Re: In The Waiting Roomblackadder_nthMay 14 2006, 05:08:51 UTC
Edmund still had blood crusted in his hair from the blow to the head he'd taken the day before. He was cursing under his breath and peeling duct tape off.
Re: In The Waiting RoomsensethevisionsMay 14 2006, 05:15:34 UTC
Phoebe handed Pip a packl of cigarettes that she often carried for her friends for times like this because... hey, Fandom, and then looked at Edmund. "Are you okay?"
Re: In The Waiting Roomblackadder_nthMay 14 2006, 05:18:51 UTC
"I've been trussed up like a duct tape roast by a pair of hedonistic teenagers for the past thirty-six hours, had my head banged into one of my own display shelves, and those same two children destroyed my flat." Edmund glowered at the world in general. "No, I am not okay."
Re: In The Waiting Roomladder62May 14 2006, 05:14:42 UTC
"She's in the back," Tommy said, jerking his thumb over his shoulder to indicate the direction. "Banged up pretty good. Broken wrist, ribs, lotta bruises, looks like a concussion. I want her to stay the night just in case. You want to keep her company?"
Re: In The Waiting RoomsensethevisionsMay 14 2006, 05:17:38 UTC
Phoebe didn't have the words right now to tell Tommy how thankful she was that he had asked.
She nodded. "Yes, Dr. Tommy, I'll stay with her. Thank you." She tried to smile, but it was a worried one. "My boyfriend will probably be in later to sit with me. Dr. Tommy... she'll be okay, right?"
Re: In The Waiting Roomladder62May 14 2006, 05:20:52 UTC
It was possible Tommy should tell her that he was really "Mr. Gavin" but - eh. Details.
"Should be," Tommy said. "Keep an eye on her. Make sure she doesn't grow a second head or whatever the fuck happens in this town when people get broken bones. I live right upstairs if you need anything. Figure she'd rather be looking at your face instead of mine though."
"Where is she?"
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He looked a little banged up and in dire need of a cigarette.
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She nodded. "Yes, Dr. Tommy, I'll stay with her. Thank you." She tried to smile, but it was a worried one. "My boyfriend will probably be in later to sit with me. Dr. Tommy... she'll be okay, right?"
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"Should be," Tommy said. "Keep an eye on her. Make sure she doesn't grow a second head or whatever the fuck happens in this town when people get broken bones. I live right upstairs if you need anything. Figure she'd rather be looking at your face instead of mine though."
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