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HOSPITAL ZONE
what's going on while you're here?
is your character sick
are they are a nurse?
maybe they making out somewhere with the doctor!!
or perhaps its a dramatic death scene in one of the rooms
get creative!
 

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Charlie McGee || Firestarter || OTA

[charring]

[latenightfondue]

[ Howard enters the room with a huge bunch of flowers, a couple of balloons, and a bag of grapes. He doesn't know how these things work, so he observed and conformed. He makes an effort. ]

Y'awake, sweetheart?

i wanna be nice and say she had her tonsils removed. which is still horrid. IDK

[charring]

[Charlie's awake. She's watching something on the television. No idea what and whatever it is, she's kind of bored. But then Howard arrives and she's all smiles. She nods once, grinning and holding her arms out to him.]

Sometimes nice is fun, we can't be mean to them always. :3

[latenightfondue]

[ He smiles when she grins, carefully puts the flowers on the bedside table, ties the balloons to the bed around perching on the side of it to lean down and hug her. ] Weren't sure what to bring, so I got something of everything.

tonsilectomy it is, then. so she can be adorable and not-speaking

[charring]

[She hugs him in return, sighing happily. Howard made everything better. One of the nurses was awesome enough to leave Charlie a pad of paper and a pen. She grabs it and writes a note.]

All of it is wonderful, as are you. Thank you.

Poor Chalie. <3

[latenightfondue]

[ He chortles at that, waving a hand. ] C'mon, you gotta stop flattering my like that.

Y'need anything getting?

[charring]

Water? [Another written note and a small pout on her face for emphasis.]

And nope. I live to flatter you, sweetheart.

[latenightfondue]

[ He looks around, spots the jug and glass buried behind the flowers. He pours it half-way and then hands it over, careful as he lets go. ] Here we go.

Ain't the flattery 'posed to be my job?

[charring]

[More writing as she takes a sip of water, wincing. Fuck. Okay. That wasn't comfortable at all. Have a note that goes a bit shaky at the end, about the time she drank the water.]

I like to think we take turns. How's Hugo?

[latenightfondue]

[ He picks up on the pain, but he freezes up when he doesn't know how to help, perches again on the edge of the bed as he looks at the note. ]

Sharing the load ain't gonna get a complain from me. [ He smiles, pats her hand. ] The dog's fine, think he's missing you though.

[oceantrauma]

[He has flowers - someone told him you bring flowers to Westerners, not paper cranes like he first thought - so he picked daisies. They don't look very romantic, just kind of pretty.

[Ever polite, Ken knocks on the door frame of Charlie's room first, peeking in curiously. His voice is just as quiet and soft as knocks were.]

Charlie-san? Are you up for a visit? [They said she was awake, but she might not care for visitors right now.]

[charring]

Always. [Apparently, falling off a ladder is in fact bad. Not that she did it on purpose! It's just she had to clean something off her roof and this is Charlie McGee's luck.]

Hi. They said I can go home tomorrow.

[oceantrauma]

[He goes in to place the flowers, smiling at first.]

Good. So nothing too serious happened? [He had been so worried at first, hearing she was in the hospital, scared. His heart beat nearly stopped, loud and slow in his ears. This was such a relief.]

You should have asked for help, for someone to spot you.

[charring]

I will next time. There was no one around and I needed to get this done before my landlord came for an inspection. [She shifts slightly on the bed, wincing but otherwise okay.]

Nothings broken, though. They just want me here because I have a very slight concussion and they want to make sure I'm alright.

[oceantrauma]

I'm glad it wasn't severe, or that you didn't break anything, then.

[Gives her a worried glance when she winces.]

Was it really that important it couldn't wait?

[charring]

It probably could have waited. I just got impatient.

[She shrugs before giving a quick nod towards the dresser nearby.] Travel-sized Battleship. Care for a round?

[oceantrauma]

[He has to smile to that.] You really like that game, huh? And of course, I'll get it. You stay there.

[He goes to the dresser and rummages around for it, shaking his head a little.]

[charring]

It's a fun game. I never win it, but it's still fun.

[stumbling]

[Ralph's eyes widen when he realises he's entered the wrong room, and he almost ducks back out again immediately. He doesn't quite, though, instead hovering awkwardly in the door, wringing his hands has much as he can without damaging the oversized bunch of flowers he has in them.]

I'm... I'm terribly sorry. Wrong room, I see. I was quite certain the nurses told me... it was this room, but, er... clearly... clearly I misheard.

[charring]

[There's a faint twitch of a smile on Charlie's face. Sorry, sir. She finds this a bit amusing.]

That's alright. [Don't mind the scratchy tone to her voice. It's nothing to do with why she's here. It's the hospital air. She's here because she was in a car accident, had hit her head pretty damn well and they wanted to keep here for observation.] The nurses on shift right now are a bit inept.

[stumbling]

No, no... I'm sure it's my fault. The nurses are quite busy, it would be most unfair for me to blame anyone but myself.

[He glances between her and the door, not quite sure what to do now.] You, er... you aren't infectious are you? Not to be... rude, or anything. I simply don't wish infect anyone when I leave here. Perhaps it would be better that I went straight home. Reduce the chance of spreading it on, so to speak.

Not that I'm saying for a moment that you look like you're infectious. It's just your, ah... it's just your voice. It has a something of a raw quality to it. But then again, perhaps that's how you always speak, in which case I've probably offended you.

[charring]

[Another smile from Charlie, this one a bit bigger than before.] I was in a car accident. No infection here. They just want to make sure I'm actually alright before I head home.

[She pauses, shifting on the hospital bed for a moment. These things are not designed for comfort, are they?] I'm Charlie.

[stumbling]

Oh... I-I see. I'm sorry.

[Ralph isn't used to getting introductions, so he blinks for a moment or two before he answers.] I'm... Ralph. It's lovely to meet you. Erm, Charlie.

[charring]

It's a pleasure to meet you, too. [She points to the flowers, smiling slightly.] Whoever those flowers are for is lucky. They're gorgeous.

[stumbling]

Oh, these. They're just... a-a small token. Nothing much. They're... they're for my groundsman. Ted.

There was a slight accident in the lower field. Whoever said fixing the drainage couldn't land you in hospital was... well, they were wrong. It's the least I can do, really. It is my field, after all.