Éponine Thénardier is secretly a badass (alittlefall) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-04-26 05:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, eponine thenardier, kaioh michiru (sailor neptune), scootaloo, tenoh haruka (sailor uranus) |
"Come closer so I can hit you!"
Who: Éponine Thénardier and Scoot, with tiny appearances from Tenoh Haruka and Kaioh Michiru
What: Post-surgery, Scoot is more than a little high.
When: April 6th.
Where: Haruka and Michiru's place.
Rating: Probably only PG13, largely for swearing. Potential TW for references to medical situations.
Status: Complete.
Things had gone perfectly, the surgeons were able to work quickly and in such a fashion that there would be little scarring. He was bandaged up and set with the stitches that he’d have to get taken out in a week or so and the local anesthesia was wearing off. What he was quickly left with was aching throbbing pain, so they gave him a shot of morphine for now, and the script for an antibiotic to protect and percocet for pain.
He was wheeled out into the waiting as per his request because he knows the back areas of hospitals make Éponine uncomfortable. He pushed himself up weakly, his head tipping forward but a little loopy. He smiled. “Hey...” Said to all of them of course. Haruka, Michiru, and Éponine. But mostly his girl.
Even for all she’d said, Éponine had been nervous. You couldn’t blame her, right? Hospitals weren’t exactly the best places for her, especially in a mental sense... without Haruka and Michiru’s distractions, she might’ve gone more than a little insane.
“Hey... how do you feel?” Maybe that was a bit of a silly question, but she felt like she had to ask it.
“A bit... Tired. Like really tired. And sore...” Tried to push himself up to standing and the nurse asked him to stay put. That he has to be wheeled out to the car before he was allowed to stand on his own. He sighed and let them wheel him out, the nurse telling Éponine that he needs to rest, eat well and easy foods to digest that won’t cause heartburn for at least a week. And needs the next dose of T in about three weeks.
And to Haruka said thank you for the extra donation to the hospital. To which Scoot just chuckled and shook his head, reached out to find Éponine’s hand.
Well, you couldn’t expect Haruka to have not made a donation, considering what good they were doing for Scoot. She loved him like the little brother she’d never had, after all...
Éponine took his hand, lightly squeezing. “I’ll take good care of you. Promise.”
Scoot squeezed in return and groaned when they helped him into the back of the car. He leaned against Éponine and put his head on her shoulder. The nurses handed Haruka the prescriptions and told them when to give it to him and to them all again that he was not to lift anything for 3 weeks, and not really get up for more than to use the bathroom for 2. And even then he should rest until he heals.
Éponine was totally fine with being a pillow, especially considering how... well, high he seemed to be. Better that than he lean on anything strange. “I’ll deal with all that. Easier that way.”
“You smell good...” Scoot pushed his nose against her shirt and took hold of her hip, letting out a little contented noise. They were set off on their way and it’s a good thing. “I want McDonalds... Can I have McDonalds. McDonalds is tasty and... chicken nuggets. Want so many chicken nuggets.”
Him and his chicken nuggets, seriously. He was bad enough when he wasn’t off his face... Haruka chuckled softly. “I guess we can get you some.”
“Woo...” And the moment he said that his head tipped lower and he began to snore rather loudly. He twitched and woke up again to see they were home and he was confused. And sad. Because... “Chicken nuggets....?” Pouted and looked up and tried to sit up but was gently pushed back against the pillow. “Éponine?”
“Don’t try to get up... you need to stay rested.” Him straining himself this early on was definitely something that Éponine wanted to avoid. He was going to heal right, dammit, and she was going to make sure of it. “You fell asleep pretty quickly...”
“Alright... Chicken nuggets?” Not even close to a man pout. Just a pout because starving. He hasn’t eaten in 18 hours. You’d be hungry too.
Éponine couldn’t help but laugh. “Don’t worry. You get your nuggets... Haruka made sure of it.”
“Yay... Nuggets.” Groaned and shifted just to get more comfortable and fuck, ow. He needs the painkillers dammit. “Ow.... Fuck this hurts.”
Good thing that Éponine’d already gotten him them! She’d even gotten him a drink, just so he could take them easier. “Take these and I’ll get you your long-awaited nuggets.”
Scoot took the glass and set it aside and tried to smack at her for that comment. And failed. He made an ‘eeeeh’ noise and flailed to try and reach and frowned. “Eeeeeeeh... Come closer so I can hit you!”
“Not a chance.” What would be the point in that, anyway? “Hit me, you don’t get nuggets.”
“I got my own nuggets!” Reached down and groped the packer because he can.
Oh God. Éponine barely kept herself from facepalming. “...That’s just kind of disturbing. And I’m telling Courf.”
“Heeeeey!” And as he was flailing at her he nearly fell and had to catch himself. “SASSAFRAS!”
Uh. What. “You really need to flail less. At least until you’re a little more together.”
“Alright...” He leaned back into the pillows and took the antibiotics and the painkillers before arching an eyebrow “What is this?” Shoved his hand out to show her.
“It’s something to help you. Antibiotics can have side effects, and this should keep at least one of them from happening...” Éponine wasn’t going into the specifics, just in case. Hopefully, he’d trust her.
“Oh. Okay then!” He took it and set the glass down, pushing more into the pillows because comfy. “Thank you... For all of this. And for what you’re going to do.” Smiled at her, and softened his expression.
She was so glad he’d taken that as explanation enough. It was awkward enough to talk about when he wasn’t more than slightly high... “No need to thank me. I’m... just glad I can help you.”
“You’re amazing...” Tipped his head back, the medicine starting to kick in quickly and it made him just smile at her, eyes a little glazed over.
It was amazing how quickly that medicine could kick in. Éponine couldn’t help but be slightly thankful for it, though. “I try. Between you and Courf saying that, I’m starting to believe it...”
“Good... If he ever hits on you I’m breaking his legs.” Frustrated face mostly brought on by the medicine. “With a moose!”
...A moose? What? Éponine wasn’t even going to try and make sense of that... “He has Jehan. I’m sure he won’t.”
“Even still... He’ll be eating moose burgers for a week!” Yawned and looked to her. “When for chicken nuggeeeeeets.”
Éponine rolled her eyes, leaving the room just briefly to get him those longed-for chicken nuggets. She couldn’t understand why he liked them so much, but hey, they made him happy. “Here. Try not to eat them all at once.”
She wouldn’t put it past him whilst he was like this.
Scoot began eating rather eagerly, using the BBQ sauce and everything and managed to get some off his cheek by moving his tongue around and giving a rather adorable frustrated deep in thought face. “Eh... Come on..”
How could that be so adorable?! Éponine couldn’t help but laugh, grabbing a tissue and wiping that off for him. “There... teach you to get overeager with your food.”
Took her hand before she could pull it away and pushed a gentle kiss on it. “You are amazing... And I’m a lucky man to have you.”
That made Éponine blush. Just slightly. “I just try my best... it’s what you deserve.”
“Oh my god. You know what is funny word? Frog. Froooooooooooogs. Frud. Groooooooog. Ack.” Began to laugh at his own words and actions.
Welp. That’d gone downhill remarkably quickly. “I think it’s time for you to have a nap...” It was either that, or he’d keep saying the weirdest crap imaginable... which’d no doubt go on for quite some time.
“But I don’t wannaaaaa!” Pouted at her. “Do I have to?”
That pout was cheating. On so many levels. Éponine was going to press on, though, and not let it beat her... just this once. “It’s either that or I’m going to have to record this and send it to Courf. He might die laughing.”
“Heeeeeeeeeeeeey.... don’t film me.” Even bigger pouting.
Éponine rolled her eyes. “Oh, like I would... maybe when you’re better, though...” Oh, the ideas she was getting right now. Terrible, terrible ideas.