Room 150

[doc_venkman]

Peter was trying to get out of bed. His legs didn't want to cooperate with this proposal, and exhaustion? Yeah, definitely. Prying his eyes open took a lot of willpower. He ended up trying to slide across his mattress. Dammit, he wasn't sick! And he really didn't feel like holing up in his room. If nothing else, he needed to talk to a doctor

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Some time later there's a knock on the door. "Peter? It's me..."

[doc_venkman]

Peter was sitting on the floor, wrenching over toward the door. He felt tired and ridiculous. It took a hell of a lot of willpower to push himself to a standing position.

He was using the wall as a back brace near the door, so he was able to reach over to open it. But that was all.

"C'mon in." He sounded winded, and exhausted.

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Ray pushes the door open and looks around. "Thought I should come see how- hoo, boy. Pete, you look knackered. I don't suppose you had a chance to have a doctor look at you after I got you up here?"

[doc_venkman]

"If knackered means feeling like I got used as the Yankees pitcher's glove throughout the entire baseball season, yeah."

Peter continued breathing heavily as he added, "Nope, I was trying to get downstairs to find one. Just one small problem. Pete's body's staging a protest on the idea."

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"It's a veterinary term from England," Ray says, opting to leave out the part where it means 'feeling like a critter that's in no condition for anyone but the slaughterhouse'. "But yeah, that's about right. Should I get a, I don't know, a sling or a wheelchair or something from the Bar or will you be all right if I help you down the stairs?"

[doc_venkman]

Peter glanced down at himself, debating. No, if it was this bad, he'd just pull Ray down with him, and get them both hurt.

"I'm voting on wheelchair, I don't want to pull you down after me if I fall again." It was obvious it was taking some effort just stay upright against the wall.

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Ray gives this some thought, then holds up a hand. "Want me to go see if there's anybody medical down there first, and have them come up here instead? Just in case?"

This is Not Good, his head is insisting. This is Bad. Very, very Bad...

[doc_venkman]

Venkman was definitely agreeing with this sentiment. He was trying to keep his tone light to cover it up, but yeah.

"Yes, please. Guppy's usually around in the afternoon. I'd hate to trouble him with this, but he might have some ideas. Then, maybe I can have fun popping wheelie's in the hall with the new set of wheels, huh? Have a race with you?"

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"Not unless we both get to hitch up to sled dogs," Ray says, equally cheerfully- or at least he thinks it is. Ray's as transparent as a glass of water and Peter being polite and to-the-point is spooking the hell out of him. "Sit tight, okay? I'll be right back."

And off he heads, down the hall.

[doc_venkman]

He gave a brief chuckle at that idea.

"Not like I can go anywhere at the moment." But this was under his breath as Ray was leaving.

Peter held up until his friend was out of sight, and then with a tired sigh, finally slid down onto the floor again. He dropped his head to his chest, lightly dozing.