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"Just one cookie, please? I've been really good! And it's just...so boring and lonely here...if I was at home I'd be studying for school and the like but..."
Demy gave his nurse the best cute kid look he could muster up, throwing in a sad little cough for good measure. Really, he'd been on liquids all day, and while he desperately wanted some -real- food, he figured the best he could swing was a small cookie. Hell he'd even go for a vanilla wafer right about now, just anything besides these damn liquids and jellos (though admittedly, the popsicles hadn't been so bad).

The nurse heaved a sigh and walked off. For a moment Demy figured his best attempt had failed and he gave his own sigh in preparation for what would likely be more liquids. When the nurse came back she had a small plate with a popsicle on it, and simply winked at Demy before leaving. Grumbling, he reached for the popsicle and was quite pleasantly surprised to find a small cookie hidden underneath it. The blonde pumped a fist in the air in victory and snatched up the cookie to nibble on it. He had to make it last afterall, who knew when he'd get another!

Earlier his room had been filled with visitors, but now it was rather quiet. The day had gone by in a blur until now. Now...he was bored again, and really wishing a certain visitor would show his face again. Given the events of the night before, he really didn't know how good his chances of that happening were.

The blonde honestly choked and quickly stored away the rest of the forbidden cookie into a drawer. Partially to hide it, but mostly to keep whoever burst into his room from stealing it.

A second after his panic he realized the 'someone' was in fact the one person he wanted to show up the most. It was all he could do not to do another fistpump.
"Z-man! Shhh, shh don't say it too loud man, please?"
He waved his hands frantically, darting his gaze over to the door before looking back to Z.
"Cmon man it's just one little cookie...it can't hurt, right?"
And look! He was being a good boy now and pulling open his popsicle to suck on that instead of eating his cookie. He could be good! Really!

He moved again, pulling himself out from under his covers to sit on the bed on his knees and peer into the bag. He really didn't care if it tugged his IV pole along, or if it well...kind of -hurt- to be sitting like this. Damnit, he wasn't letting this whole hospital thing keep him from acting the way he always did. He was Demetri Wright, damnit!

It still hurt.

"You are awesome man, just awesome. Thank you! And..Beth's okay, well...as okay as she can be, right?"
He tore his gaze away from his presents (ohmygod Guitar Hero and a plush and glowsticks, he was a happy happy boy!) to look into the other's eyes. Demy was still feeling bad about Beth. Really bad. Really really ******** bad.

"Zaaaaaaaaaaac!"
God, when was the last time he had called him that? The boy gave a distraught sort of wail and even stepped out of his bed. The good news was he didn't have a bed alarm on his bed. The bad news was he was out of bed.

"Cmooon, I worked hard for that! You can't eat it!"
Some of the words were muffled a bit, mostly by him trying to juggle holding a popsicle in his mouth and fiddling with his IV pole so it'd stop pulling him back away from Z.
"Popsicles just aren't the -same-"

"Heh, you think this is bad? Shoulda seen what I was doing all day while you weren't hereeeee~"
Which...in reality was a whole lot of -nothing-. But at the very least he could maybe make Zac fear for how much he may have run around unsupervised.

That offer though...that offer made him sit RIGHT down and beam at the other.
"R-really? You mean it man? You SWEAR? Cause if I stick to this cruddy diet and you go back on me I'm gonna be really sad, but dude you so have a deal if that's the case. ...Even if the cookies are -somewhat- good. That deal's a friggin lot better!"

"Fiiiine...I can be good! Buuuut you might wanna take this..."
Demy reached over to pull a cookie out of another drawer and tossed it to Z. This one? Well...this one had come from a different nurse, the practice run or something like it. He had decided to save it for later in case begging from his current nurse didn't work.

"Totally gonna make you play Guitar Hero with me at the arcade man. Just warning you now..."

"I swear, anything else that's in here came from visitors and I'm not touching it. Really! Totally promise dude, I -so- want to play against you on Guitar Hero!"
The blonde grinned at the other for a moment before getting distracted with toying with where the IV connected to his arm.
"It's a skill, what can I say? It works, and it's useful. Besides, everyone loves me, I'm awesome."

He heaved a dramatic sigh and took his hand away from the IV tube.
"Fineeeeee...."
About two seconds later it was digging around in the bag to deposit the gerbil plush on top of his head.

"Do you believe anything else was from a visitor? Cause I swear that while the two drawer cookies came from nurses, anything else around here came from visitors AND I am being very good and ignoring them, so that I can 'stick to the diet' and eat this friggin popsicle instead..."
Demy sucked on said popsicle for a few silent moments, watching as Z rubbed at his eyes.
"You um...you okay dude? You're....not still erm...m-mad at me are you?"

"I really...made a mess of things..."
Demy sighed, grabbing the plush off his head and holding it in his hands instead, fidgeting around nervously. Something was bugging him. A lot of somethings, actually.
"I just...I'll wait for you next time dude, you're totally the planner. I just...wanted to do something for you for once. Learned my lesson there I guess."

Fidgeting more, even shaking a tiny bit. For once it was -really- really hard to hide just how upset he really was with the world.
"B-before you leave...can I um..g-get a hug maybe? I just...after all of yesterday, and the whole last night thing I could...really really use a hug..."
Ribs be damned, he needed -some- sort of contact between him and his partner.