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rainbowfic2014-10-31 08:51 pm
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Entry tags:
Alien Green #11, Seafoam #16
Name: kay_brooke
Story: The Prime
Colors: Alien Green #11 (Ooh...if you were that stoned, what?), Seafoam #16 (balloon)
Styles/Supplies: Canvas
Word Count: 534
Rating/Warnings: PG-13; no standard warnings apply.
Summary: Tabitha visits David in the hospital.
Note: Constructive criticism is welcome, either through comments or PM. Last Seafoam.
There was a colorful bundle of balloons bobbing in the doorway, and it was talking to him.
“Oh god, oh god,” said the yellow one, and then a red one squeaked past it and said, “Are you awake?”
“These stupid things,” replied the blue one.
David blinked and held his hand up in front of his face, just to make sure it still looked normal. He knew he was on some strong pain medication, and it had been giving him weird dreams, but this didn’t feel like a dream.
Then the bundle drifted into the room and parted to show Tabitha’s frazzled face, hair snaking out of its careful ponytail, and the next when next she spoke, it came from her mouth, not the balloons.
“This is stupid, isn’t it? Such a pain to get up here, and you’re looking at me like I have two heads.”
“Or half a dozen ones, roughly,” said David, hitting the button to raise the head of his hospital bed.
“I’m sorry.” The balloons were attached to a little weight with a smiley face on it, which Tabitha deposited on the table next to the window. “It’s too much, right? I just wanted to get you something and you don’t seem like a flowers kind of guy, and then I saw the balloons and--” She broke off, a puzzled looked settling over her face for half a second. “I just thought of you, I guess. Don’t know why I thought you might be a balloons guy.”
“They’re fine,” said David, a little weirded out, but touched all the same. “Thank you.”
“So next topic,” said Tabitha. “Why didn’t you call me? Your sister texted me this morning, said you had to have surgery. I was terrified.”
“You were?” He liked Tabitha a lot, but they’d only been dating for a few months. And she was always canceling dates because she had to work late or because she had too much reading for school, to the point where he’d started wondering if those were excuses and she just wasn’t that into him.
But the worried set of her lips and her wide eyes told a different story. Which was more of a relief than any pain medication.
“Of course I was,” said Tabitha, coming over to the side of his bed and taking his hand. “Are you okay? Your sister didn’t even tell me what you were in here for; I texted her about a dozen times and never got a response.”
“That’s just Jess,” said David. He squeezed Tabitha’s hand. “And I’m fine. Appendicitis. Nothing too serious.”
“Appendicitis is serious! It can kill you!”
“Not now it can’t,” said David. “They took my appendix out.”
“Well, yes, I figured out that much.” Tabitha gave him a wry smile. “I wish you’d called me.”
“Well, I had to have emergency surgery, and they’re giving me this stuff that makes my head feel like one of those balloons. So I haven’t really had a chance to think about much of anything.”
“Well, okay, I guess that’s a good excuse.” Tabitha squeezed his hand back. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”
“And I’m glad you came,” said David.
kay_brookeStory: The Prime
Colors: Alien Green #11 (Ooh...if you were that stoned, what?), Seafoam #16 (balloon)
Styles/Supplies: Canvas
Word Count: 534
Rating/Warnings: PG-13; no standard warnings apply.
Summary: Tabitha visits David in the hospital.
Note: Constructive criticism is welcome, either through comments or PM. Last Seafoam.
There was a colorful bundle of balloons bobbing in the doorway, and it was talking to him.
“Oh god, oh god,” said the yellow one, and then a red one squeaked past it and said, “Are you awake?”
“These stupid things,” replied the blue one.
David blinked and held his hand up in front of his face, just to make sure it still looked normal. He knew he was on some strong pain medication, and it had been giving him weird dreams, but this didn’t feel like a dream.
Then the bundle drifted into the room and parted to show Tabitha’s frazzled face, hair snaking out of its careful ponytail, and the next when next she spoke, it came from her mouth, not the balloons.
“This is stupid, isn’t it? Such a pain to get up here, and you’re looking at me like I have two heads.”
“Or half a dozen ones, roughly,” said David, hitting the button to raise the head of his hospital bed.
“I’m sorry.” The balloons were attached to a little weight with a smiley face on it, which Tabitha deposited on the table next to the window. “It’s too much, right? I just wanted to get you something and you don’t seem like a flowers kind of guy, and then I saw the balloons and--” She broke off, a puzzled looked settling over her face for half a second. “I just thought of you, I guess. Don’t know why I thought you might be a balloons guy.”
“They’re fine,” said David, a little weirded out, but touched all the same. “Thank you.”
“So next topic,” said Tabitha. “Why didn’t you call me? Your sister texted me this morning, said you had to have surgery. I was terrified.”
“You were?” He liked Tabitha a lot, but they’d only been dating for a few months. And she was always canceling dates because she had to work late or because she had too much reading for school, to the point where he’d started wondering if those were excuses and she just wasn’t that into him.
But the worried set of her lips and her wide eyes told a different story. Which was more of a relief than any pain medication.
“Of course I was,” said Tabitha, coming over to the side of his bed and taking his hand. “Are you okay? Your sister didn’t even tell me what you were in here for; I texted her about a dozen times and never got a response.”
“That’s just Jess,” said David. He squeezed Tabitha’s hand. “And I’m fine. Appendicitis. Nothing too serious.”
“Appendicitis is serious! It can kill you!”
“Not now it can’t,” said David. “They took my appendix out.”
“Well, yes, I figured out that much.” Tabitha gave him a wry smile. “I wish you’d called me.”
“Well, I had to have emergency surgery, and they’re giving me this stuff that makes my head feel like one of those balloons. So I haven’t really had a chance to think about much of anything.”
“Well, okay, I guess that’s a good excuse.” Tabitha squeezed his hand back. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”
“And I’m glad you came,” said David.