Tallulah Falls, 3/?
anonymous
October 20 2010, 02:32:54 UTC
“Sound awful,” Leonard says. “Do people really talk like that? Anyway, I’ll have them print out your discharge instructions, but basically, take it easy for the next 24 hours, take Tylenol for the pain, and come back if your symptoms don’t get better or you get any new ones. Oh, and someone should keep you under observation. I assume one of that entourage out there can handle it?”
Kirk doesn’t look pleased at the prospect. “I don’t suppose I could come home with you instead?” He raises his eyebrows and gives a little smirk, and Leonard gets a hint of what he’s probably like when he doesn’t feel like vomiting.
“Clarkesville may be the back of beyond, but we do have hotels, you know.” He hands Kirk off to Douglass (who he knows has a teenage daughter) to take Kirk to Radiology and goes to talk to Kirk’s emergency contact, who turns out to be the short guy with the baseball cap.
He listens anxiously to Leonard’s report with what could either be genuine concern or apprehension about a lawsuit.
“Oh. Oh, that’s good.” He takes off the baseball cap and runs a hand through his hair. “Jesus. We’re behind schedule as it is. When will he be able to work again?”
“Another 24 hours.” Leonard thinks of the circles under Kirk’s eyes. “Forty-eight to be on the safe side. You can bring him back here tomorrow afternoon, if you want. I’ll be on duty. And someone should stay with him tonight to keep an eye on him.”
“Yeah. Hey.” The director cups a hand around Leonard’s elbow, draws him close and lowers his voice. “Is there any way we might be able to engage your, uh, services for the next day or two? There’s already been one fuck-up today and I don’t want another. Just to keep an eye on him?”
Leonard snorts. “You don’t need a doctor, you just need a babysitter. Keep an eye on him for neurological symptoms, that’s all.”
“Uh huh.” The director looks doubtful. “You know, sometimes we hire set doctors on dangerous shoots. We pay $1500 a day, plus expenses. For such short notice, I’d be happy to pay double.”
Leonard blinks at the director; this does, of course, change matters. “I’ll have to clear it with my boss.”
“She’s fine with it. Ecstatic, even.” The director flashes him a quick, insincere smile. “My assistant will bring you some paperwork. I’ll expect a report in the morning.”
Fifteen minutes later, a smiling Douglass appears with Kirk, his CT scans in one hand, a pile of what look like autographs in the other.
“Change of plans,” Leonard says to Kirk, dangling his car keys. “Looks like I’m taking you home.”
The smile that sentence earns Leonard is enough to melt glass, and seems to make Douglass weak at the knees. All of a sudden, Leonard’s knees aren’t feeling too stable, either.
Re: Tallulah Falls, 3/?themintytwinsOctober 21 2010, 00:40:22 UTC
OH CHRIST YOU FILLED THIS, I LOVE YOU! I was starting to think this one wouldn't be filled, and this was one of my more anticipated prompts. Its perfect already and you've barely started! Anon, I love you so much right now! Can't wait for the update! *hearthands*
Re: Tallulah Falls, 3/?
anonymous
October 21 2010, 01:24:42 UTC
Aww, thank you, babe! I'm having a blast, so there are thousands more words to come...I appreciate your handwavy encouragement so much, you don't even know!
Kirk doesn’t look pleased at the prospect. “I don’t suppose I could come home with you instead?” He raises his eyebrows and gives a little smirk, and Leonard gets a hint of what he’s probably like when he doesn’t feel like vomiting.
“Clarkesville may be the back of beyond, but we do have hotels, you know.” He hands Kirk off to Douglass (who he knows has a teenage daughter) to take Kirk to Radiology and goes to talk to Kirk’s emergency contact, who turns out to be the short guy with the baseball cap.
He listens anxiously to Leonard’s report with what could either be genuine concern or apprehension about a lawsuit.
“Oh. Oh, that’s good.” He takes off the baseball cap and runs a hand through his hair. “Jesus. We’re behind schedule as it is. When will he be able to work again?”
“Another 24 hours.” Leonard thinks of the circles under Kirk’s eyes. “Forty-eight to be on the safe side. You can bring him back here tomorrow afternoon, if you want. I’ll be on duty. And someone should stay with him tonight to keep an eye on him.”
“Yeah. Hey.” The director cups a hand around Leonard’s elbow, draws him close and lowers his voice. “Is there any way we might be able to engage your, uh, services for the next day or two? There’s already been one fuck-up today and I don’t want another. Just to keep an eye on him?”
Leonard snorts. “You don’t need a doctor, you just need a babysitter. Keep an eye on him for neurological symptoms, that’s all.”
“Uh huh.” The director looks doubtful. “You know, sometimes we hire set doctors on dangerous shoots. We pay $1500 a day, plus expenses. For such short notice, I’d be happy to pay double.”
Leonard blinks at the director; this does, of course, change matters. “I’ll have to clear it with my boss.”
“She’s fine with it. Ecstatic, even.” The director flashes him a quick, insincere smile. “My assistant will bring you some paperwork. I’ll expect a report in the morning.”
Fifteen minutes later, a smiling Douglass appears with Kirk, his CT scans in one hand, a pile of what look like autographs in the other.
“Change of plans,” Leonard says to Kirk, dangling his car keys. “Looks like I’m taking you home.”
The smile that sentence earns Leonard is enough to melt glass, and seems to make Douglass weak at the knees. All of a sudden, Leonard’s knees aren’t feeling too stable, either.
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