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[dingdongdoodily]

The news in L.A. was in an uproar. Media staples like ABC, CBS, NBC, and FOX, along with the cable standards all flocked to an offramp outside of San Andreas. out of one of the vans stepped a comely young woman with a wind-swept, perfectly moussed hairstyle and a pressed formal business skirt-and-jacket over her smart turtleneck shirt. She directed

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[cheevy]

Miniver grins then, settling in an awkward half-sprawl leaning over the bed next to Pickles while perched on the edge of the chair.

"Who said I had anything to do with it?" he asks, though it's obvious he did. "And no. I haven't. He told me about the motorcycle accident a long time ago, though. It's just... I didn't know it'd be so soon and fucking hell you look like crap and..." The thought of losing him, even knowing it won't happen, makes him shudder. "Don't worry, I'll take care of everything. Whatever you need, okay?"

[dingdongdoodily]

There was a small wince at having to adjust to accommodate Miniver on the bed, but other than that, Pickles was happy. Content. "Babe, nobody but you woulda done that fer me." He ran a hand through Miniver's hair, sighing softly. "I may look like crap and feel like crap, but I'm glad yer here. Soon as we can go home, we're gunna, alright?" He shrugged, "I'll be able to use crutches, fuck 'em if they say I gotta use a wheelchair, I ain't a cripple."

His voice dipped then, to a near whisper, "And I ain't gunna let you worry yerself too bad, I'll take it easy. Promise." He circled his thumb firmly over Miniver's shoulderblade. "I got what I want right now, that's all I wanted."

[cheevy]

Miniver nods, smiling. "They say you're gonna be in here a few days, or what? If that's so, um... I should probably call someone to take care of the kidcritters. Though I should go back and grab some stuff anyway, so I'll walk Kate and feed the others. Bet there's someone in the bar I can leave Dart with, he's harder to look after and likes to play tricks and be moody with people he doesn't know. Bet Kate and Axl could be left there, too, 'specially if I can give 'em to Toki and have old-you watch 'em. I gotta call my boss and tell her what's going on. She said I could take time off if you need me, it's early in the production still and they got other people who can do basic lighting and they'll work on something else until I can come back and block with the right lights. So um. Hey, I could bring you some books and stuff. Unless they wanna knock you out for a week or something."

Adrenaline makes him babble. And shake a little.

[dingdongdoodily]

He rolled his eyes, "You think I'd let 'em?" He hated hospitals. A lot.

A whole damn lot.

"I'll be outta here by tomorrow mornin', and sue 'em if they don't lemme go home. I hate how sterile this place is. Reminds me of rehab."

[cheevy]

"Oh. Good. Me too. I mean... it's freaky in here and it smells weird. Kate should be okay overnight, right? I mean... it'll be a good twelve hours or so, maybe I should call someone and ask 'em to walk her. Or not. Shit."

He closes his eyes and reminds himself to breathe again.

"Hey Sean? I love you."

It's sort of like a mantra. Just saying it centers him.