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Tweak says, "sweet moses in a handbasket"

Andy Gallagher is not the droid you're looking for (brain_ninja) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-04-16 19:53:00

Entry tags:

!complete, andy gallagher, day 04, lexie grey, location: church

Who: Andy Gallagher and Lexie Grey
Where: The Church
What: Lexie checks out Andy's injury for him
When: late afternoon
Rating: TBA but probably no more than PG or PG-13
Status: Complete

Lexie, with whom he'd only talked on the journal and could only hope was actually a doctor, said that she suggested only having one pill every eight hours. It had been early morning when he'd taken the last, but he had no idea how much time had passed since then. Probably not eight hours, even though his leg was starting to ache dully and itch. Lexie had said she'd come over and take a look which made him feel infinitely better. Martha was apparently missing and if that wasn't bad enough, he felt like a selfish dick for wanting her to be around just to have a look at the wound to see if he'd let it unintentionally get infected.

So, he waited. He was feeling a lot more "with it" than he had been earlier when Luna was there, so he could only assume that the Vicodin was wearing off. Lexie had said she was looking for a sewing machine which had, admittedly, freaked him the fuck out, but if she was planning on sewing him up, maybe that was for the best. Except for the part where Martha had said it was going to hurt so bad he'd probably pass out. That didn't sound terribly appealing. I'm not a fucking pair of jeans, man...this is gonna blow so hard.

The sound of the door opening caught Andy's attention and he sat up, looking over his shoulder. Hopefully it was Lexie rather than Luna returning. He didn't want her watching if Lexie was going to give him makeshift stitches. "Hello?" he called out, trying to peek around the pews from his spot on the floor unsuccessfully.

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brain_ninja
2009-04-19 09:15 pm UTC (link)

"I've been here half a week," Andy replied with a facial shrug. It was probably a lot of people by comparison, he thought, rather than in a general sense.

He was nervous to see her go, but he nodded and gave a weak wave with one hand.

As she walked down the aisle, Andy closed his eyes and tried to relax. Surely, she'd be back. It was daylight. Lexie would be fine. And she'd come back for him and fix it. He hoped.

The time seemed to slide by at a snail's pace. Andy was dying to take another Vicodin. The pain, now, was starting to make him nauseous again and he shifted uncomfortably on the floor, tapping his fingertips anxiously on the hardwood floor.

There was no way of knowing how much time had passed since she'd left, but when he heard the door open and Lexie call out that she was back, Andy relaxed and smiled. The smile only grew when she said he wouldn't have to worry about the chloroform. "Awesome, what'd you come up with, then?" he asked, raising his eyebrows and watching her approach, upside down, as he leaned his head back. "Sleeping pills?"

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