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 Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 12:41 pm
Friendship
Chel blinked a few times and slowly said, "Suuure...." She would have picked them up and left, but truth be told she was not interested. Her butt found a seat in the mandatory chair next to his bed, which she leaned back in.
"Such a weird request gonna require an explanation though bro," she chattered. "Unless it hurts to explain ah course."
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 12:51 pm
AlternativesRipley flinched at the noise, and grit his teeth as best as he could.
"I'm so glad I didn't marry you." The injured man groaned, likely only barely heard over the noise.
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 12:51 pm
You've Been Winchester'dHe had just fallen asleep - literally just - when the curtain flung aside, and someone's loud, booming voice echoed in his ears and through his throbbing ********>-!" Ripley cursed as loudly as he could, settling in for a rather scratchy, uncomfortable coughing fit immediately after. His amber eyes opened and focused on the current source of discomfort; well, at least it wasn't Finn again. He wanted to grumble. He wanted to get annoyed. He wanted to kick him out with a few very crude but very choice words, but instead he settled for sour, which was pretty much him anyway.
"How'd you think it'd go?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 12:51 pm
Friendship
Oh, no, he could explain this easily, and even if it hurt too much, it was still too important to let go:
"Finn is an a*****e." He felt that was all he needed to say on the matter, really.
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 12:57 pm
Alternatives"I'M SORRY WHAT WAS THAT? I CAN'T HEAR YOU OVER THIS REALLY HILARIOUS ******** VIDEO OF IDIOTIC SPORTS INJURIES!"
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 1:01 pm
AlternativesAnd that was about when Ripley held onto the call button until someone other than Finn showed up to kick the annoyance out for the time being.
He estimated a whole hour of sleep - and his returned pillow - as his reward, and boy was it ever good.
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 1:07 pm
You've Been Winchester'd
"Sorry," Ian whispered, but it was more of a stage-whisper, less so an actual whisper-whisper. Still, at least he looked relatively guilty at having woken Ripley up, and he hooked a foot around the chair, carefully pulling it closer to the bed and sitting down.
"Well, I thought it could have some, you know, drinks and fun and relaxation," said Ian sheepishly, having the grace to sound abashed. "But seriously, are you okay? You're not dying are you, because that would really suck."
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 2:31 pm
Every Ten MinutesFinn was back, but this time, he actually was on shift. And luckily for him (unlucky for a certain someone else), Ripley was one of the patients he'd been given to keep an eye on for the duration of his shift. Finn swiped the curtains to the side when he got to the other mans bed (after performing his other rounds of course). "Wake up." There was nothing in his voice to hint at any annoyance at being kicked out before.
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 5:08 pm
You've Been Winchester'd"Better than the alternative." It wasn't forgiveness, because all he wanted to do was sleep, but at least Ian wasn't here to make his life hell. That was the important thing.
"When I get better." Ripley promised, because right now all of those things sounded amazing. Especially the drinks part. He needed a few of those right now. A lot of a few of those. On the subject of his status though, the wounded man tried to shrug.
"I'll live." Thankfully, he supposed. "I'm better than yesterday." He admitted, before nodding very slowly towards the curtain, where on the other side rested Chance. "I owe that man." He supposed once more, though he still wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. It had to have been some kind of good, at some point, maybe.
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 5:15 pm
Every Ten Minutes"No." The man grumbled, being stubborn but quiet obviously doing exactly what had been asked of him: waking up. It was a slow process, made even slower by the drugs. His eyes did peek open slowly, not noticing the differences, but imagining that he was likely here to stay, until a whole shift was over.
s**t.
"Okay, fine." He was awake, and he decided he was willing to play a little nicer for now, in hopes on making it easier on himself.
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 6:03 pm
You've Been Winchester'd
Ian relaxed a little. "Good," he said, to both things, and his expression was relieved. "Because I'd really rather you not die, that would be awful, I'm just glad you're not, you know, well, anyway I'm just seriously glad you're okay. Or going to be okay, rather."
He glanced over at the other bed, which had the curtains drawn around it, before looking back at Ripley. "Someone to thank later, then," Ian said, smiling, and then added abruptly, "Oh! I brought you some get well things!"
Reaching for the plastic bag, Ian set it on the bed beside Ripley and dug through it, squinting at the contents.
"Some beef jerky - not spicy this time, I promise - some leftover Halloween candy, a bunch of yellow sticky notes in case you need to talk but just don't have the energy, and some pens for those too, sorry the sticky notes are plain, I couldn't find nice ones on short notice..."
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 6:31 pm
Every Ten MinutesHe didn't seem to mind Ripley's initial refusal, not saying anything in response and instead moving around the small curtained off area that was the other mans room, grabbing the chart off of the end of his bed, glancing over it, and then checking out the glowing monitor nearby. After that, things actually did go rather smoothly. Finn asked him questions, took his temperature, checked his pulse and his bandages, and otherwise seems to behave in a very professional and gentle manner. When he was finished. "Can I get a kiss or will you get me kicked out for sexual harassment?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 7:15 pm
You've Been Winchester'd"It'll take more than a Lion to bring me down?" He mused groggily, lifting a scarred hand to rub at his aching, tired eyes. The gesture didn't last long, and it didn't do much, but at least he tried. Soon enough his hand was back on the bed in rest, as he tried to focus next on the supposed gifts.
"Thanks, Dean. I appreciate it." A small smile graced his dry lips. "I hope people will read my writing." He didn't have his glasses, and none in sight, so here was to hoping. "-And I can't believe you went trick-or-treating." He added with a ghost of a cough.
"Anyway. How've you been?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 7:21 pm
Every Ten MinutesThe whole time, Ripley expected the worst. He expected blaring music, or purposefully off-key singing, or any number of things that indicated that Finn was going to mess with him under the guise of work. But as the routine check up continued and showed no signs of potential foul play, he began to relax. At least a little.
He was honest as ever, hiding sarcasm and disinteret in the name of being a good sport - for once - and as it finished.
"Kiss? Yes please." He murmured softly. Almost hopefully. "Not for sexual harassment, no." It was important to make the distinction, of course. Though he did try to raise his least injured arm, inviting the other man closer to make good on that whole kiss thing.
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 9:09 pm
Friendship
Chel leaned back in her chair while her hands wrapped around the rubix cube. She pushed her legs up against Ripley's bed (oh so gentle love and care from Chelsea Craft) and began fiddling with the rubix cube, a soft click click click filling the air as she moved the squares.
"What else is new?" she said mundanely. "Trouble in paradise?"
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