Rick was aware that Chris was away taking some personal time - and he really couldn't deny his little brother. He just wasn't exactly swimming in visitors or with anything particularly constructive to do. Even the TV seemed to suck, and he mostly slept to try and just kill the boredom. It didn't help he couldn't sleep without still some discomfort
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Rick's gaze dropped to her mouth and a smile tugged at his lips as he ran his tongue over them. "How about a kiss instead?"
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Rick was a little disappointed his attempt had failed but at least he wasn't getting a slap in the face. "You really do have a band-aid fetish, don't you?"
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"Well, I have a habit of sticking people with a lot of pointy things. It could be worse. I could have a bondage fetish, in which case, it is highly unlikely I would be your oncologist right now," she pointed out and stood up so she could pull another different looking machine over towards his bedside and hooked the new line up to it.
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"Bondage never really did it for me. I was with a chick that had a thing for it... I failed to see which part was meant to turn me on." He turned his head to look at the new machine. "I can trust you, right?"
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"We must be a match made in heaven, because it never did anything for me, either." She held his hand again carefully as she attached the line and hung the bag of saline with the small medication pouch beside it. "I cut you open and took a body part. I think you can trust me, love. I'm not going to hit you with the pole, promise. You can trust me with anything," she assured him, her tone a little more serious now.
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