Weekend getaway [Sunday afternoon, for evilhandissue]

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Beginning of the weekend is here, but be warned: thread is long and smutty. We don't normally smut, but figured we might as well let the pups have some fun just this once. *g*When Lindsey had first suggested they go away for the weekend, Cordelia had been a little hesitant. Not because she didn't want to spend time with him, but because the whole

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[queen_c_tm]

"Yeah, well, for someone who can't die, you're doing a pretty good imitation of a guy about to croak." She was hoping the lame joke would help keep him alert, but he had already gone limp before she'd finished

[queen_c_tm]

She'd rather not think too much about him being respected by the demon community. That was too close to the whole "let's not talk about our jobs" thing for comfort. But in this case, it was pretty hard to avoid the subject, so she sighed and walked around to bandage the front part of his shoulder.

"Well, whoever it was, they're obviously mystical in some way. Or invisible." She paused, frowning as she thought of Marcie. "With an invisible gun and invisible bullets."

She finished up and took a step back to look over her work. "Okay, I think you're safe from bleeding on anything now."

[evilhandissue]

Lindsey looked up at her a moment, then at the shoulder. he had been that lost in thought. "Yeah. guess we're keeping up on the having to patch each other up every other time we see each other tradition."

He turned a bit, going to open his suitcase to get a shirt or something. How he was going to get it on was going to be interesting. He might eventually think about asking for a painkiller...

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"It seems to have become our thing. Though it would be nice if we could go a little longer without someone getting hurt again." She smirked at him over her shoulder as she closed up the first aid kit

[evilhandissue]

He had choosen a button up shirt. He was able to get the bad arm into it, putting it on first and letting the good arm wiggle around until it was in as well. Buttoning it up... that was going to be a long time coming.

He took the bottle, expertly opening it with one hand and actually managing to get two pills out, popped into his mouth, and the bottle closed all with his left hand.

Some things you never forget how to do. Like living with only one good hand.

"Thanks." He held the bottle back to her, swallowing the pills dry.

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"I don't get the vision migraines anymore, but it's kind of become habit to keep those with me all the time." She took the bottle back and dropped it into her pocket, then looked him over.

"You need help with that?" She motioned to his shirt and lifted an eyebrow in question. She almost just reached out and started to button it for him, but stopped herself. For one thing, it felt way too girlfriend-y, and for another, there was no telling how the male ego would react to an offer of help, however well-intentioned it might be.

Living and working with so many men had taught Cordelia one thing: they could be real babies sometimes. And when they were injured? They were even worse.

[evilhandissue]

He was looking down, working one button at a time slowly, his fingers remembering how to do it, and why he had kept all his shirts buttoned except for the top two when he had been handless.

Buttons really sucked.

"I've got it." He didn't, but yeah, the male ego thing was in play here. "Thanks though."

Ok, two of eight. Thank god he didn't have to do a tie...

[queen_c_tm]

To her credit, Cordelia did stand back to let him fumble with the buttons on his own. She even lasted a whole button before her patience ran out. It never had been her strong suit.

"Okay, this is stupid," she said with great exasperation as he started to reach for the fourth button. She stepped froward and grabbed his shirt to finish the rest. "You're hurt, so just let me help already. I promise, you're no less manly, so suck it up."

[evilhandissue]

There was glaring. If he wasn't hurt, he probably wouldn't have minded so much, even laughed it off. But the fact he was hurt didn't let him fall into that mindset.

"It's not about being manly," He snapped, then sighed and just focused on a spot over her shoulder, his jaw grit. "I spent a year doing this kind of shit on my own, and very capable of it myself."

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She glared back, because old habits die hard.

"Fine, you're capable. But it's silly to fight with it if I'm standing right here and I can do it quicker."

She finished the last one, leaving the top button undone, and stepped back. "There. You should probably have some kind of sling so you don't move your arm too much, but I don't think I have anything that would work."

[evilhandissue]

He dropped her glare and looked towards his suitcase, mentally listing what he had in there and what could be used.

"My tie from Friday is still in there somewhere. Grab a tee shirt, and we can make that into the bottom of the sling, and use the tie as a strap."

Yes, he's done it before.

[queen_c_tm]

She opened the suitcase and got out the tie and shirt, then handed them over with a slight smirk.

"Here you go, MacGyver."

[evilhandissue]

Lindsey took them, recognizing the challenge. He sat down on the hood of the car, and worked to tie the bottom end of the shirt with the thin end of the tie. The then took the thick end, thread it through the arm holes and tied that end off.

Still one handed, he slung it around his neck with the arm holes near his chest, and then carefully lifted his arm into the makeshift sling.

Three minutes. He looked up at Cordelia with a triumphant smirk.

[queen_c_tm]

He looked so proud of himself, she had to laugh.

"Very impressive. You should probably see a doctor, though. I assume you have one at work that knows about your... condition?"

[evilhandissue]

"By the time I get there, it'll probably be healed far enough they won't be able to evaluate it, but I have to have it logged anyway so that it can at least be in the file with the other one."

[queen_c_tm]

"Well, hopefully they can figure out what's going on, before whoever is trying to kill you actually succeeds."

Which didn't sound quite right, what with him already being dead, but she figured he knew what she meant. She'd learned that no matter how dead a person was, there was always one way or another to make them even deader. And as uncomfortable as she was admitting it, even to herself, she would miss him if he was gone.