Who: Bruce and Darcy Where: Darcy's place What: Take you home When: Monday 16th September, lunchtime Rating: High cos it's them Open: Nope Status: Ongoing
Bruce had worried about Darcy for night after night for the last few days, having kept a close eye on her wound as it slowly closed. He had the space on the ward so he managed to keep her close by to him and Jacob, thank God. But she drove him fucking insane most of the time with that goddamned half open hospital gown, making him blush and stammer and frustrate him no end. She was worse for winding him up than Tony was but in a thankfully whole other way.
He got her discharged with some dressing changes and helped her home, having brought to the hospital one of her sinful skirts and a thick jumper and things so she could feel like a human again. He managed to get her home with relatively little bad thoughts about her backside and helped her inside. "You get comfy on the couch, I'll make you lunch." he smiled, dropping the dressing kit on her coffee table. "Do you and Jane own any food?"