Sex, drugs and... nope, wait. Just drugs | RP with canmakeufeel

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Rule #1 - Don't try to lie on back because it hurts like a bitch
Rule #2 - You have a tube up your dick, so don't move, period
Rule #3 - Hank is not wearing a tutu

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[canmakeufeel]

Maddy had been wondering the lower bowels of Xavier's in an attempt to be less freaked out by the place. It wasn't working. In fact, she was almost certain that walking around in the small hours of the morning had been a huge mistake. She should have stayed upstairs with Flynn. They could have used the physical comfort time.

She'd seen someone rush into the med bay, and Madison had stood outside the closed doors for what had seemed like hours. She hadn't wanted to intrude, but her curiosity was getting the better of her. The place had no damn windows, so she couldn't even see anything.

It was only when the helper--some white haired lady that Madison remembered being hastily introduced to--came back out and after waiting another ten minutes, that Maddy dared to go in.

He was laughing. Or crying.

Gorgeous was awake! She nearly cried herself, and tipped over a jar of those icicle stick things as she tried to cover her mouth to stifle the sob. "Oh, shit. Fuck, shit. Sorry."

[dontdotricks]

Hank turned around at the disturbance. "Ms James," he greeted her with a small smile, his hand still resting on Remy's shoulder. "Perhaps you might have more luck than me." He handed her the plastic cup full of ice chips. "He did not wake so smoothly, unfortunately. He's on strong pain medication and he tore the back of his throat when he ripped the ventilator out himself. We're trying to get him to take some ice to soothe it, but he's being typically uncooperative, and, shall we say, a little high."

"M'not a pie," Remy offered in nothing more than a rapsy whisper. He made a weak reach for Hank's hand, but gave up when it took too much effort. He hadn't seemed to cotton on that anyone else was there yet.

[canmakeufeel]

Madison took the cup of ice chips and sat by Remy's bed. She wasn't as scared of a stoned, and clearly out of it Cajun as most might be. Sometimes she thought she had what it took to be a nurse. Then she thought about the hours, and just wasn't that keen on the idea.

She offered Dr. McCoy a smile of thanks. She had to remember to take a chance to thank him later. It wasn't fair of her to hate him like she had been. "No, you're not. You're much better tasting than pie," Maddy purred as she reached out a hand to smooth back Remy's hair from his forehead and draw what little attention he had to her.

[dontdotricks]

Remy's eyes were heavy and it took a moment for him to focus on her. The giggling set in again, but with his injured throat, left him sounding like what one could only describe as Mutley, the laughing dog. "I know you," he rasped, giving a lethargic point. "You're pretty..."