Mouse (to Eep): Hey there, handsome, how you feeling today? You had me a little concerned last night.
Eep (to Mouse): Hey pretty lady. Doing better today. Sorry about that. I wasn't trying to worry you.
Mouse (to Eep): What got you so twitchy? Was it just the bandage changing or was there something else?
Eep (to Mouse): Just the stitches, mostly. It kinda caught me off guard how much it bothered me seeing you hurt. I'm a wuss when it comes to other people's pain, I guess.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, a two inch gash with stitches will do that to you. I'm sorry, I won't ask you to change it again. Besides, I'd rather see you for more than a few minutes & if it means changing the stupid thing myself, I can deal. :-)
Eep (to Mouse): No. No. I'm prepped for it now. It just kinda caught me off guard is all. I don't want you to have to try and fuck w/ it alone. Mostly... Jesus. I hate saying this because it makes me sound fucking nuts. But, mostly, seeing the stitches made me twitchy. Between seeing stitches and watching that stupid movie a while ago... I dunno. Just made me moody.
Mouse (to Eep): I don't think you sound fucking nuts... just a little nuts. :-P
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Well, a little nuts is OK I guess.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, I understand. I don't even know if I want to tell you the crazy ideas that were going through my head when I got hurt...
Eep (to Mouse): Like what?
Mouse (to Eep): Oh god, it's going to sound weird... but, after I hurt myself & when I thought I saw Greg in the hospital. I thought about the damn present he sent us & was wondering if this was what he meant by "emergency", that something was wrong. That it was more serious then it ended up being. After the stitches were done & it wasn't so bad... I figured I was just in shock. I'm an idiot.
Eep (to Mouse): You're not an idiot. You're so not an idiot. I mean... I kept thinking the same thing. The whole time we were sitting in that waiting room, even though I knew you were OK and Vincent kept telling me you were OK... I dunno. I kept thinking about that card, and about last time I had to sit in a hospital waiting room waiting for my mom. Fuck. At least we're BOTH idiots.
Mouse (to Eep): I swear, the next time I see that skeletal bastard, he & I are going to have a long talk about this... he's got us both jumpy.
Eep (to Mouse): Honestly, I think you in the hospital would be enough to make m jumpy even without Greg. Course, he didn't really help matters.
Mouse (to Eep): Yeah, well I don't like the idea that any time something serious happens I'm going to be wondering if this is what he meant.
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. It took a long while when Greg started visiting me to convince myself I wasn't going nuts. I was actually really glad I had Vincent there with me.
Mouse (to Eep): I don't think any of us have fond memories about hospitals... and I'm sure he was glad you were there with him, too.
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. ERs generally aren't the happiest places to be. God, waiting in one alone is... Well. I'm glad I didn't have to this time.
Mouse (to Eep): Did you ever ask Greg why he decided to visit you?
Eep (to Mouse): Uh, no, actually. I guess I never really thought too hard about it. Mostly because I was afraid the answer was gonna be "There is no Greg. You're just nuts." Heh.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh yeah, I could see how that might make you not want to ask. Well, so far I have been in the hospital on three separate occasions & I'd like to make this the last time.
Eep (to Mouse): What were the other 2 times for?
Mouse (to Eep): Well, not actually the same hospital, but the car accident with Izzy & bringing Vincent to get his wrist set when I first met him.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh God, yeah. Of course. I shoulda figured that out. Christ. I'm sorry. I don't think before I fucking open my mouth sometimes. Man, you had to take Vincent to the hospital when you first met him? Jesus! That's an introduction and a half.
Mouse (to Eep): Yeah, you're telling me... I was worried that his arm wasn't going to heal properly & after an hour of begging, he finally agreed to go, but he was absolutely terrified they were going to send him home, so I told them he was my brother & I was his guardian. And, I haven't been able to get rid of the little nitwit ever since. :-)
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Not that I think you'd want to. You guys are lucky to have each other.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, now you've got us too... in case you haven't figured that out yet.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Yeah. I kinda suspected. I'm lucky too… ANYWAY. Enough of me being a fucking sap. Do you & Delia need dinner? I'm making gnocchi & there's always a shit ton.
Mouse (to Eep): I absolutely love gnocchi... I'm happy to come over & eat food with you.
Eep (to Mouse): It'll be done in about 15 min or so. See you then?
Mouse (to Eep): Sure thing, handsome.
Two hours later:
Delia (to Eep): thank you for dinner. It was amazing!
Eep (to Delia): No problem. Any Argentinian worth his weight knows how to make gnocchi.
Mouse (to Eep): Thank you for dinner, it was delicious! Sorry I ducked out, I was getting tired of the innuendos about my injury from Robert.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh God. Sorry. Yeah, he's... I dunno. He just loves to chap my ass.
Mouse (to Eep): Yeah, he does... But he was getting me by proxy.
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. I know. Honestly, I think that's part of it. He likes you, so he's gonna tease the shit out of you. Feel free to give him an earful in return.
Mouse (to Eep): That's good to know. I was trying to be polite, but next time the gloves are off. :-)
Eep (to Mouse): Oh God. Yeah. There's no being polite with Robert. I think he was hoping you'd fight back, actually.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, I'm not feeling all that feisty at the moment, maybe when my hand is better or I could take the other half on this pill…
Eep (to Mouse): Or you could just do what I do and ignore him, but that doesn't seem to work so well for me.
Mouse (to Eep): Or I could hit him with my shoe? :-)
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Or a hammer. It'll take less effort.
Mouse (to Eep): Yeah, but it wouldn't be as satisfying. I'm messing around in the studio. Let me know if it's too loud for you guys.
Eep (to Mouse): Will do. Oh, uh, I just asked Robert to lay off you next time you're over. I'm sorry about that. I'm used to him, but you're not. I shoulda thought of that and said something before.
Mouse (to Eep): It's okay... normally I wouldn't give a crap. I lived with Vincent after all. I'm just not as quick on my feet at the moment.
Eep (to Mouse): No. It's not. I shouldn't let him tease you like that. Not that I think you need me to stick up for you or anything! Cause I know you don't. I just, uh... Well, he's my roommate...
Mouse (to Eep): Well, thank you for defending my honor... I'm not feeling so hot.
Eep (to Mouse): Are you OK?
Mouse (to Eep): Yeah, just suddenly felt light-headed... I think I overdid it a bit in the studio. I'm going to sit down. Sorry, what were we talking about?
Eep (to Mouse): Are you sure you're OK?
Mouse (to Eep): If I said yes... would you believe me?
Eep (to Mouse): No.
Mouse (to Eep): Ummm... I think I'm okay. Nothing major, I just tried to use my hand by accident & it made me want to pass out.
Eep (to Mouse): Christ! Are you sure you're OK? You didn't pull any stitches or anything, did you?
Mouse (to Eep): There doesn't appear to be any blood... and I don't really want to look, I just started to feel okay.
Eep (to Mouse): Well if it hurt that badly, it should be checked. I can do it for you.
Mouse (to Eep): No, I'll do it. I don't need both of us being queasy. One of us needs to be steady, if I have pulled stitches out.
Eep (to Mouse): Or you could just let me do it so that you don't faint. I have more experience with this kinda shit, after all. I'll be fine.
Mouse (to Eep): Ok... I'm in my studio sitting on the floor.
An hour later:
Eep (to Vincent): Hey can you run Mouse to the doctor tomorrow? Her stitches look a little irritated.
Vincent (to Eep & Mouse): Of course! R u ok, sister o' mine?
Mouse (to Vincent): I think I'm fine... but Eep seems to disagree.
Eep (to Mouse & Vincent): Damn straight I do. Your stitches look infected. No harm in checking. If I'm wrong, I'll cook you both dinner.
Mouse (to Eep): Is that why I feel a little warm?
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. And why you feel dizzy. And nauseous.
Vincent (to Eep & Mouse): I hate to betray family alliance, darling, but I agree w/ ur beau. I'll pick u up 2morrow bright & early.
Mouse (to Vincent & Eep): Ok... I'm not going to argue with you both. Please don't be mad at me. I think I'm going to go lay down.
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. That's gonna be the best thing for you right now. Um, gimme a call or text me when you get done at the Dr's, ok? Please?
Mouse (to Eep): Yes, of course I will. Ok, I'm going to go to sleep now. I love you, Felix. :-)
Eep (to Mouse): OK. Good. Thanks. And I'm not mad. Just worried. Get some sleep, Killer… Told you that you were gonna regret that. You'll be fine. It'll be OK. Get some rest. Love you. :)
Vincent (to Eep): Um, hey... How bad do Mouse's stitches look? U don't think it's serious do u?
Eep (to Vincent): They look swollen and a little irritated, but not too bad. It'll be OK.
Vincent (to Eep): I thought so. Just wanted 2 make sure. TY, sexy. I'll let u know what's going on 2morrow.
Eep (to Vincent): Thanks. Talk to you then.
