Who: Leopold Bannon and Zane Rosen What: Zane isn't well enough to go home, but he's well enough to be a real pain in the ass. Where: The clinic When: Sunday evening Warnings: Language; tbd, PG-13
When he was running around trying to help with keeping Camelot running short-staffed, Zane had thought that time off had sounded amazing. Time spent doing nothing but lazing around in bed, watching TV, whatever normal people did on their days off, it sounded fucking amazing. He hadn't planned on it happening laying in a bed in the clinic. Since Wednesday, he'd realized that laying in bed got really uncomfortable after a while, and there was nothing good on TV anyway. The comics had been good entertainment for a while, but they didn't exactly take long to finish, and there were only so many times you could read them before you started cussing the characters out for making bad life choices, and Henry probably didn't want to read any more of those rants in text message form. He'd run out of levels of Plants Vs Zombies that morning, and he was pretty sure that meant he'd been laying around way too long.
Possibly the worst part was how little he actually got to see Ban. He hadn't thought that Ban would be able to spend much more time with him than with any other patient, he just hadn't realized how little that would be, with as many people as were crammed into the clinic. Sure, he could Mindspeak him any time, but that wasn't as good as being able to share a bed with him at night. Even off-duty visits tended to turn into Ban working, because there were just that many people who needed care. Normally, Zane would admire how dedicated his—the man was to his job, but not when he was stuck in the clinic and really fucking bored.
Zane's roommate had been released that morning, which at least meant that if Ban had a few spare minutes to drop by, Zane wouldn't have to share him with anybody while he was there. That only made a difference if people would stop paging for a doctor. With a sigh, Zane flopped back onto his bed, tossed his phone aside, and gave Mindspeech another try. :Ban? I need you.: Hey, it might be playing dirty, but from what he was getting through their bond, he had a feeling that Ban needed a couple of minutes with him just as badly.