FAKE Triple Drabble: Donation Day
Title: Donation Day
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Dee, Ryo, OMC.
Rating: PG
Setting: After Vol. 7.
Summary: Dee and Ryo have gotten into the habit of regularly donating blood.
Written Using: The tw100 prompt ‘Vain / Vein’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Triple drabble.
Dee lounged back in the van, fist clenched, as the technician found a nice, plump vein. Giving blood was a matter of routine, a pint every couple of months could be easily spared by guys as fit and healthy as he and Ryo were. They always went on a day off, then treated themselves to burger and fries to kick-start replacing what had been taken, ready for next time.
On the opposite couch, Ryo was already hooked up, the container slowly filling. Both detectives had on occasion needed transfusions following serious injury, so they knew first-hand the importance of there being sufficient stocks of all blood types available. Every time they donated, they knew they were potentially saving a life, perhaps that of a fellow cop, firefighter, soldier, or innocent victim of violent crime.
“We gonna get a cookie after?” Dee teased Frankie, the tech.
“Why? You thinkin’ of faintin’ from blood loss?” Frankie quipped back.
“Depends. You got double choc chip? Might be worthwhile faintin’ for those.”
Frankie laughed, well used to Dee’s antics. This wasn’t the first time the two detectives had donated with him.
“We’ll see; depends if your blood’s good enough.”
Dee pretended indignation. “Hey, you’re gettin’ a whole pint of prime Dee juice here! Some of the best available!”
“Pay no mind to him, Frankie,” Ryo said, amused despite hearing similar banter every time. “We’ll be going for lunch right after; he won’t starve in the five minutes’ walk between here and Burger King.”
“You don’t know that. I might!”
“After the stack of pancakes you had for breakfast? Seems unlikely.”
“I have a healthy appetite, is all. Gotta keep my strength up, especially on blood donation days.”
“That’s your excuse.”
“It’s a fact. Right, Frankie? I only come here for the cookies and OJ.”
The End
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Dee, Ryo, OMC.
Rating: PG
Setting: After Vol. 7.
Summary: Dee and Ryo have gotten into the habit of regularly donating blood.
Written Using: The tw100 prompt ‘Vain / Vein’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Triple drabble.
Dee lounged back in the van, fist clenched, as the technician found a nice, plump vein. Giving blood was a matter of routine, a pint every couple of months could be easily spared by guys as fit and healthy as he and Ryo were. They always went on a day off, then treated themselves to burger and fries to kick-start replacing what had been taken, ready for next time.
On the opposite couch, Ryo was already hooked up, the container slowly filling. Both detectives had on occasion needed transfusions following serious injury, so they knew first-hand the importance of there being sufficient stocks of all blood types available. Every time they donated, they knew they were potentially saving a life, perhaps that of a fellow cop, firefighter, soldier, or innocent victim of violent crime.
“We gonna get a cookie after?” Dee teased Frankie, the tech.
“Why? You thinkin’ of faintin’ from blood loss?” Frankie quipped back.
“Depends. You got double choc chip? Might be worthwhile faintin’ for those.”
Frankie laughed, well used to Dee’s antics. This wasn’t the first time the two detectives had donated with him.
“We’ll see; depends if your blood’s good enough.”
Dee pretended indignation. “Hey, you’re gettin’ a whole pint of prime Dee juice here! Some of the best available!”
“Pay no mind to him, Frankie,” Ryo said, amused despite hearing similar banter every time. “We’ll be going for lunch right after; he won’t starve in the five minutes’ walk between here and Burger King.”
“You don’t know that. I might!”
“After the stack of pancakes you had for breakfast? Seems unlikely.”
“I have a healthy appetite, is all. Gotta keep my strength up, especially on blood donation days.”
“That’s your excuse.”
“It’s a fact. Right, Frankie? I only come here for the cookies and OJ.”
The End