Chance Renard (one_last_chance) wrote in midway_ic, @ 2011-09-23 21:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | chance renard, graham fischer, week 6 |
{ w h o } Chance and Graham
{ w h a t } Good News
{ w h e n } Friday, mid afternoon
{ w h e r e } Graham's Trailer
{ r a t i n g } G
{ s t a t u s } Complete
Chance had sent one of the gofers out for the mail earlier in the day, careful to repeat his instructions multiple times before he let them go. He didn't trust the lot of them, but he couldn't very well handle every little, minuscule task himself even if he wanted to. There was too much work to be done, even when his primary assistant wasn't busy puking his guts out.
Chance had somehow managed to miss the illness, despite the fact that he'd spent most of the week at Graham's bedside. He'd barely even left the trailer except for absolute necessities. One such necessity knocked at the door. Chance rose from his seat next to Graham, crossing the small space so he could see who was there.
One of the gofers passed him an envelope through the crack in the door, addressed to Graham from his college. Chance held it in his hands carefully, as though one false move might break the contents. He moved back over to the bed, settling down into his chair again.
"Graham, look," He smiled, holding the envelope where the other man might see it, "It's from your college."