Nurse Donut to the rescue [OPEN]
Characters: Franklin Delano Donut [grenading] and YOU!
Setting/Location: The Caravan, random hallway.
Date & Time: backdated to Day 18; afternoon-ish?
Warnings: Donut being stubborn and sick and concerned with everyone's health but his own. also tl;dr set-up? oops. ;A;
Summary: Donut tries to get to the clinic to SAVE HIS BFFS FROM DETRIMENTAL ILLNESS and probably fails.
Donut wasn't stupid, like people liked to believe. "People" being his teammates, mostly. He knew very well that he was ill, should have been in bed, curled up in blankets. And in the back of his head, the desire to do just that was very much there. But, Donut wasn't stupid. He was stubborn.
He had a poor habit of being a motherhen, and now was no different. No matter how ill he was, he wanted to take care of others first. If that determination was actually applied in situations that mattered, like, say, fighting the Blues, he probably could have been a very skilled soldier. But, hey, not everyone was perfect.
Right now? He wasn't caring too much about his health. Simmons and Grif came first, then Church--hey, he was Caboose's best friend and Donut happened to like Caboose; it was only natural to fret over him--and then anyone else Donut managed to run into. He liked pretty much everyone on the Caravan, so he wasn't going to be selective after the first three were taken care of.
So the search for medicine was on. He knew that he wasn't going to trick anyone walking around, so he foolishly thought putting his armor on was a good idea. Maybe no one would notice he couldn't breathe if they couldn't see his face!
Okay, so maybe he was a little stupid.
Either way, the armor was heavy and no matter how roomy it was, it was also stifling. So, predictably, Donut was nearly gasping for air by the time he made it down the stairs. He took a breather at the foot of them, gripping the banister a little too roughly. As soon as he caught his breath, he would head to the clinic. That House guy had medicine, right? Maybe he'd give him some! And then he could go see Simmons and Grif. And they'd be so grateful!
Yeah, right.
Setting/Location: The Caravan, random hallway.
Date & Time: backdated to Day 18; afternoon-ish?
Warnings: Donut being stubborn and sick and concerned with everyone's health but his own. also tl;dr set-up? oops. ;A;
Summary: Donut tries to get to the clinic to SAVE HIS BFFS FROM DETRIMENTAL ILLNESS and probably fails.
Donut wasn't stupid, like people liked to believe. "People" being his teammates, mostly. He knew very well that he was ill, should have been in bed, curled up in blankets. And in the back of his head, the desire to do just that was very much there. But, Donut wasn't stupid. He was stubborn.
He had a poor habit of being a motherhen, and now was no different. No matter how ill he was, he wanted to take care of others first. If that determination was actually applied in situations that mattered, like, say, fighting the Blues, he probably could have been a very skilled soldier. But, hey, not everyone was perfect.
Right now? He wasn't caring too much about his health. Simmons and Grif came first, then Church--hey, he was Caboose's best friend and Donut happened to like Caboose; it was only natural to fret over him--and then anyone else Donut managed to run into. He liked pretty much everyone on the Caravan, so he wasn't going to be selective after the first three were taken care of.
So the search for medicine was on. He knew that he wasn't going to trick anyone walking around, so he foolishly thought putting his armor on was a good idea. Maybe no one would notice he couldn't breathe if they couldn't see his face!
Okay, so maybe he was a little stupid.
Either way, the armor was heavy and no matter how roomy it was, it was also stifling. So, predictably, Donut was nearly gasping for air by the time he made it down the stairs. He took a breather at the foot of them, gripping the banister a little too roughly. As soon as he caught his breath, he would head to the clinic. That House guy had medicine, right? Maybe he'd give him some! And then he could go see Simmons and Grif. And they'd be so grateful!
Yeah, right.