So, after a few days of trying not to worry, of taking stupid things too hard, and of pretending he just didn't care anymore, Billy now found himself back in Barney's apartment
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That reaction was like warning klaxons going off in his head. It made him tense. So something was up? Something had to be up. Something was--
No. He was trying to be done with worrying when it may not be necessary. Or something. It was hard to tell what he should or should not be doing given the mixed signals he kept getting. "Sure. A drink sounds good." Might even calm his nerves. Which needed to stop being on such a hair trigger, he decided.
Barney exited the hospital feeling confident in the fact he wasn't about to die and feeling..well, not very much. His complaining and moaning about the pain had gotten him an extra dose of morphine from the nurse, so he was quite happy with himself.
"I think that went rather well!" He said, smiling at Billy.
Billy couldn't tell if he liked Barney on morphine any better than without, but at least he was cheerier. It had been a rather uneventful visit, with stitching and drugs and antibiotics to take home, and Billy, well, Billy hadn't left his side and now had to make sure he got back as safely as he got in, which meant stuffing him into another cab. "Yeah. Well. Except when you tried to grab the one nurse. Her ass is not a handle. I thought she was going to stab you with a scalpel."
Barney laughed. "That was an accident. I was falling off the table and her ass was helping to support me! Either way it got me more morphine." He looked at his newly bandaged right hand.
"You think she believed the story of how I saved the baby from the locked car? I think she did."
"Yeah, no more morphine for you. I don't need to have you wandering around in a drugged up haze of unfeeling. Just have to wait for it to wear off now. Also, I think she was skeptical. A little bit. Maybe. I think you should've gone with the one about the little old lady."
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"Oh, are you here already?"
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"Uh..something I needed for the house. You want something to drink?" He asked walking over to the refrigerator.
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No. He was trying to be done with worrying when it may not be necessary. Or something. It was hard to tell what he should or should not be doing given the mixed signals he kept getting. "Sure. A drink sounds good." Might even calm his nerves. Which needed to stop being on such a hair trigger, he decided.
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"I think that went rather well!" He said, smiling at Billy.
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"You think she believed the story of how I saved the baby from the locked car? I think she did."
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