Heidi Petrelli (walks_again) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-08-24 00:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | buffy summers, heidi petrelli, spike, thread |
who| Heidi Petrelli, Buffy Summers, and Spike
what| Crazy straws, Nyquil, and Motherly instincts.
where| The Hyperion; LA
when| Following this graffiti post.
rating| TBA, most likely G/PG.
status| Thread; In progress.
That a sick person should never be forced to fetch their own liquids was a concept that Heidi felt should have been universal. A twiceover mother and five-time sibling, she'd always been the one padding throughout the house for a thermometer or dashing down to the corner store for another bottle of Sprite. It had, over the years and, especially following the birth of the boys, become second nature.
Making sure the boys were well absorbed in their Playstation, she descended to the kitchen, and after a short game of Fridge Tetris, extracted one of the bottles of ginger ale she kept there in the event of an upset stomach. Into a cup it went, complete with the cheery blue crazy straw she'd promised on the board. A quick stop off in the pantry for a package of Saltines in the event something to nibble on was needed to help keep the Nyquil down, and a minute's pause to zap one of the portable, microwaveable Campbell's chicken noodle soup cups(Purchased with the hope that Nathan might one day be able to heat them without causing the container to combust.), and she was loading the small tray. Double-checking it to make sure the disposable thermometer wouldn't bump against any of the other items, she headed for the elevator.
Checking the room number against what she remembered having seen concerning the room assignments, Heidi tapped the toe of her shoe against the door. "Buffy? It's Heidi. I come bearing gifts of ginger-ale and alcoholic antihistamines."