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[dingdongdoodily]

The news in L.A. was in an uproar. Media staples like ABC, CBS, NBC, and FOX, along with the cable standards all flocked to an offramp outside of San Andreas. out of one of the vans stepped a comely young woman with a wind-swept, perfectly moussed hairstyle and a pressed formal business skirt-and-jacket over her smart turtleneck shirt. She directed

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[dingdongdoodily]

Pickles grabbed both hands tight, scowling slightly, though most of the fire was lost because it was Miniver, not a nameless nurse or doctor that he didn't trust. "Relax already, I ain't gunna die or nothin'." He huffed, shaking his head. "Someone was drivin' like a clown and wound up fishtailin' and causin' a pileup of about ten cars. I was last in the line fer it, but my leg got crushed between my bike and the hood of a car. They said it was damn lucky I hit it at the angle I did or I woulda probably bit it big." He shook his head. "I passed out before I even knew what effin' happened fer the most part, woke up here."

[cheevy]

Miniver lifts Pickles' hands and kisses them.

He's gonna calm down. Really he is. Yes. Right now. He takes a deep breath and lowers Pickles' hands.

"Okay. You got enough whatever pain stuff? I can go kick someone's ass if you don't. Or... or anything else."

[dingdongdoodily]

Pickles nodded, "M'fine babe. You should be a happier dude than you are right now. I ain't dead, and it's just my leg and ribs, it ain't my hands or nothin'."

He did have a pretty impressive scrape on his face, though that wasn't bothering him nearly as bad as his ribs.

[cheevy]

"But you almost died," Miniver says, sounding a bit whiny. "Lemme be worried about you. I'll get to being happy you're alive in a few minutes. I can't handle that many things at once."

He does smile finally, though, scooting the chair as close to the bed as he can get and threading his fingers between Pickles'. He leans forward and kisses the drummer beside the scrape on his face. He stays as close as he can, nuzzling his hair lightly.

If he thought he could pounce Pickles and wrap around him protectively without killing him, he would.

[dingdongdoodily]

Pickles' smile warmed at that and he wrapped his free arm around Miniver's shoulder, gingerly moving as he did. "Looks like yer gunna have to play nursemaid fer a while. I'll be fine in a few months, though, just remember that. Nothin'll take me away from you."

He'd been expecting this, quite honestly, which is why he wasn't freaking out, himself. Thanks, old-self.

"But I had a lotta fun. How the hell'd you know who I'd wanna meet?" He narrowed his eyes, "You been talkin' to old-me again?"