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wesleynotponcyA week after being checked into the hospital in Los Angeles, Wesley was free to go.
And as it turned out, Wesley was not really all that skilled at steering a wheelchair. Or... skilled at all, really. The process of transporting himself from the tip of the causeway all the way to the dorms involved quite a bit of bumping into things, a fair amount of swearing under his breath, and more than a little damage to the wheels of the damn thing.
It also took over an hour, what with the occasional (and then... less occasional) much-needed break to stop, breathe, and avoid straining the injury that was confining him to this stupid thing in the first place.
But. Eventually he made it. After, you know, swearing quite a bit to himself on the elevator ride up to the fifth floor, and bumping into quite a few walls and all of that.
It was safe to say that he he'd made more noise than intended, let's leave it at that.
[[door and post both open! and consider this your warning that if i forget to mention the chair in narrative for the next couple weeks, he is still in it, yup.]]
And as it turned out, Wesley was not really all that skilled at steering a wheelchair. Or... skilled at all, really. The process of transporting himself from the tip of the causeway all the way to the dorms involved quite a bit of bumping into things, a fair amount of swearing under his breath, and more than a little damage to the wheels of the damn thing.
It also took over an hour, what with the occasional (and then... less occasional) much-needed break to stop, breathe, and avoid straining the injury that was confining him to this stupid thing in the first place.
But. Eventually he made it. After, you know, swearing quite a bit to himself on the elevator ride up to the fifth floor, and bumping into quite a few walls and all of that.
It was safe to say that he he'd made more noise than intended, let's leave it at that.
[[door and post both open! and consider this your warning that if i forget to mention the chair in narrative for the next couple weeks, he is still in it, yup.]]
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Date: 2012-03-14 09:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-14 09:37 pm (UTC)"Er," Wesley said, shifting a bit. Or as much as he could without hurting himself, really. "A demon. Of sorts." Which was true, just... you know, less weird than the other thing. "My, ah, my colleague Charles took care of it."
'Him.' Details, really.
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Date: 2012-03-14 09:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-14 09:45 pm (UTC)Yes, because clearly she minded.
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Date: 2012-03-14 10:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-14 10:45 pm (UTC)Look, you spend a week in a hospital with a serious injury, you come back wanting to make out with your girlfriend. Give the guy a break.
"Though it's not as though I planned it," he added when he drew back.
Don't whine, Wes.
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Date: 2012-03-14 11:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-14 11:26 pm (UTC)...maybe he shouldn't have added that part.
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Date: 2012-03-15 03:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-15 04:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-15 05:44 pm (UTC)"What can I do to help?" she asked carefully, biting her lower lip. "I mean, when I was shot, I don't think it was this bad. Or else they just pumped me full of morphling so I don't remember it being as bad as this."
Door number two's the right one, there, Katniss.
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Date: 2012-03-15 05:52 pm (UTC)So cheesy, Wes.
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Date: 2012-03-15 06:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-15 06:41 pm (UTC)...thanks, Wes.
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Date: 2012-03-15 07:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-15 07:29 pm (UTC)"Well," Wesley tried, "zombies are, ah, a type of demon?"
Oh, Buffyverse.
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Date: 2012-03-15 07:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-15 08:01 pm (UTC)Because 'demon' sounded way less scary?