FAKE Ficlet: A Minor Injury
Title: A Minor Injury
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ryo, Dee.
Rating: PG
Setting: After Like Like Love.
Summary: Ryo is making more of a fuss over his injury than Dee thinks is warranted.
Word Count: 500
Written For: Prompt 661: Injury at slashthedrabble.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
“I can’t believe I broke my finger!” Ryo stared in disbelief at the offending digit, now securely taped to the one beside it.
Dee would have laughed at the expression on his lover’s face, except it really wasn’t funny. Well, it was in a way, but he didn’t think Ryo would take kindly to being laughed at; Dee knew he wouldn’t if their roles were reversed. Nevertheless...
“Babe, you’ve been shot, stabbed, broken your ankle, arm, and foot, dislocated your shoulder, strained or sprained practically everything possible, and it’s a broken finger that bothers ya? I hate to tell ya this, but you’re just weird.”
Ryo turned what was almost a pout Dee’s way. “I don’t understand how it even happened! I was only making the bed, and now...” He waved his hand in front of Dee’s face. “How am I supposed to work like this? I can’t drive one-handed, or use my gun. I won’t even be able to type properly! Or cook! I’ll be useless. Why couldn’t it have been my toe?”
“Last I checked, ya don’t make the bed usin’ your feet.” That probably wasn’t the most tactful thing Dee could have said, judging by Ryo’s glare. “Okay, sorry.”
“I should think so.”
It was true though, even if Ryo didn’t want to hear it. He’d got his hand caught between the mattress and the bed frame when he’d been tucking in fresh sheets; it was simply bad luck that when he’d tried to free himself, his finger had bent the wrong way causing a fracture to the small bone between the first and second joints. It had been a freak accident, and although it had been painful, Ryo hadn’t thought it was serious until his finger had started to swell. He’d even finished the bed before calling a cab to take him to the ER, phoning Dee enroute to let him know so he wouldn’t worry when he got home from the orphanage, where he’d been helping Mother with some minor repairs.
“There’s nothing funny about this.”
“I know, but in no way does a broken finger make ya useless. If ya can’t cook, you can supervise me while I do it. Same with the household chores; you get to order me around, make sure I do everything right. As for work...” Dee shrugged. “Yeah, you’ll probably be stuck on desk duty for a couple weeks, maybe more, but I bet ya can type better with one hand than I can with two, and you can answer the phone.”
Ryo sighed. “I suppose.”
“’Sides, we’re in court next week on the Lincoln Brown murder, so we’ll be busy reviewin’ the case file, then sittin’ around the courthouse waitin’ to testify. Your finger’s not gonna be a problem then, not like when ya had to get me into the courthouse with a busted leg.”
“You’re right.” Ryo smiled ruefully. “I’m making a bigger deal of this than I need to, aren’t I?”
Dee grinned. “Just a bit.”
The End
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ryo, Dee.
Rating: PG
Setting: After Like Like Love.
Summary: Ryo is making more of a fuss over his injury than Dee thinks is warranted.
Word Count: 500
Written For: Prompt 661: Injury at slashthedrabble.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
“I can’t believe I broke my finger!” Ryo stared in disbelief at the offending digit, now securely taped to the one beside it.
Dee would have laughed at the expression on his lover’s face, except it really wasn’t funny. Well, it was in a way, but he didn’t think Ryo would take kindly to being laughed at; Dee knew he wouldn’t if their roles were reversed. Nevertheless...
“Babe, you’ve been shot, stabbed, broken your ankle, arm, and foot, dislocated your shoulder, strained or sprained practically everything possible, and it’s a broken finger that bothers ya? I hate to tell ya this, but you’re just weird.”
Ryo turned what was almost a pout Dee’s way. “I don’t understand how it even happened! I was only making the bed, and now...” He waved his hand in front of Dee’s face. “How am I supposed to work like this? I can’t drive one-handed, or use my gun. I won’t even be able to type properly! Or cook! I’ll be useless. Why couldn’t it have been my toe?”
“Last I checked, ya don’t make the bed usin’ your feet.” That probably wasn’t the most tactful thing Dee could have said, judging by Ryo’s glare. “Okay, sorry.”
“I should think so.”
It was true though, even if Ryo didn’t want to hear it. He’d got his hand caught between the mattress and the bed frame when he’d been tucking in fresh sheets; it was simply bad luck that when he’d tried to free himself, his finger had bent the wrong way causing a fracture to the small bone between the first and second joints. It had been a freak accident, and although it had been painful, Ryo hadn’t thought it was serious until his finger had started to swell. He’d even finished the bed before calling a cab to take him to the ER, phoning Dee enroute to let him know so he wouldn’t worry when he got home from the orphanage, where he’d been helping Mother with some minor repairs.
“There’s nothing funny about this.”
“I know, but in no way does a broken finger make ya useless. If ya can’t cook, you can supervise me while I do it. Same with the household chores; you get to order me around, make sure I do everything right. As for work...” Dee shrugged. “Yeah, you’ll probably be stuck on desk duty for a couple weeks, maybe more, but I bet ya can type better with one hand than I can with two, and you can answer the phone.”
Ryo sighed. “I suppose.”
“’Sides, we’re in court next week on the Lincoln Brown murder, so we’ll be busy reviewin’ the case file, then sittin’ around the courthouse waitin’ to testify. Your finger’s not gonna be a problem then, not like when ya had to get me into the courthouse with a busted leg.”
“You’re right.” Ryo smiled ruefully. “I’m making a bigger deal of this than I need to, aren’t I?”
Dee grinned. “Just a bit.”
The End