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

[lazyinlove]

[He sighs. Just because he dissappoibts people frequently doesn't mean he enjoys it. But here it goes again.]

Just cookies...well. And whiskey.

[justgo]

So junk food and booze, that's pretty much a yes. [Shaking her head, she steps forward, holds out a hand.]

Come on, the cigarette's doin' nothing for your stomach at this point.

[lazyinlove]

[He picks the dropped cigarette up and hands it to her. Whether he's playing dumb or actually dumb is debatable, but misunderstandings are good stalling tactics. And stalling tactics keep him up and about where other people are.]

[justgo]

[She moves to give a look at the offer, shakes her head.]

Didn't mean that. Meant your hand.

[lazyinlove]

[Reluctantly, he drops the smoke again and dies as he's asked. He never expected not to have friends around when he got sick. It's so boring. But aside from a brief sad puppy glance, he manages not to complain too obviously. It's not this lady's fault. ]

It's usually not sweaty. Sorry.

[justgo]

Don't worry about it, I've had worse. [Like blood, but that's not a story for here. Raising a brow at the puppy look, she manages to pull him up, make sure he isn't wobbly.]

Look, you just gotta get back to your room. I'll keep you company if that's what you want, but you gotta be resting.

*actually he lives but nice try autocorrect

[lazyinlove]

[He does his best not to wobble as she watches him, trying not to be too trying at the moment. The offer of company sounds pretty reluctant, but he's not going to object. He's been suing of boredom up there alone after all.]

What about like the health of ...my brain health. Mental health.

[Alright, so words are a little tough at the moment.]

the machines are after him, I'm telling you

[justgo]

[Brows raising, she pulls a face at the question.] You pass out because of the strain, you don't need to worry about your mental health.

C'mon now, which way's your room?

*dying of boredom /ironic facepalm

[lazyinlove]

[With a slight grimace, he points up. It's way up there. And while getting down was mostly easy, he's pretty sure that getting back up nine floors will be brutal.]

808.

/pats on the back

[justgo]

[A whistle at the sight before she clicks her tongue, shakes her head.] We've got quite a trip ahead of us.

There's a little time to talk at least, come on. One step at a time.

[lazyinlove]

[Even on a good day he'd probably stop and take a rest halfway up. It's a lot of stairs. But right now he's worse off than that. By the time they get to the top of the first flight he's woozy and shaky and out of breath. He's sweating already. And it's not just because he knows he looks ridiculous dragging around that IV pole.]

Hold up.

[justgo]

[She's listening to him at the call - unable to help the exasperation she's giving but she brushes it off, takes in a breath as she takes the time to look at him. Young faced, so there's some leniency. Only a little.]

We'll take it slow, don't worry.

[lazyinlove]

Okay. I just need to...throw up. Then I'll be ready.

[He doesn't actually throw up, though. He just curls his knees up against his ribs and leans his face against the cool stone of the wall. Maybe this was kinda stupid, actually.]

Shit.

[justgo]

[Half of her's leaning away, the other half rubs circles against his back.] Slow it down. How the hell did you even make it down here in the first place?

[lazyinlove]

Down was easier.

[He's an honest kid, at least, however exasperating. The fact was, he hadn't been tired already on the way down. And the physical exertion hadn't been as much as what was required to climb back up. A thought that hadn't occurred to him until they'd started this climb.

He might as well get to know her, since she's stuck with him for a while anyway. Besides, she seems nice.]

What's your name?

[justgo]

I assume you didn't fall down halfway through, right? [Little snort for the answer, at least. It's kinda endearing. It kinda would be, if the whole thing wasn't stupid to begin with. Dropping her hand, she places it on her hip, shrugs.]

Tess.

[lazyinlove]

Stumbled a couple times, but I never had to tuck and roll.

[Mostly, the stupid IV pole kept getting in his way. Even now, lugging that thing around was the most awkward part of this climb. That, and almost upchucking on a stranger's shoes a few minutes back. But hey, he hadn't. And now they aren't strangers anymore, either.]

Stanley.

[justgo]

There's that, at least. Nice to meet you. Kinda. [A glance up to the stairs and then him before she thinks on it, shakes her head.] C'mon, we still got a ways to go.

We can play twenty questions while you go.

[lazyinlove]

[He gets to his feet obediently, and starts the climb again. It takes more of his concentration than expected to move from step to step, dragging his stupid pole along. It isn't until he takes a pause again at the next landing that he can manage any conversation. "What do you usually do-" pant, huff- "when you're not helping inspect stairwells?"

[justgo]

I spend time here learning. [It's brief, comes with a shrug as she follows after. She doesn't help with the pole this time either, just lets him rest and doesn't push him to go faster, even if at this rate they'll get back by next week.] Medicine's a nice trade.

Yourself?

[lazyinlove]

Nothing.

[With a casual, indifferent shrug.]

Just kinda hang out.

[justgo]

With friends, I'd hope. You not one to do fightin'?

[lazyinlove]

[He decides not to respond to the first part of that. The answer isn't very positive, and nobody around here needs any more negativity. But the other part gets a nod out of him.]

I don't know how. I don't want to know.

[justgo]

You know how to use something at least? Might not have a choice, sooner or later.

[She's pretty sure he doesn't, but eh.]

[lazyinlove]

Nope.

[A little mulishly. Apparently he doesn't see it the same way.]