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Tommy hates planes, and today's flight was no exception. Oh, he understands the aerodynamical principles that make them work, and he's not particularly worried about going down in flames. But to someone who's used to piloting technology far beyond anything most people could even concieve of, they're boring and unpleasant.
Currently he's sitting in a taxi, reaching for his wallet as the car pulls into the hospital he flew to Georgia to visit. Well, not the hospital itself, but rather one of the patients. He got a call a scant few hours ago, one that immediately sent him both into a panic and to the airport. It had been from Jason, and had really imparted no information whatsoever beyond the fact that the guy was sick. Then the line had cut out and Tommy's paranoia and over-active imagination had cut in to fill the gap.
Given that he's got a long weekend, the most logical course of action had been to immediately pack an overnight bag and buy a plane ticket. He'd called Hayley and the kids, explaining that there was an emergency but that they could still contact him if trouble hit. Then he'd jumped in the 4x4 and driven like he hadn't since his racing days.
If the plane ride had been long, the taxi ride has been unbearable. Tommy shoves the cab fare at the driver and hits the pavement outside before the vehicle can even stop moving. It's hard to maintain decorum as he asks rather than demands Jason's room number. The fact that the guy's not in the ICU or anything only lessens his concern a tiny fraction.
In fact, Tommy's so concerned that for the moment at least he's forgotten about what happened between him and his best friend almost a month ago. He knocks quietly on the door, hoping that Jason won't flip out about his decision to visit.
"Jase? Bro, it's... it's Tommy. May I come in?"
Currently he's sitting in a taxi, reaching for his wallet as the car pulls into the hospital he flew to Georgia to visit. Well, not the hospital itself, but rather one of the patients. He got a call a scant few hours ago, one that immediately sent him both into a panic and to the airport. It had been from Jason, and had really imparted no information whatsoever beyond the fact that the guy was sick. Then the line had cut out and Tommy's paranoia and over-active imagination had cut in to fill the gap.
Given that he's got a long weekend, the most logical course of action had been to immediately pack an overnight bag and buy a plane ticket. He'd called Hayley and the kids, explaining that there was an emergency but that they could still contact him if trouble hit. Then he'd jumped in the 4x4 and driven like he hadn't since his racing days.
If the plane ride had been long, the taxi ride has been unbearable. Tommy shoves the cab fare at the driver and hits the pavement outside before the vehicle can even stop moving. It's hard to maintain decorum as he asks rather than demands Jason's room number. The fact that the guy's not in the ICU or anything only lessens his concern a tiny fraction.
In fact, Tommy's so concerned that for the moment at least he's forgotten about what happened between him and his best friend almost a month ago. He knocks quietly on the door, hoping that Jason won't flip out about his decision to visit.
"Jase? Bro, it's... it's Tommy. May I come in?"