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littlegreengirl (littlegreengirl) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-05-31 02:15:00

"Ooouch! What was that for?"
Who: Gaila and Scotty
What: Gaila gets let out of the hospital
When: Today
Where: Nawlins
status: complete
Rating: PG for noms




Gaila found herself checked out and unceremoniously charged a small fortune before being tossed out on her ass. Well, almost. She was wheeled out on her ass. Where was Scotty in all this?!

Well, umm...Scotty didn't realize they'd be discharging her so soon, so he was at his hotel and hadn't visited yet. Whoops? >___>

He was currently glued to watching what he missed last night, a miniseries with one hillbilly family versus another hillbilly family. And convincing himself further that this country is entirely nutters....even historically speaking.

Umm...maybe the hospital could perhaps call him, so he could perhaps stop gawking at the telly like the slack-jawed yokels he was watching?

"These people are bloody insane," he was saying to no one in particular - since no one else is in the room - while nomming on a packet of crisps.

Hospital is like honey badger, they don't give a shit. Except the nice nurse lended Gaila her phone and she was calling Scotty."

Yay for nice nurse! But boo for the hosptal being like honeybadger. They can't just roll people out like that and leave 'em on the curb!

"Uhm Scotty?"

The phone must've rang, because he answered it on autopilot, still watching the telly. "Aye? Do ye need anything? I was goin' tae visit, just as soon as this episode's over. But if ye need something now, I'll move me arse tae get it."

"They just discharged me!"

"What?! Already?" He went to sit up and nearly fell right off the edge of the bed. "Are ye well enough tae be oot of there?"

"I don't know but I guess they think I am." She wasn't sure she could STAND straight.

"I dinnae know about that. It seems a wee bit tae soon. Maybe I can trouble me cousin tae look at ye, if ye can make it back on a plane. I havenae even gotten tickets yet." He was running around the room, throwing a few things into his backpack and making sure he had the keycard and the car keys. "I'll be there in a moment!"

He hung up and was out the door, in the car, and driving like vrooooooooooom!

Gaila made a face, "I'm tired of being poked and prodded, Scotty. I just want to rest and go home and forget any of this ever happened." She liked to forget, it was more fun not to remember!

Maybe he hadn't hung up the phone. Ooops. Oh well, they can talk while he's on his way over there.

"I'll see about gettin' ye home, but I'd feel a wee bit better if ye let me frankenstein freak of a cousin take a look at you. Simply tae make absolutely certain that...oh really, was hitting yer brakes really necessary? I think not. Where was I? Absolutely certain that they didnae mismanage things here. It likely wouldn't take long. Maybe I can bribe her into making a housecall."

"No," Gaila insisted. "I'm fine. I just need rest and some painkillers. They're idiots here, but I just want to..no housecalls!"

"She's me cousin, it's vastly different. It's nae like she'd blab about ye or anything! It'd take her two bloody seconds just tae look at it. I think yer bein' silly. Yer goin' tae have tae see someone at some point or other. Ye might as well see me cousin. She's insane, her coffee is toxic, but apparently she knows what she's doing."

He turned into the hospital parking lot and kept an eye out for red-haired green skinned lass in a wheelchair.

Wee bit hard to miss that, he thinks.

Gaila felt her eye twitch, "No. I'm fine. Please don't make me beg, I'll beg. I really will. I don't want to SEE her!"

"Why nae? She liked you, and I thought ye liked her?" He parked right then, the car coming to an abrupt halt, and he got out with the phone in hand. "Yer bein' stubborn. This' nae the time tae be stubborn. I only want tae make sure yer nae goin' tae fall apart. May I end the call now or would ye like tae beg in stereo, lovey?"

Insert massive grin right at her. :D

"I like her. no doctors. Or I'm not getting into the car." She folded her arms stubbornly, wincing a bit.

"Oh, of course. Whatever ye say, dear." Scotty noticed the wince and pointed. He'd get around that. Placate her now and then - because he was sure she needed follow up appointments - simply call his cousin and bypass any stubborn arguments by having Moira come over. Brilliant problem solving! Go him!

He rounded the car and tried to very carefully help her out of the chair and into the passenger seat. "Ready? Up we go. Movin' slowly."

That was the only way he'd get her to see a doctor at this point, anyway!

Gaila let herself be moved into the car, "When do we go home?"

He knows, and that's why he's going to do that. Smarts! He has them.

"I thought they'd be keeping you for a few days longer, since ye were in pain," he admitted, fussing a little to adjust the seat and make her comfortable. "I suppose that wasnae the case, so I'll have tae get plane tickets. As soon as possible. Did they give you any medications at all?"

She nodded her head and handed him a lengthy sheet of paper

He looked at the list like he was reading it twice and checking who was naughty and nice, for that is how long it was.

"...all right, well...this'll be interesting."

He took the paper, folded it, and put it into a pocket for safe keeping. "Right then, aff we go! Ye want me tae go directly tae the airport or would ye like tae rest for a wee while, while I try tae get us some tickets?"

"Santa Claus is going to be very very good to me," Gaila replied, giggling.

"Lies. Yer naughty and ye know it," he said, closing the car door. He ran around and got in, behind the wheel, slamming the door shut like he had a race to finish. "So which did ye want tae do?"

"Go home?"

"So airport first, then. And wait there until we can catch a flight, or...would ye rather wait in the hotel room?" He was staring at her like 'which you want, ok?'

"Huh?" Gaila peered at him, "Oh. Huh. Uhm... hotel?"

"Okie dokie then. Hotel it is." And off they go! "I still dinnae know about ye bein' released this soon. I mean, did ye heal up faster than they'd expected?"

He had thought it would be two weeks, at least. But he's not a doctor! So he couldn't say for sure or not.

"I think they wanted someone with more money to like...have a bed. Or something. Bastards..."

"They cannae kick ye oot because of that. Not unless they want tae get sued, since this country is so happy slapping a lawsuit onto every wee thing they can think of."

Scotty? Is so calling Moira now. And asking for a enemy clan favor.

Gaila reached over and took Scotty's phone, hanging it up, "Can we worry about that later?"

"Well...it's just...I didnae want ye tae...die suddenly or get an infection or turn into a zombie."

Oh yeah, he went there.

He said it. He's not taking it back. Zombies. They can happen. At any time.

She squinted at him, "I'm not going to turn into a zombie. I was burned, not bitten!"

"All it takes is one wee infection tae go wrong, and I'll wake up with ye trying tae gnaw yer way through me skull." Trololol, he's watching the road like a hawk while driving. "It could happen. Any time."

She leaned over and bit his shoulder.

Pain face, he's making it. His poor delicate scottish man flesh. "Ooouch! What was that for?"

"Now you're infected too. We can eat brains together, forever!"

"I dinnae want tae! We have an open enough relationship that ye can go aff and eat brains by yerself!"

She bit him again!

It was a wonder he didn't swerve. But he managed not to, due to extreme levels of focus. And bracing his arms against the steering wheel to keep himself sitting up straight.

"Stoppit! Keep yer zombie germs tae yerself! Stop infecting me!"

In no time at all? Hotel. They are parked there. So he can turn his head and stare at her accusingly.

Giggling, she moved her biting to his neck. Her last shot might have finally kicked in, or she was reaaaaaally stubborn.

That was...really rather nice. He wasn't complaining, because the giggle at least gave it a cute factor of zombification in progress. And it had been a while since she nibbled on him. Even if he was telling himself he really should not be thinking about anything at all remotely frisky, given her present condition.

"In we go," Scotty interrupted, or tried to.

She'd be one of those cute, sexy zombies. You need to watch out. She kept trying to gnaw at him.

"Okay, that's enough, lass...let's get ye indoors..." Pet pet pet went one of his hands over her hair. Must have willpower!

She was even making nomming noises, "Nomnomnom.."

That resulted in a lot of laughter. Scotty squiggled a finger into where she was nomming and poked his finger into her mouth, like he was trying to break the suction off a suckerfish currently latched onto him. Once that was done, he was out of the car like he'd transported himself! Phew. He thought there wasn't going to be any escape.

Snipe: Gaila latched onto his finger and sucked on it, then let him help her into the hotel room. She looked around, "This place is a shit hole!"

"It's nae tae bad. It was very affordable," Scotty countered, not even offended in the least. He even seemed proud over being so thrifty. "The sheets are clean, at least. I checked. And no bedbugs!" Because he checked for that, too.

"Did you CHECK for the bedbugs?" She looked at him a little worriedly. Like she didn't trust them.

"I checked. Like I check any food I order before it goes into me mouth," he assured her, helping her over to the bed. "Just rest here and I'll see about getting us onto a flight home."

"I never spit in your food," She replied, somberly.

"I know. But it it's something layered, I'm in the habit of checking." Onto the bed she went. "And I only really checked before, because we argued so often."

"Jerk."

"Ye started it."

"You started it!"

"No, ye did. Not me. Yeeeeeeew."

He already had the laptop out and was looking up flights.

She reached over and smacked his arm, "Not too early tomorrow. I want to sleep in in a real bed!"

He nodded like he heard her, and kept typing and scrolling through results for a minute or two.

"Well, it looks like tomorrow afternoon at the earliest for the both of us. There. All done.
Umm...enjoy yer holiday in New Orleans for one more evening?" Scotty smiled hopefully at her.

"When do I get my beads? I never got my beads..."

"I'll get ye some beads. What color?"

"ALL of the colors!"

"All of the colors it is." Scotty gave her a thumbs up. "Laptops there, phone's there by the bed if ye need help, and I'll be back shortly."