FAKE Quadruple Drabble: Awkward Injury
Title: Awkward Injury
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ryo, Dee.
Rating: PG
Setting: After Vol. 7.
Summary: Ryo’s injury is making it painful to even sit down.
Written Using: The tw100 prompt ‘Pain’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Quadruple drabble.
Ryo sat gingerly at his desk and tried to push the pain from his groin strain to the back of his mind. He was glad to be back at work, even though it meant riding a desk until the hospital signed him off as fit for active duty, but his desk chair was far from comfortable. No matter how he sat, the hard seat seemed to aggravate his injury, making it difficult for him to concentrate on his job.
“You okay?” Dee asked, a worried frown creasing his forehead.
“Just can’t seem to find a comfortable way to sit.” Ryo winced. “Right now, I’d settle for one that’s just less uncomfortable.”
“Yeah, these chairs aren’t exactly designed for comfort. Wanna try mine, see if it’s any better than yours?”
“Thanks for the offer, but I doubt it would make any difference. All the squad room’s chairs are the same kind.”
“I guess you’re right. Did ya take your painkillers?”
“Not the ones the hospital prescribed; they make me sleepy. I don’t mind taking them at night, but I don’t want to fall asleep at my desk. I’d probably fall off my chair and do even more damage.” The last thing Ryo needed was to make the tear in his adductor muscle bad enough to require surgery.
“You’re not gonna get any work done if ya can’t even sit comfortably.”
“I’ll manage. Somehow.”
“Ya shouldn’t haveta just manage. You injured yourself on the job, so the least you’re owed is a comfy chair. I’ll sort somethin’ out for ya, just leave it to me.” Before Ryo could protest, Dee was gone, striding from the squad room. Ryo felt a twinge of envy over how easily Dee moved; he’d taken his own mobility for granted until all he could do was hobble slowly and painfully.
Dee was back a few minutes later, wheeling a chair with a comfortably cushioned seat. “Here, give this one a try.”
“Where did you get that?”
“Requisitioned it from an office down the hall. No one was usin’ it, and even if they were, your need is greater. Don’t worry, I’ll square it with the Chief, assumin’ this is more comfortable for ya than what you’re sittin’ on.”
Ryo levered himself out of his chair and sank carefully into the one Dee was offering. “Oh! That’s much better.”
“Good. I’ll tell the old badger you’re borrowin’ it.”
The End
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ryo, Dee.
Rating: PG
Setting: After Vol. 7.
Summary: Ryo’s injury is making it painful to even sit down.
Written Using: The tw100 prompt ‘Pain’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Quadruple drabble.
Ryo sat gingerly at his desk and tried to push the pain from his groin strain to the back of his mind. He was glad to be back at work, even though it meant riding a desk until the hospital signed him off as fit for active duty, but his desk chair was far from comfortable. No matter how he sat, the hard seat seemed to aggravate his injury, making it difficult for him to concentrate on his job.
“You okay?” Dee asked, a worried frown creasing his forehead.
“Just can’t seem to find a comfortable way to sit.” Ryo winced. “Right now, I’d settle for one that’s just less uncomfortable.”
“Yeah, these chairs aren’t exactly designed for comfort. Wanna try mine, see if it’s any better than yours?”
“Thanks for the offer, but I doubt it would make any difference. All the squad room’s chairs are the same kind.”
“I guess you’re right. Did ya take your painkillers?”
“Not the ones the hospital prescribed; they make me sleepy. I don’t mind taking them at night, but I don’t want to fall asleep at my desk. I’d probably fall off my chair and do even more damage.” The last thing Ryo needed was to make the tear in his adductor muscle bad enough to require surgery.
“You’re not gonna get any work done if ya can’t even sit comfortably.”
“I’ll manage. Somehow.”
“Ya shouldn’t haveta just manage. You injured yourself on the job, so the least you’re owed is a comfy chair. I’ll sort somethin’ out for ya, just leave it to me.” Before Ryo could protest, Dee was gone, striding from the squad room. Ryo felt a twinge of envy over how easily Dee moved; he’d taken his own mobility for granted until all he could do was hobble slowly and painfully.
Dee was back a few minutes later, wheeling a chair with a comfortably cushioned seat. “Here, give this one a try.”
“Where did you get that?”
“Requisitioned it from an office down the hall. No one was usin’ it, and even if they were, your need is greater. Don’t worry, I’ll square it with the Chief, assumin’ this is more comfortable for ya than what you’re sittin’ on.”
Ryo levered himself out of his chair and sank carefully into the one Dee was offering. “Oh! That’s much better.”
“Good. I’ll tell the old badger you’re borrowin’ it.”
The End