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Tuesday Afternoon, Room 402

Having finally convinced the hospital staff that he was a 'big boy', and since his injury was to neither his head or his feet, he was released on his recognisense.

After getting back to the dorm, he carefully opened the door and slipped inside before the kitten his roommate had emailed him about could sneak out. Because the last thing he felt up to was chasing the damn thing down the hall. He'd probably damage the other arm. Or worse a leg. 'Cause there was no way he was using crutches any time soon.

He had a whole boatload of medical crap either tucked under his arm or in his sling. He sets the four prescription bottles on the desk along with the folder that has his x-rays and all kinds of notes and stuff he was supposed to bring to Dr. Wilson on Friday at his appointment. He also had gauze and tape to cover the stitches.

He dropped his bags under his desk and flopped on the bed, cradling his arm, which now hurt like hell from the walk back to the dorm and up the stairs. He checked the time. Still another hour before he could take another pill. Damn.

Hauling himself out of bed, and cursing himself for not remembering before he lay down, he cracks the door open (the monster kitten hasn't been sighted yet, but he knows it has to be around somewhere), grabs the marker off the clip and scribbles, "The prodigal Shep has returned. Now in one piece." Then goes back in and lays on the bed, finding his own sheets and pillows ridiculously comfortable and comforting.

He suspects he may regret not bothering to get his boots off, but it just seems like too much of a bother.

[ETA: fixed the subject line to say Tuesday... seriously, the mun just wants it to be after work tomorrow.]

[ooc: mun will be in and out tonight, so if Shep doesn't answer the door straight away, assume his pills put him to sleep.]

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Maia knocked softly on Sheps door. She had some cookies, she was not sure if he would want it but she really just wanted to make sure he was ok.

Hating the fact that it was probably rude, but still pretty unwilling to drag his ass out of bed again he hollers, "It's open" to whoever's knocking.

Maia pushed the door open quietly and stepped into the room "Hey, its Maia. I-I brought you some cookies and wanted to see how you are."

Hey, it's my Lamaze coach. Come on in. *vaguely waves arm in sling* Back in one piece. But the pain pills are knocking me on my ass. How are you?

Maia smiles "Yeah thats me" then Maia sees his arm "Oh Shep, your arm" She sets the cookies down and goes over to his bed. "I am so sorry."

Hey, everything's still in there. It's just a lot of wrapping and protection while it heals.

What are you sorry for? You didn't do anything. And neither did Han, so don't let anyone go around making him feel bad.

Maia nodded peering at his arm. "I just, well I keep thinking if we had not been hollering and stuff you would not have been distracted." Maia frowns "I brought you some cookies. I was not sure what kind you liked so its kinda just a mix." She glanced again at his hand "Lana feels terrible as well, does it hurt a lot?"

Paige had been up to her room to change in order to make sure there were no cat hairs on her.

She knocked on the door carrying a bag of grapes

I wasn't distracted. Belive me, I've delt with bigger distractions in a lot hairier situations in my ~~former~~ life, without getting sliced, diced or shot. It was just one of those freak things that happens. Look at it this way, the last time I got my arm cut up, I started turning into a bug. This is pretty minor compared to that.

It doesn't hurt so bad as long as I take my meds. Though, I'll admit I'm not looking forward to starting P.T. next week. The only real downside to the meds is that I tend to curl up in a little unconcious ball in the midde of the day, you know, a lot while I'm on them. Lana came to visit at the hospital a couple times. I think she's getting over it. Hey, did I bleed on you Saturday? I told Lana I'd cover her dress if it couldn't be washed or fixed or whatever. Let me know if I owe you anything.

And hand those cookies over. I don't think I've ever met a cookie I didn't like. *grins*

"It's open," he hollers again, wondering if the danger shop could invent an automatic door opener. It was starting to look like Grand Central Station in here.

Paige pushed her door open and smiled at Shep, "how you feeling?" she asked sounding a little worried

Maia smiled "No, just a little bit, its ok it was just a costume." Maia opened the tin of cookies for him so he did not have to use his hand or move his arm too much. "Do you want me to get you anything? A drink or something from your kitchen to go with the cookies? You almost turned into a bug?" Maia shook her head, "I believe anything at this school. I'm glad though that we were not the cause of it, its just one of those things. I think you and Han both did great until, well until you started you know losing blood, it was really a lot of fun to watch."

Yeah, it was that whole losing blood thing that put such a dampener on the evening. Glad you had fun though.

The bug thing... long story, but suffice it to say that I'm not turning gray, not beating the crap out of people and not climbing the walls. So you know... really could be worse.

*munches cookie* I'm good, but there should be water and maybe some kool-aid in the fridge if you want anything.

Tired abnd well medicated, but it's good to be home. How are you?

"not too bad," she says which is pretty much true, she just needed to keep busy and hope for the best.

She holds out the bag, "I bought grapes" she tells him with a smile

"Oh no I'm fine. I just wanted to check on you and make sure you were ok and bring you the cookies. I have to go and you need to rest. You call me if you need anything ok? I am just glad that your ok, well mostly ok and that all your limbs are still firmly attached." She smiled "I'm in room 217 but I can be up here in less then two minutes if you need me ok?" She walked over and got a paper towel for him in case there were crumbs and set it next to him. "Feel better soon."

((OOC: MUN has to go to dinner with the family and didn't want to leave the thread hanging until I got back etc... she wanted to make sure Shep was ok))

*smiles* Thanks. Yeah, I've got anti-biotics for the next week. Blech.

*Watches Maia talk and whirl around like a tornado... clearly wouldn't hurt this girl to sit down and talk with one of the campus councilors. She only thinks that seeing someone get their arm sliced into hasn't affected her.*

Um... thanks. bye... *he says to the door that has already closed behind her.*

[ooc: Have a good dinner. I have to take the ferrets to the sitter's soon anyway, so good timing. :)]

*she frowns* Well I guess antibiotics are better than getting an infection though right? And if you do get sick me or Lana would happy to get you whatever you think you'd be able to eat.

And, well my offer's still there,

[OOC: Lana will be up later with food - Han bought dinner for Shep. If you're heading out you can always ping me on AIM at Maisfeeka when you get back and if you want to play.]

Thanks... I'll keep that in mind. For now, I'm managing.

And, yeah, an infection will suck. The doc in town says this is some new and improved thing that won't make me as sick as... well, all the other new and improved ones that weren't supposed to make me sick.

[ooc: I'll be back around ... 8:30 FH time. If that actually ends up being true, I'll get on for a few minutes. If it's after that, I may not be able to. I have to leave for Nashville tomorrow - we're driving, so I don't think I'll see the internet all day. And I'm not even close to packed. :)]

Paige laughs a little, "well maybe it'll be true with this one huh? I hope so for your sake,"

"So are you staying here for thanksgiving?" she pauses for a moment, "I've not asked you that already have I? My memories been a little off lately."

[OOC: I'll post that she's dropped in with it now then and she doesn't want to stay and intrude and you can respond back if/when you have time. Otherwise have a great trip!]

No, you haven't asked. And yes, I'm staying. In fact, right now, not getting out of this bed for a month sounds really, really good. *grins, a little lopsidedly* I assume that means you're staying too?

And antibiotic intolerance isn't all that rare, so you got to figure someone's working on that. Maybe they'll find a good one eventually.

Lana knocks on the door and comes in when Shep acknowledges her. "Hey, glad to see you made it back safely."

She looks closely at his face. "I bet you're exhausted and in pain after your trip back. Look, I don't want to bother you, but I brought you some dinner - Han bought it and I'm the delivery girl." She smiles at him and places the bag where he can reach it easily. "Utensils are in the bag."

She hesitates, looking at him. "Two things. One, do you want help getting your boots off? They can't be too comfortable. Two, you mentioned something about a kitten last night and being allergic?" She looks around, but doesn't see one anywhere. "I think Wes is off for the Thanksgiving holiday. If it's here do you want me to keep it up in my room till he gets back?"

"And before I go... I'm just one flight up. If you need anything don't hesitate to call. This is your one chance to get to call me in the middle of the night if you need me." She grins at him.

She nods "yeah I think my friend Maia's staying and I think I'd rather be here with my friends than in a house with someone I've met once, plus I've not had an invite from my Grams and I don't really know what my sisters are doing. They're busy with there own stuff I guess." she shakes her head to get rid of the unhappy thoughts,

*blinks and shakes head* Wow, that was quite a speech, let's see what I can remember.

#1. Dinner. Thanks. I now have dinner, grapes and cookies. I may never have to shop again. Tell Han thanks too. And, if I had to guess, Deb.

#2. I can get the boots off, thanks. I'm not quite sure what I'll do when I need to get them on and tie them, but I can untie them with one hand and kick them off. I need to get some less complicated shoes, I think.

#3. I've been home for a few hours now and I haven't seen this fabled Olivia. Or a food or water dish, so I'm guessing he took said cat with him. He better have, other than give it cat food and water, I really don't know what to do with a cat. If she sticks her nose out, I'll call, but I'm guessing Wes took her with.

#4. Will do. Thanks. I think I'm good for a while. I have food, there's no cat, and no nurses coming in to wake me up to see if I'm sleeping okay. Thanks for everything.

Lana laughs. "I'm sorry. I just had dinner with Han and it left me a little... flustered, I guess. And here I'd planned to come in and be all calm and reassuring. Oh well, maybe next time."

"Food's from the Perk, actually, hope you don't mind. Oh, and when you're feeling better I had a really interesting conversation with Rodney about you last night. Very interesting." She gives him a mischievious look. "I'm not going home over break - can't quite face my guardian yet, I'm afraid - so I'll be around probably pining for company all week. And on that note, I shall let you rest."

((OOC: YAY for ferrets, I have one, a boy named London *grins* he's the sweetest thing on the planet. Oh and Maia would not be bothered at all by Shep's arm being sliced, she 'sees' much worse in visions and stuff, but she really did just want to check up on him and make sure he was ok. *grins and laughs* but she is in therapy with Brenda in the town))

The next time he comes into the room, Shep notices a note he'd overlooked before ~~possibly because somebody forgot to write it in the pre-Thanksgiving mayhem~~ that reads as follows:

John -- Away for the holidays. The cat is at the NPC Pet Shop for boarding; they've promised to continue her anti-allergen treatments.

Best,
Wesley
~~P.S. Her name is OCTAVIA. Not Olivia. Not Ophelia. Not O-anything else.~~

Octavia... like in gas - octaine... I can remember that. Wonder if I can get by just calling her 'the big O'?

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