cold apple pie, pain meds and the doctor
Who: Alfred and Ivan
When: August 2nd, Nighttime
Where: Alfred/Matthew's apartment
What: Someone has to comfort Alfred after his incident with the Brazilian Sex Bomb and the Hot Male Nurse
Seriously, he couldn't even feel most of his face. The pain meds was making his mind utter mush and the icepack plastered to his face was only making things worse, small drops of water sliding off and onto his neck and down his back which would cause him to flinch. His shirt was soaked in the cold water and the neck clung to him so every time he moved the cotton would rub against him, cold and clammy. Even the anime he had plunked in on the TV wasn't making him feel any better (Spike's adventures with truckers in space could only distract him so much).
Laying on the couch, he had the tin of apple pie open and on his chest while staring at the ceiling, listening to the show and half-paying attention to the phone near his head. He should really call to check when Ivan was going to come over...
Instead, he took another bite of pie. This is what stoners must call the munchies... Or maybe I just really like pie...
When: August 2nd, Nighttime
Where: Alfred/Matthew's apartment
What: Someone has to comfort Alfred after his incident with the Brazilian Sex Bomb and the Hot Male Nurse
Seriously, he couldn't even feel most of his face. The pain meds was making his mind utter mush and the icepack plastered to his face was only making things worse, small drops of water sliding off and onto his neck and down his back which would cause him to flinch. His shirt was soaked in the cold water and the neck clung to him so every time he moved the cotton would rub against him, cold and clammy. Even the anime he had plunked in on the TV wasn't making him feel any better (Spike's adventures with truckers in space could only distract him so much).
Laying on the couch, he had the tin of apple pie open and on his chest while staring at the ceiling, listening to the show and half-paying attention to the phone near his head. He should really call to check when Ivan was going to come over...
Instead, he took another bite of pie. This is what stoners must call the munchies... Or maybe I just really like pie...