Tis...the season? [for Rodney]
The enchanted (was it enchanted? Helen hardly knew) jukebox was permanently stuck on Bing Crosby whenever Helen made her way through the rec room and while it made her feel festive, the ostentatious mistletoe in the doorway most certainly did not. For such a small little weed, it had caused her a great many headaches in the past few days and without Will around to rescue her from it (damn him and his professional ethics, actually seeing patients) it looked like she would be trapped for some time.
She tried moving only to find she was stuck under a small circle beneath the stupid weed and the people milling about the rec room weren't people she knew. If she was subjecting herself to the indignity of kissing someone that was not Will it was certainly going to be someone she knew. Seeing a familiar thatch of ginger hair lightened her spirits considerably.
"Rodney! Come rescue a damsel in distress?"
She tried moving only to find she was stuck under a small circle beneath the stupid weed and the people milling about the rec room weren't people she knew. If she was subjecting herself to the indignity of kissing someone that was not Will it was certainly going to be someone she knew. Seeing a familiar thatch of ginger hair lightened her spirits considerably.
"Rodney! Come rescue a damsel in distress?"