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[tsuntsuns]

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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[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.