe, possibly, probably broken ribs. Neil clutched his throbbing side indignantly while Abri stared fixated at the waiting room clock. (As she had for the last hour and a half.) “And this shuts you up nicely.”
The chairs in the hospital lobby were a particularly nauseating green color and all the magazines left on the end tables were two months out of date. The woman sitting next to him was wearing a ridiculous sunhat, had gotten the last copy of the local newspaper, and she wasn’t even reading it. Rather, she was using it as a clever shield while she stared blatantly at Neil and his familiar. She was staring at Abri for the obvious reason that she was a monkey and that was a little unusual. Also, Abri wasn’t bothering her hide her telepathic broadcasts from others so Neil imagined this was like real life Doctor Dolittle for her.
She was staring at Neil for the less amusing reason of his being a total mess. His clothes were partially burned (he’d been distracted by bullets and broken bones and hadn’t managed to keep his T-shirt pristine.) He’d incinerated his jacket when he went full flame, his hair stuck up whenever her torched… and he’d lost his left shoe. He’d therefore borrowed a pair of hightops from a closet – not his – that he’d broken into that morning and they were a very ugly shade of neon green. What’s more, Neil was sporting a good wealth of bangs and bruises, a choker of them around his throat, and a smattering up his arms and other places. His arm was in a makeshift sling and he couldn’t sit up straight because his ribs were, again, probably broken.
God, he felt just awesome.
…and he would have liked something to read rather than be stared at by an unblinking mouth breather.
“You’re a very brave person,” said Neil painfully to the woman staring at him.
“Excuse me?” said the lady.
“You,” said Neil with real emotion, “wore that hat in public. God bless you.”
Shortly thereafter Neil had his newspaper as the women left in a huff, leaving her camouflage behind. Abri was unimpressed with his brilliant ploy.
"How long will they let you sit here with broken bones?"
"Until all those people bleeding from the head stop bleeding from the head. Or my name comes up on the cue."
"Can I pet yur monkey?" asked a small girl with a headcold and a runny nose.
"Yes," said Neil as Abri protested, "No!"
Abri glowered and withstood snotty pettings from the little girl. She eyed Neil with dislike and remarked privately, "You are remarkably cavalier considering there is a pack of angry mafia vampires after you. I believe I shall chalk it up to your being functionally retarded."
"You wouldn't be the first," said Neil.