Chris was maybe all of 30% awake as he sat in the recliner chair beside Rick in the chemo clinic. He had sweet-talked one of the nurses into moving it from the next bay over and pushing it up against Rick's. He had managed to get dressed in some at least presentable clothing of black track pants and a Marlins football jersey with a hoodie over the ( Read more... )

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Chris knew he really shouldn't be that surprised when he woke up and found himself on the floor. He was though. It was a rude shock, and really not part of his evil escape plan. All he remembered was making it to his front door, seeing Rick... and then two Ricks, and now waking up doing a good imitation of a welcome mat. ( Read more... )

Chris couldn't believe it was time for another meal again. He still felt full from the last time, and now there was more food in front of him. He had woken up to a kitchen staff member sliding the tray onto his bed table and now he was looking at the cover of the tray suspiciously. If there was porridge under there, he would pitch a fit. Someone ( Read more... )

[Follows THIS]Dave had made the tough decision the evening prior to have the Propofol dosage stopped to give Chris a chance to wake up naturally. It hadn't been an easy one. Carla knew this. She had been there, not too far away, when she had seen Dave in serious talks with his boss and also with Rick's doctor. They then all seemed to take a united ( Read more... )

[Follows THIS]With Serena out on an elusive Taco Mission because Chris refused to eat one from the hospital cafeteria, Chris finally arrived in Rick's room. There was no fanfare of red carpets, he just went in and flopped down on the chair beside Rick's bed. He couldn't believe how tired he was. Bella was going to have to figure out pre-op prep ( Read more... )

[Follows THIS and THIS]Rick felt tired. He felt more than tired and now that he knew his other kidney was fucked he felt like some asshole bouncer was sitting on his chest, making it impossible to breathe. A lot of it came down to knowing that he had to tell Chris. And that he needed the courage to ask his brother for the ultimate favour. It wasn't ( Read more... )

[Follows THIS]For some reason, Chris had taken a lot lately to standing in his kitchen and staring at the beach in the distance. Serena kept catching him at it, and it always seemed to be where he ended up when his mind got into the weird think funks. It was morning, and after the horrible turn of events with Eva the night before, he had slept like ( Read more... )

It was around mid-afternoon now, a good seven hours after Chris had last been awake. After biting the bullet and creeping into his brother's room early that morning, for some reason he had gone out like a light after spending the last few days struggling to get any sort of momentum in a sleep. Even before he went and crashed on Rick's bed, he had ( Read more... )

[Follows THIS, THIS and THIS]By the time Chris made it back up to the floor of his apartment, he was dragging his surfboard behind him and just glad he had taken the effort to shove it back into its case so it wouldn't get scratched. In the wake of Proctor sending home - again - all Chris had wanted was a surf, just like last time. And just like ( Read more... )

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POSTING ORDER: Chris, Rick, DaveChris had gotten home from his thiry-two hour on-call shift about an hour ago. He had been close to zombie-realms when he got in, but a shower and a large bowl of cereal gave him a second wind that he was determined to last out a little longer. He finally managed to cross a day off with ( Read more... )