Open to anyone who might be hanging out in the hospital

[lazyinlove]

Date & Time:Today through the weekend.
Location:The hospital, yay! Wait. Not yay.
Characters:Stan and anyone else who is feeling under the weather/doing volunteer work/happens to be a healer/got lost looking for a friend?
Summary:It turns out eating nothing but cookies and vodka for 3 months isn't as great of an idea as it sounds.
Warnings:Just put them in the subjects, guys. I'm up for anything.

Starting action but I'll happily tag prose, too.


A: [Waiting around for an X-ray or a urine test or something like that, just bored in a corridor with no one but nurses and candy stripers to talk to. But oh, hey, there's another patient too. Someone conscious, even.]

B: [Basement stairwell. Everyone knows you're not allowed to smoke in the hospital. Everyone also knows that there's that one stairwell where you can always get away with it. Have a chat, bum a smoke, or grab him by the ear and march him back to the nurses.]

C: [Gift shop/gardens/chapel/out in the corridors Sure, the hospital garb gives him away as a patient, but the nice old lady behind the counter/the chaplain isn't a tattletale. He's not deathly sick, after all, and bed rest is unbearably boring.]

D: [Holy shit, sometimes he's even in bed. Maybe you're his roommate, or you're looking for a friend but you got lost? Maybe you came to see him, because you're out of weed or something? Either way, you'll find him in 808. And he'll probably be psyched for the company.]

Comments

[justgo]

[Tess is doing work here and there, learning the trade. It's a little menial in terms of effort for the moment but she doesn't blame them, new and all. Still, it's a little frustrating to be sent to check the stairwell due to reports of smoke, even when she's sure this is a regular thing.

Coming upon it, she leans over the railing, raising a brow at the sight.] Sure you wanna be doin' that?

[lazyinlove]

[He's been here since last night, which is just long enough to know that everyone smokes in this stairwell. So he has no reason to be concerned about it. At least, not until someone unexpectedly chastises him for it. Stanley jumps at least a foot, and drops the cigarette on the floor. He chokes on a lungful of smoke for a second, after inhaling it too quickly in a startled gasp. Ow.]

Jesus! What? I...uh...

[justgo]

- Guess not. [A scoff as she shakes her head, goes down a few more steps so they're close enough for a quick conversation at least.] What're you here for, anyway? Haven't seen you leave since I got here.

[And she's been here the whole day, as it stands.]

[lazyinlove]

Just inspecting the stairs.

[He teases, a joke that might work a bit better without the IV pole he's carting around. Or the drafty gown he's wearing under that hospital blanket. But he decides to pay her a compliment, hoping it might soften her up a bit. He doesn't want to get dragged back to bed yet.]

This one's alright so far.

[justgo]

I'm sure it is.

[And she takes another step down until they're practically on the same level. Arms crossed, Tess has a little smile on her face. He plays his cards right, he won't have to go back to his room.

Not like she's learning much yet anyway.] Any other stairs you need to investigate?

[lazyinlove]

Um. Nope, last one.

[He offers her a small, kind of shy grin. He's not used to talking to strangers yet, and it probably shows. But at least she's not ripping into him or anything. He holds the railing and eases down onto a step. If he's sitting down it's harder to drag him away, right? Right. Besides, he's feeling shaky again. It's better if it doesn't show.]

Gotta be thorough, you know? Stairs are important.

[justgo]

[Careful in observation, Tess doesn't say much - if he looks shitty, she's gonna haul him back to get help before the worst happens but for now he looks... alright. Close it, anyway. No wounds from what she can tell at least.

A slow breath and she closes her eyes for a moment, a little bit from exasperation.] Got a point. Rotted, and they'll give you hell.

Bad excuses aside, how're you feelin'?

A

[koufukuriron]

[ Hey Stan this is Ayano. She'll be your nurse.

Well, not really. She's just moving things around and making sure all the rooms and stuff are stocked. Apparently nobody needs her healing scarf at the moment, so it's been a fairly peaceful day for her. ]

Hello, are you waiting for someone?

Re: A

[lazyinlove]

[Is he? That's a good question. He's pretty sure no one knows he's sick, now that she mentions it. Maybe he should call someone. Yeah. He probably should. The plants will need watering.

He probably looks pretty silly, actually. Parked in a corridor with a pet IV cart strapped to him and a hospital blanket or 3 over his shoulders. But he manages a kind of shy grin anyway.]

Just waiting to see if the rabbit lives.

[koufukuriron]

[ Ayano's eyes widen when he mentions the rabbit, and she leans closer to get a look a it. ]

Is it sick? You don't look too well, yourself.

[ She has taken care of kids, so she has a good eye for this sort of stuff. ]

[lazyinlove]

[What would've been an eye roller of a joke was made into a clever pun, thanks to the fluffy little dude Stanley had found hopping around out in the corridor looking scared. He hasn't wanted anyone to eat it, or experiment on it. So he'd scooped it up and taken it with him, tucked into the folds of his hospital robes like a furry heating pad.

But the pun wasn't as funny when it made someone so nervous. As far as he could tell, Hops was doing fine, after whatever harrowing escape had led him here.

Stan, on the other hand, was still feeling pretty woozy.]

Yeah, guess I caught something.

[koufukuriron]

Hmm...

[ She stares at him. Intently. ]

If you're sick, I could heal you right now. Unless you were supposed to meet with a doctor...

[ Then she shouldn't interfere. ]

[lazyinlove]

Uh. Really? Do they know that? Cause they've just got me doing fluids and bed rest so far.

[He indicates the IV that's poking out of his arm, and shrugs.]

B

[hyanaimne]

[in her attempts to pass the time, Tempest wanders. It doesn't matter where, just as long as she can hear any calls for help. Most of the time, at least. Other times, she's overwhelmed or bored and needs to get away to have some time to herself. The basement is usually where she goes.

But today . . . she pauses, regarding Stan there puffing away. She knows the rules of the hospital, but she's never been one for rules. But she can't not say something, if only to entertain herself and get some teasing in.

She clears her throat, rather loudly, as soon as she's close enough]

What are you doing?

[lazyinlove]

[The oh so manly help Stanley responds with is probably gratifying to anyone who happens to be a bit bored. He drops the cigarette and spins around, wide eyed. Caught red handed.]

Christ! I mean. No. I mean, what? Nothing. I'm...nothing.

[hyanaimne]

[very, very gratifying. But rather than scolding him or anything else, his reaction just makes her burst into laughter]

Nothing, hm? What a guilty reaction for doing nothing.

*y e l p stoppit autocorrect

[lazyinlove]

[Well. He can't really argue with that. But she wouldn't be laughing if she was planning to busy him, so it's alright. He offers her a small, shaky, slightly shy grin.]

At least I'm not setting fires?

i hate it when autocorrect happens

[hyanaimne]

[she shakes her head, amused, but comes down the stairs to lean over and pick up his cigarette, holding it out to him]

Yes, yes, it could be worse.

SERIOUSLY. and *bust btw /facepalm

[lazyinlove]

[He takes it, and slides over to make room for her. She seems cheerful. And a little bit like trouble. That's cool.]

Come here often?

B

[deadlybanker]

[It had been a surprise... to say the least, to discover Stanley had entered the hospital. The times were so peaceful lately that Giovanni had not expected anyone he knew to require the services of a doctor. It was illness then that brought him here?

Well... the nurses had a story about that and finding the boy in the stairway instead of his room confirmed it.]

I had thought when you left you might take better care of yourself.

[The strange object he was smoking was indicated with a gesture. ]

Is this more important than resting?

[lazyinlove]

[Stanley jumps at the unexpected greeting, and almost drops the joint he's been dreamily puffing at. The familiar voice is reassuring to hear, though. He feels pretty shitty, so it's good that someone he knows came along. What the guy's doing in a hospital without any evident stab wounds is a mystery, but what he thinks of finding Stan out of bed and self medicating a bit isn't.

Guiltily, he rubs the cherry out and tucks the smoke away for later. What's worse is the statement, which he can't think of a reply to. It's embarrassing, isn't it. Pathetic. How can someone live 16 whole years and not figure out how to look after themselves when their parents aren't around to do it for them? It's a joke. Tony would give him so much shit for this. He hangs his head a little, stares at his feet.]

Sorry.

[deadlybanker]

[The disapproval was pretty easy to pick up on this time. His 'father voice' was in full force, calm, but still with an air of command. Stanley had avoided a lecture that time he had come to stay with him but now, oh it was so tempting...
What ever that foul smelling wick that had been in his mouth was it could not be a good thing. It certainly was not worth making yourself ill over.]

We should get you back to your room.

[The lecture was held back for now as he turned and held the door of the stairwell open for Stanley to pass through ahead of him. ]

[lazyinlove]

[That was clearly a command. For the most part, Stanley was programmed to obey commands, so he grabs the stair railing and tugs himself up to his feet. He has to stand still for a minute and lean against the wall while he waits for the head rush to subside, so he doesn't take another step. Uno momento por favor.]

[deadlybanker]

[Di cours.
He does wait, as patiently as he can until it seemed to him like Stanley might not be able to make it back up the stairs at all. Then he reached out and grabbed the boy's arm, just to steady him so the stairs would not be so much of an obstacle. ]

[lazyinlove]

[He's great full for the support. Even if Giovanni has lecture face under all of the spots in Stanley's vision, this is a guy he trusts to help him back to his room. So he leans on Giovanni's arm while his vision tries to clear, his palm still braced against the wall on the other side, and takes a few steps. He stumbles a little, but not enough to actually throw him off balance. At least not until he feels a tugging and a bit of a stab in his arm. That's when he remembers the IV pole. Which he turns to gaze at now, unhappily. Shit.]

Hold up. I need to bring that thing. It's attached.