Astoria Greengrass (irondaisy) wrote in the_colony, @ 2010-11-13 21:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | ^ week 22, andrew kirke, molly williams, | drew and molly |
Week 22 - Saturday
Characters: Andrew Kirke and Molly Williams
Location: Molly and Jack’s room
Summary: Drew does the bedside thing.
Rating: G
Bringing a tray of food up a flight of stairs was a lot harder than he thought, but it was easier than having to go up and down the stairs. He considered in a personal accomplishment that the glass of Tang hadn’t tipped over and spilled everywhere. The real fun, however, was getting the door open.
“My kingdom for a tray holder,” he said to himself. “Molls, you awake?”
Molly felt miserable. She couldn’t remember a time when she had felt this sick, and it had terrified her at first. She had seen lots of people get sick in die in the last year, and she didn’t want to be one of those people, not after what she had already survived. She had been assured by the doctor that she would get better and she had no reason not to believe it. Still, her head was pounding, and she spent most of her time caught in the small space between sleeping and awake.
When she heard Drew voice though, she pushed herself up just a bit, untangled herself from a cocoon of blankets that she had curled up in and stumbled, a bit tired to the door. Pulling it open, she offered him a small smile. “Hey you. What did ya bring me?” She teased, her voice raspy from coughing.
“Jam waffles with syrup, and almost-not-sorta juice,” Drew replied as he moved through the door, nudging it closed with his food. He brought the tray over and set it gingerly in her lap.
Molly hadn’t exactly been feeling hungry the last couple of days, but she knew better than to turn the food away, especially when she actually liked what had been brought to her. She took a sip of the juice before replying.
“There’s nothing wrong with Tang. I used to love the commercials when I was a kid because they had a monkey.” She said with a short nod as she began to pick at the food.
“Koolaid and Tang was all I could afford to drink my freshman year,” Drew said fondly. “And sometimes Sam’s Club cola if I managed to save up enough pocket change from busking. Good times.” He grabbed the nearby chair and dragged it next to her bed. “Feelin’ any better?”
Molly just shrugged at Drews question as she chewed on a forkful of waffle. “Still tired. And miserable. But not so much. Coughing a lot less.” And, as if on cue, a short bout of coughing rang through the room. “Still better than before.” She said before taking a swallow of her drink.
Drew grimaced sympathetically in response, but he didn’t want to leave her bed so quickly. She was bored and lonely, and she’d been there for him so often when he’d gotten into those spells up in the radio tower in Vegas.
“I bet I could find some cards downstairs, if you were up for it,” he offered. “After your done eating, I mean.”
“That sounds great to me.” She said a little more enthusiastically than she would have normally. “That is if you can handle losing anyway.”
Drew grinned. “Oh yeah, tough guy? You’re just a master card player?”
“I don’t have to be a master to be better than you.” she smirked.
That pulled a snicker out of him. “Yeah, we’ll see about that,” he said, standing and heading to the door. “Back in a flash.”
“Alright. Well, I’ll be here. Duh.” She said with a giggle, tackling more of her breakfast.
Drew returned within two decks of cards and two different board-to-card games, just to give her a few options. He knew quite a few card games, some that needed two decks, but the way she talked maybe she knew a few he didn’t.
While Drew was gone, Molly stuffed down a few more bites of her food quickly, eating about half of it before placing it carefully on the night stand near her bed. Food felt a little funny on her stomach in the last couple of days, but she made an effort to eat for the most part.
“What game did you want to play?” She asked when he returned.
“It’s all you, Molls,” Drew said with a smile. “We’ll play whatever you’re up for. I’ll still beat your skinny butt, no question, but I’m willing to beat your skinny butt at anything you’re up for.”
Molly jokingly scoffed at Drew’s words before sticking his tongue out at him. “Whatever you say. How about poker? Seth taught me how to play a long time ago.”
It was like she’d reached into his head and picked the card game he was worst at. “Can’t exactly play a betting game with nothing to bet with, goober,” he told her.
“You sayin’ you’re chicken?” She smirked a little, raising her eyebrows as if to dare him, before giving a long fake sigh. Drew laughed. “I suppose we could play war if that’s more your speed.”
This was the Molly he knew. Even if she was pale and her hair sticking to her forehead, she seemed like her old self. “War it is,” he agreed, putting the other decks on the bedside table and scouting around for a book or something for them to use as a flat surface.
“You could just use the tray.” Molly said with a little laugh, “Just move the dishes off of them.” She leaned over a little bit, removing the plate and glass, making sure that nothing had spilled on it before pulling it onto her lap.
Drew grinned in response, splitting the deck in half and shuffling before dealing out. “Okay then. Let’s do this.”
****
Three games of war, two of card Scrabble, and one of speed ate away at least three hours of time. Drew knew he had other duties he needed to get back to, but he was anxious to leave Molly alone.
Molly, on the other hand, seemed oblivious to his concern. “Don’t worry, I wont tell anyone about how you cried because I beat you.” she said teasingly, despite the statement clearly being a lie. She leaned back against her pillows and grinned. “What’s on your mind?”
“How much cooler it is to hang out with a person hocking out their lungs than to go sit in a cold car for an hour,” he said, reaching out to give her head a playful rub.
“What can I say, I’m pretty awesome.” She winked, “But Ana or someone is bound to come looking for ya eventually.”
Some of the smile melted out of his expression, but he nodded, shoving his hands into his hoodie pockets. He knew it was too much to ask that he sit with Molly all day and keep her company. Even in the World Before, staying home all day with a sick friend would’ve been considered irresponsible. There were things that needed to be done, and he needed to do his part. “If you need anything, you can walkie-talkie for me. You know that, yeah?” he asked somberly.
“I know that.” She said serious for only a moment before giving him a mock salute. “You have fun doing those chores.”
Drew grabbed at a nearby throw pillow, bopping her on the head with it before he let it drop away so he could pick up her dishes. His face had begun to pinch in a frown by the time he loaded up and was ready to go.
“Feel better, Molls.”
“Of course. You try not to look so grumpy, Drew.” She giggled and waved as he headed out the door.