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

[hyanaimne]

Well met, Stanley.

[lazyinlove]

[And now he's amused, too.]

Hey, you too Tempest. Very Shakespeare.

[hyanaimne]

Shakespeare?

[lazyinlove]

I'll see if the library has some when I take that other book back. A lot of girls seem to like it, maybe you will too.

[hyanaimne]

Ah . . . thank you?

[lazyinlove]

No problem. I was going there anyway.

[And she's beautiful, so he instinctively wants to make her happy. Hormones are kind of a pain.]

[hyanaimne]

[oh Stanley]

Do you frequent the library then?

[lazyinlove]

Just once so far.

[hyanaimne]

I have only been there once or twice, myself. [she gestures upwards] I spend my time here or in my flat.

[lazyinlove]

Why here?

[Now that she mentions it, he's been wondering.]

[hyanaimne]

I am a healer. [she shrugs] So I have been offering my services.

[lazyinlove]

No shit?

[hyanaimne]

[this one she knew!!]

For real.

[lazyinlove]

[That makes him laugh again, though laughing reminds him of the stomach cramps and he curls up a little. Ow. Maybe he should take it easy for a while.]

That's awesome.

[hyanaimne]

[she grins, though it fades a bit as he curls up. She tilts her head]

Are you a . . . [what was the word] patient, here?

[lazyinlove]

Oh...yeah. That's what the sexy gowns are for.

[He rolls his eyes, but it's in a good natured way. Better to look stupid and get well than to look cool and get worse, right?]

[hyanaimne]

[she snorts, trying not to laugh. She can't hide the grin, though]

I had wondered. May I ask why?

[lazyinlove]

Just a bug or something. And uh. Vitamin deficiencies. Something about dehydration. Nothing that sounds hospital bad to me.

[He likes that grin. It feels good to put it there, to make someone smile. He feels a lot less crappy just talking to someone, actually.]

[hyanaimne]

[she hums in understanding. She doesn't know anything about vitamin deficiencies, but dehydration was something she was familiar with]

Not really, no. I am assuming they are having you drink lots of water?

[lazyinlove]

I've chips. That's all I'm s'posed to eat right now. But this thing-

[He gives the IV line a little tug-]

Has other stuff in it. Electrolytes and whatever. Fluids. They didn't say what kind.

[hyanaimne]

[the IV tug finally draws her attention to it, and she can't help but stand up to get a closer look. She pokes the bag, carefully, then looks down to where the line leads. She blinks, widely]

What a strange thing.

[lazyinlove]

[He watches this with some amusement now that he's used to the damned thing. Frankly it scared the shit out of him at first. He's not old enough or sober enough to give blood, so it's his first experience with a needle that wasn't for immunization or to remove a splinter.]

It feels cold.

[hyanaimne]

The bag was cold to the touch . . .

[she frowns at it, then takes a seat again] Has it been helping you at all?

[lazyinlove]

I think so. I don't feel worse anyway.

[hyanaimne]

Ah. Good, then. I will not comment on how strange it is any more.