Who: Charlie Isaacs and Tyler Spivot What: Waiting For Cookies Where: An undisclosed hospital in England When: present day Rating: PG? Charlie has a mouth on him sometimes. Wait. That sounded dirty. Status: Complete
To be honest, after Charlie had closed his eyes and allowed himself to relax a bit, not too long after getting his stitches-- and, of course, making his phone call to Krista--he was out like a light. And for a good, long time too. He didn't remember a damn thing from the time that he zonked out at the clinic to the time he drowsily came to a day or so later.
Of course, the first face he saw was Spivot's, and that had made him smile, but he didn't visit long--or much, even. He was too busy drifting in and out of a horribly deep sleep.
The next time Charlie came around, he was feeling much better, and surprisingly well rested, but Tyler was actually nowhere to be seen. Maybe she'd gone back home, and Charlie certainly wouldn't blame her for that. She didn't have to stay with him 24/7. He'd be alright.
After Charlie threw a bit of a fit, the nurses finally let him have his phone back--even though it was apparently 'against hospital rules'-- and he was able to check up on things. Including where Tyler had run off to.
She'd wanted decent coffee, so she'd wandered off to find some. Charlie was just fine with that. In fact, he insisted that she go home and get some real sleep as well as some real food but he wasn't sure if she'd listen or not. He did ask, that if she came back, could she please bring cookies with her. Only time would tell.
For now, he was resting. Naps here and there, reading the paper, or rather unenthusiastically flipping through the channels on the television. It was something, right?