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((Quick post. Then bedtime for me... I have a LOT of s**t to do tomorrow... so.. SORRY J! You may post if you wish cos THAT'S PART OF THE ROOLZ, but I may or may not have time... I'll see how it goes D: ))

Icarus grinned as best he could regarding the news. "But he's alright?" He laughed. "That's what matters... he's a tough dog. Seriously. He could kick my a**." He shook his head at her superman of the geek world and ran a hand through his hair as best he could. "Yes. That's me: the geeky superman who likes to talk about books... right?" He looked thoughtful. "If I can get around we should go with you... you know... to see Stan?"

At Avalon's retort he may have smiled wider than previous, actually he WAS smiling wider than previous. He arched an eyebrow after her and then looked at Terry.

"I like her." Icarus decided as he smiled at his friend. "And shut what? It's not my fault you're a douche bag." He laughed. "Joking... I KNOW you have issues. I think a lot of girls find that..." He paused and wrinkled his nose teasingly. "Cute... if you call being a douche bag cute."

Icarus then twisted around in his bed and gripped at his foot. "Don't TOUCH IT! I may be on the drugs BUT I BET I COULD STILL FEEL IT!" He said and hugged it to his chest. "... This hurts."

The lanky blonde then watched Zoe's and Terry's exchange and he chuckled to himself. "You should know better." Icarus said and grinned as his friend seemed to need to sit. "Too much blood rushing to your head make you dizzy?" There was a smile in his words and one on his face to match and then he looked offended.

"How the hell am I supposed to PAY?" Icarus did in fact HAVE money, but probably not the funds to pay for a hospital bill. He said a very colorful word and then glared at Terry. "Some partner you are." And then slid his legs over the edge of the bed. "I want to stand up." He remarked off handedly. "I also want a cigarette... but mostly I want to stand up."

And so he did.

((hahaha, nooooeeeeee....))

((Okay... post, then I'll finish working on my epic amounts of homework. *Cries a little inside*))

"Well, congrats, Icarus. Falling for a nurse... Somehow I'm not surprised," Terry offered with a bit of a crooked smile before dropping that look for a more irritated one. "I'm not going for 'cute.' I guess it just HAPPENS. I can't help it." He shrugged and leaned back in his chair, trying to let everything settle in his head. It had been a long night, he needed a drink, and probably a smoke. His feet hurt from all the running around, and he wasn't sure the last time he'd eaten either.

"I'm not dizzy," He added flatly, tapping his fingers idly against the arm of the chair. He stopped though, when Zoe told him that he should stop thinking that a drink or two here or there wasn't a problem. At that, he rolled his eyes and waved a hand, "No need to worry about me. It's a wonder YOU don't want a drink, after what happened. I'd call that a little stressful."

He wasn't able to say much more, because it was about that time Icarus announced he wanted to stand up, and then did. Great start on that whole staying off his feet thing. Couldn't even last until they left the hospital.

Zoe was faster to react to that than he was, and was immediately on her feet, trying to get Icarus to lay back down in his bed. He raised an eyebrow at her nonsensical statement, then had to laugh. Did she have ANY IDEA how hard it was to stop smoking? Terry'd been trying for years, and all he managed was to cut back. At least there was that. "Let's focus on one problem at a time here..."

Decidedly not commenting on the rather kinky sounding situations Zoe was describing (way to have your mind in the gutter, Terry), he peeked at the corner of the room, where Terry was quite sure there was no one. "Uhh. Ghost? Maybe..."

What WAS now in the room that hadn't been before was Avalon, and in tow, a doctor. Stepping up to Icarus (who thankfully, she hadn't seen on his feet), she waved a hand at the doctor, for the man to speak. Adjusting his glasses, he did just that. He explained what had happened in far more technical language than most understood, while Avalon translated.

That done, he handed Icarus a packet of papers explaining the same thing he just had, as well as proper use of the pain medication he was prescribing. Signature scrawled across the little papers, he handed them to Terry (who had gotten up when the doctor came in) and bid them good night.

"He seemed in a hurry to leave..." Terry muttered, eyeing the prescriptions in his hands. That was some powerful s**t they were giving him.

"Well, doctors have this unspoken rule of only spending fifteen to thirty seconds with their patients. The nurses get left with actually dealing with the patients. So, it's nothing against you guys." While she spoke, she was disconnecting Icarus' IV and carefully removing it from his arm. Giving his leg one more good look-at, she bid him in good enough shape to leave. With a grin, she stepped outside the room, returning a moment later with a wheelchair. In the seat was a pair of crutches. "The wheels'll get you outta here, but after that, you're on your own. Don't forget to make a couple appointments before you make it out the front doors, and don't get shot anymore. Got it?"

Terry nodded, eyes focused on the crutches, then Zoe, then the wall... The floor... You get the idea. "He'll stay off it," He added quietly, already at the back of the chair and trying to wave Icarus to sit in it. He beckoned for Zoe to leave with them, so they could possibly set up a time to visit Stan the next day. "Uh, and thanks."

"Not a problem, Cali. I'll expect you as Icarus' escort when he comes back. I don't trust him to do what he's told on his own." She then turned to him and pointed menacingly, "Those meds might be nice, but whether you're taking them or not, walking on that foot's going to hurt like hell. Don't. Do. It." Warning done, she flashed a smile before striding out of the room. "You three have a good night!"

((post taimu nao?))

"She probably left her mind on the sidewalk in front of your store. We should get it..." Terry said from his place in the chair, shooting Zoe a worried glance. She seemed almost too-happy for being in a hospital AND her dog being in for injuries too. He could sort of sense her uneasiness about the place.

But, it was time to leave. Thank goodness.

After Icarus was forced into sitting in the wheelchair and Avalon left, Terry got to his feet and positioned himself behind the wheelchair, knowing full well that Icarus wouldn't stand to wheel himself down the hallway.

And... yep. There it was. "Alright, Icky! Let's RIDE." He gave a snort and started wheeling him out of the room, taking care to bump into various things along the way. Just for good measure.

((Haha uhhh... I... Don't know what to do from here... *Squints* So... SOmeone else's turn to think of something? D: I STILL wanna put in my idea, but like... The setup's not quite there yet. DK))

((... OMG POST TIEMS! Hahahah, I'm in a crazy good mood. Seriously. > biggrin FEAR MY SUNSHINEY HAPPYYYYY.))

As Icarus led the charge into the hallway... and then that empty stretcher, and then that corner of the wall, and then that-"DAMNIT TERRY STOP IT!" And after hitting Terry on his head with one of his crutches continued that charge out into the open air.

Icarus turned in the wheelchair for those crutches instead and adjusted them for his own height. He frowned a little. They almost didn't do it for him, but he shrugged and fitted them beneath his armpits. He looked very unhappy about the whole ordeal.

"At least I'm not lying down." He said and paced back a few times to get the feel of these strange new walking instruments. "Old people? It smells like dying people." Icarus said instead. "All that medication... and there's just all this sadness there, you know? Too many tears, I feel like... and it's so white. Too sterile... Old people aren't the only ones that go there to die... Death doesn't KNOW age." He shuddered. "I hate it." And he stared off a little. "It's the only thing that isn't judgmental in this world."

Though, after that brief spell of somberness he was all smiles again. "Your place?" His smile was angled again. "Why. Don't mind if we do." And he started crutching his way along the sidewalk. "I knew she wanted me. I mean... who doesn't?" He asked no on particular.

"Come on, Terrence. You're the man with the prescriptions. I'm going to NEED you."

((TA DAH!))

When they had gotten to her apartment Zoe wasn't sure what she was supposed to do. Sure when she was a kid she'd have parties all the time at her place. Now though she was out of touch of having anyone over but Ann or George. Even more, Stan wasn't here. As she entered her apartment it seemed empty. Despite stacks and piles of books lining walls, covering chair seats, and surrounding tables, it was empty.

Her apartment was like a cluttered library. Whatever furniture was there was hidden by books. The only furniture that wasn't covered was the couch and a lazy boy chair. She looked around nervously, just as Terry knocked over some books. Zoe jumped and stumbled towards the stack, catching a few as they tumbled over. "Car...careful...please." She stammered, breathing out deeply as she stacked them back up neatly. "Some of these are antiques, one of a kind. Worth a lot you know." Giving a nervously laugh she motioned to the couch and lazy boy.

"Ummm I don't really have a bed but my own. If you want the bed, Icarus, you can use it. I usually sleep on the couch anyways." Sleep, read, they were both the same really. "And...I have some soda in the fridge...and some hot pockets. I haven't been shopping in a while...sorry." She patted her hat and looked to the right. "The bathroom is over there, the door across from the kitchen. Please make yourselves at home. Just...yeah...don't umm...just be careful with my books." With a look to Stan's water bowl she frowned.

"I'm sorry, I have no t.v. or computer. The phone is on the floor by the window." She waved a finger to the large window. Beneath it sat an antique style phone, with the circular pull to dial the numbers. "Just in case. You guys should get some sleep. Icarus, my room is down the hall, the end. It's messy...you may have to take a few books off my bed, but other then that it should be alright." Her eyes wandered around and glanced over to Terry then to Icarus.

"You guys need anything else? I'm going to take a shower real quick." She stumbled into the kitchen, looking into the living room from the breakfast counter. She reached up into a cabinet, medicine bottles filling it. Quickly she snatched a bottle and closed the cabinet, embarrassed already by her clutter, no need to embarrass herself more with the loads of medication. After swallowing a giant pill she picked of Stan's food bowl, caught herself, and put it back down.

"You're not here...that's right." She whispered. Any minute she expected him to come trotting into the kitchen for some food. "So yeah, if you're hungry there should be some food in the fridge or freezer. Ummmm...I have one bottle of wine..." She began, noticing the look in Terry's eyes. "It's half empty, but pretty good. Wine is better then beer, for your health. It's said red wine helps your immune system...something like that. Any thing you guys need?" She asked again, unsure if she already had asked. "Please, you guys should get some rest. It's been a long day, I'm sure, and you need some sleep."

Now she was just repeating herself. Best get in that shower before she continue her speech and start into where the rooms were again and how she had antique books. "Shower." She blurted out and finally headed down the hall towards the bathroom.

((AND BED FOR ME. Gosh...cartoon network is keeping me up lately. Darn you Adult Swim.

Hahaha Zoe can really talk a lot...about nothing.))

((Okay. Sorry if this is crap. I'm tired, hungry, even more tired, and in a fairly bad mood... BUT I DIDN'T MEAN TO RUIN YOUR POST J! SORRY. D: ))

Terry was quite keen on just sitting and carefully breathing by the time he DID make it somewhere safe. He'd gotten it from both ends about knocking over the books (how the hell couldn't he have?! they were EVERYWHERE!), and really felt bad about it. So, he gave Icarus a very spirited middle finger, "They may be precious, but I think they'll kill me if I get too close. One wrong move and we're buried alive."

Not to mention, Zoe seemed rather nervous anyway, and he pointedly looked away when she popped a few pills. It was none of his business. He made a mental map of the place as the woman described it, eyeing the room to scout a path to the bathroom, should he need it.

At the prospect of food, he DID perk up a bit, and even ventured to stand - but Icarus, even on crutches, was faster. So, instead he sat back down and gave Zoe a bit of a wave as she scurried off to the shower, then looked over at Icarus, who was currently stuffing even his POCKETS with food. Wait. Had she said there was wine? Better than nothing. In all honesty, he'd have opted for something a bit more stiff than wine or beer (maybe a good 'ol fashioned shot of rum or vodka), but really, he wasn't going to complain.

He had to frown at Icarus' offered soda, but took it anyway, snitching one of the hot pockets Icarus had cooked too. "I dunno about that one, Icky." Terry said with a half laugh, taking a big 'ol bite of the microwaveable goody. He watched the man struggle to get to Zoe's room before hefting himself to his feet (which had stated to ache... Damn walking) and carefully picking his way to the kitchen.

Not too long after, he had a glass of wine in hand, another hot pocket half eaten (the soda had been left hardly touched on the counter) and was scouting his way into Zoe's room. Wordlessly, he tossed a bottle of pills at Icarus before taking a drink of his drink. "You should probably take one or two of those. Or miss Avalon might get upset." He gave a crooked, almost teasing smile before sitting on the end of the bed, wondering vaguely if Zoe would have to come into the room to get clothes. That would be really really awkward.

He then gave a tired sort of sigh and ran a hand through his hair, taking a deep breath and letting it out his nose. "Long night," he said at last, glancing over at his friend. "Not to mention this," he tossed another set of drugs at Icarus - it was what he'd taken off his friend earlier that day. "Is also yours." Terry slowly rotated his glass in his hands, eyeing the dark drink and how the reflections of light in it were actually rather pretty. "You gonna make it?"

((... UMM. I post to this... then shower D: ))

Icarus had been lying on his back musing about how tired he felt. He also knew he sort of half wanted a cigarette, but couldn't find it in his mostly uncaring nature to do it around so many books. He figured maybe he'd do it later by an open window and was thinking instead he'd catch a few moments of peace, but Terry came in. Of course, he'd never mind Terry's company.

The lanky blonde sat up on his elbows with a grin and quirked a brow. "I couldn't have that now could I? Though I'm sure she's just as hot angry..." He said and took the bottle of pills into his hands. Tumbling a few into his palm he swallowed them dry and flopped back onto the bed. "Ahh... drugs are amazing... speak of the devil." He laughed as another bag of drugs of the illegal sort were tossed beside him.

Icarus laughed a little and slid them into his pocket. "Only from time to time." In case Terry had wondered. "Not nearly as often as I used to." He said examining a hand held up in the air before him. His hand then flopped onto his forehead.

"Long day INDEED." He agreed. "But you did good, yeah? Besides letting that b*****d get me in the foot." Icarus chuckled and then glanced at his friend sideways. "Will I make it?" He was full out laughing now. "Don't I always? Remember when I jumped off the roof just cause you dared me...? And you thought I'd died because I was unconscious for five minutes?" Icarus shook his head. "I'm like... Pit from Super Smash Brothers... seriously. You just can't KILL that little p***k... 'cause he's got wings... you know? Like me? Wax wings." He laughed.

"... That's the drugs talking." He said, suddenly thoughtful.

And then there was a toweled Zoe in the room. He raised his head to look at her. Icarus angled his smile and raised an eyebrow so high it vanished beneath a curtain of tattered hair. "That's the hottest way I've ever seen a woman get dressed." And then he waved a hand. "We'll sleep, we'll sleep!" And he flopped his had back down and then up again to regard that familiar blonde hair he had gotten a glimpse of before.

"... Oh." And a face and a name clicked somewhere in his brain. "... OH. It's weird how I had to be on DRUGS to come to this kind of realization..." And Icarus looked tired. "Or maybe it's just my mind messing with me... but damned if I didn't know her from before..." Icarus was talking to no one at all... like a mad man talking to his own shadow.

"Hey ZOE. Did we ever make out before?" He wanted to know.

((... hahahaha, i dunno... he's all doped up on pain stuff... XD... SHOWER.))

((Hahaha...12 year old kids make out. SEXY 12 year old kids.))

Zoe flinched as she walked out of the room, Icarus announcing he had made out with her once. She narrowed her eyes slightly. For a minute she wanted to go in and tell him that of course they did. A couple of times. There was that time on the roof of the school during Algebra and then during P.E. God. That was when she was screwed up. School had been getting so ridiculous to her that she had dropped down to hanging out with a stoner during school. She also wanted to say that they had pretty much hated her guts (who hadn't?) when they were younger and that George would rag on them all the time. But she didn't...it'd make things totally insane.

She tried to figure out something to say. "I...I...no. NOPE." What? What kind of response was that? She felt her muscles tighten and she groaned loudly. Suddenly she wasn't too hungry. So she snatched a small packet of chips and sat down on the couch, drawing her knees to her chest. "Ummmm...Terry? Can you get the book on my night stand? It's the huge red one. I kinda want to read it. And you need to leave Icarus alone, he needs his sleep."

She sighed out heavily and put her reading glasses on. It made her face strangely more gorgeous, a sophisticated look only glasses could give a person. They also made her look cold and dangerous. Blue-green eyes gazed out the window as she pushed the chips aside with distaste and wrapped her arms around her legs. Pursing her lips she cracked her jaw and neck before resting her cheek against her knees. "What am I doing?" She said to herself and studied the window, noticing the moon covering up with a dark gray cloud. It'd rain soon. Rain was something that made her relaxed. Hopefully...she prayed to God...it'd make her sleep as well.

And then she noticed a drop hit the window and a smile spread on her face.

((Hahaha sooo...what'd you call it? I dunno. But that's what it is.))