Poppy (to Vincent): How are you holding up, honey? Is your sister doing okay?
Vincent (to Poppy): We don't know just yet. We only got in 2 see the Dr abt an hr ago. His office was bustling! They took some blood wrk 2 check her white blood cell cnt. We shld have the answer soon. I hope.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh gosh, honey, that sounds atrocious.
Vincent (to Poppy): I'm putting on a brave face 4 Mouse, but she looked peaked this morn. I'm more than a bit anxious.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh, honey, do you want some company? You haven't told Mister Grump about this, have you?
Vincent (to Poppy): Not yet. I thought it best not 2 worry him til I have something 2 report. And TY 4 offering 2 wait w/ me. I'm fine. Just nervous. Medical offices/hospitals have that effect. I've seen enough Drs' offices 2 last a lifetime. Esp lately. LOL
Poppy (to Vincent): Understandable, honey. If you need anything let me know.
Vincent (to Poppy): I will, dearest. TY 4 thinking of me. :-}
Eep (to Vincent & Mouse): Hey, Potters. Any news yet?
Vincent (to Eep): Nothing 2 report yet. We're waiting on results frm the blood work.
An hour later:
Mouse (to Eep & Vincent): It looks like they need to take out the stitches... the Doctor is acting a bit odd.
Eep (to Mouse): Odd how?
Mouse (to Eep & Vincent): Well, the bloodwork came back fine & he seems to think that I'm a medical anomaly. He said that my hand seems to healed much quicker than usual & that would account for the fever, nausea, etc... And the loopiness from the pain meds. He said my body is already rejecting the stitches. He wants to run some more tests, though, to be sure.
Eep (to Mouse): So, you're fine, but you're a medical freak. Well... that's, uh, good?
Mouse (to Eep): Yeah, I'm not sure how I feel about this... but, if that means, I get the stitches out, then hurrah.
Vincent (to Mouse): Well, I always knew u were a special case, sister dearest. I'm quite relieved 2 know ur OK, tho.
Mouse (to Vincent): Yeah, I'm sorry to have worried you...
Vincent (to Mouse): You're no trouble, sweetie. Well, you ARE, but not trouble I mind. ;-}
Eep (to Mouse): Think it's because of Greg?
Mouse (to Eep): Kinda… but, I haven't spoken to him recently... so, I can't be sure.
Eep (to Mouse): Huh. There are worse fates, I guess. And I'm glad you're ok. I was worried. Man. All the interactions I've had with skull head, and I never got any Wolverine powers. I feel gypped.
Mouse (to Eep): I never felt like I had wolverine powers before... I mean I've been sick & had hangovers... The doctor just said that it was pretty unusual to need the stitches from a hand injury to me removed after only a week. He said it usually takes two, and some people tend to require a little longer. For super powers, that's not so impressive. :-P
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. You're right. Next time ask him for something more impressive. I know. I know. Leave the comedy to the bears.
Mouse (to Eep): Are bears funny?
Eep (to Mouse): Sorry. I was, uh, quoting the Muppets. Ahem. Yeah. I'll just stick to scowling and stop trying to be funny now.
Mouse (to Eep): heehee, I knew you were, I was just teasing you. It's cute when you're trying to be funny.
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. Yeah.
A couple hours later:
Mouse (to Vincent): Thanks for bringing me to the doctors.
Vincent (to Mouse): It was no trouble, sweet. I'm glad ur feeling back up 2 snuff. I'm sure the rest of Drac's Daughter will echo the sentiment. Satanica. Oh heavens, SATANICA. Ingrid has been in rare form.
Mouse (to Vincent): Well, I still have to take it easy with my hand, but I'll be back at work to rescue you all from Ingrid's nasty clutches.
Vincent (to Mouse): PLS DO. Tho I have 2 admit, I'll miss seeing Delia smack her w/ that rolled up magazine. Delia wls smack her & scold, "Bad DJ! BAD!" She wld get this look like a fish caught out of water every time.
Mouse (to Vincent): Oh god, I would have loved to see that. The only thing I got to see on the webcam was Eep awkwardly avoiding her.
Vincent (to Mouse): I knew u wld, so I took pics. Who loves his older sister? ;-} She WAS being rather aggressive w/ poor Eep that nite. She prolly had some elaborate scheme 2 seduce him 2 get back @ u. Ick. & u had a web cam set up? I didn't know that. I'd have given u something worth watching!
Mouse (to Vincent): Oh, little brother, I love you so much. :-D
Vincent (to Mouse): We r well matched in villainy.
Mouse (to Vincent): I can just imagine what she was trying to do with him and I'm glad you didn't know, otherwise it would have been nothing but you shaking your ass at the camera for four hours. :-P
Vincent (to Mouse): U have2 admit, it wld have been a show worth watching. ;-} The mind boggles & the stomach churns. I wld've thought she was done messing w/ Eep after the reaming Sasha gave her last time.
Mouse (to Vincent): Yeah, but she knew Sasha was in a bind with me being out, so she was, of course, going to give it a shot.
Vincent (to Mouse): That opportunistic dragon woman! She gives perverts everywhere a bad name. Ick, ick, ick. She has it on 4 u. It's not ur fault that ur younger, more attractive & more talented than her.
An hour later:
Mouse (to Eep, Delia & Vincent): So, I made you all cookies... to say thank you for putting up with me.
Vincent (to Mouse): Ooo! Cookies! It WAS a trial, but cookies will go a long way towards dressing my wounds. ;-}
Delia (to Mouse): heh. No problem! I'm just glad I was around to help!
Eep (to Mouse): Oh hey. You didn't have to do that.
Mouse (to Eep): Yeah, I did. After the stuff with the utensils, strange ramblings, bandage changing, etc. I figured it was the least I could do.
Eep (to Mouse): It really wasn't any trouble! I wish you didn't think taking care of you was. I mean, I love you. Of course I was gonna try to help. And with all the random shit you've had to put up with me.. Shit. This is one of those moments I should shut my big fucking mouth and say thank you, isn't it? Sorry.
Mouse (to Eep): You're welcome. :-D
A few hours later:
Eep (to Mouse): The cookies were delicious, by the way. Um. Thanks.
Mouse (to Eep): I'm glad you liked them. Are you working tonight?
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. Working the door. But it's dead so I'll probably head home soon.
Mouse (to Eep): Yeah, January slows down a little during the week.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Yeah. So I noticed. How are feeling now that you're drug and stitches free?
Mouse (to Eep): Feeling better, I don't feel as brain addled & my hand is kinda itchy. But, I think I can deal with that. How are you doing?
Eep (to Mouse): Um... Heh. Really relieved that you're OK at the moment. You looked kinda rough last night.
Mouse (to Eep): I felt a bit rough last night, truthfully. Thank you for making me go to the doctor this morning.
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. I feel kinda like an overbearing jerk, but I was scared.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, I apparently sometimes need someone to be an overbearing jerk... and you weren't actually that bad.
Eep (to Mouse): God. Well that's good to know at least.
Mouse (to Eep): I'm sorry I scared you.
Eep (to Mouse): Nah. It's OK. You didn't do it on purpose. I, uh, I can kinda be a, um... well, Robert calls me Mami Hen. Cause he's a jerk. I, uh, get kinda protective,I guess. Over people I like that is. Love in your case, I mean.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, I appreciate it.
Eep (to Mouse): I didn't do that much. But, I'm glad you appreciate it, rather than running screaming in the opposite direction.
Mouse (to Eep): Does that happen often?
Eep (to Mouse): Yes. All the time. Women's complete revulsion to me is the only thing keeping me from being a ladies' man.
Mouse (to Eep): I find it very hard to believe that women are repulsed by you... I'm just impressed that you manage to take all of this weird stuff in stride & don't seem to be freaking out.
Eep (to Mouse): Your weird stuff or mine?
Mouse (to Eep): I was referring to my weird stuff, but you do have some weird stuff, too... can it just be "our weird stuff"?
Eep (to Mouse): Wow. Have we reached the point in the relationship where we consolidate our weird stuff?
Mouse (to Eep): I don't know... is that too much like an actual commitment? Is it too soon?
Eep (to Mouse): I was only kidding. Just kidding. I, uh, I don't know how serious a "combine our weird shit" level of commitment is. Oh God. I'm an idiot. Why did I think that was a real thing? Um, off topic, but you know, nothing that's happened with you has been anything that would make me reconsider being with you.
Mouse (to Eep): Really? Well, that's good because I feel the same way about you. I was just thinking about the fact that I feel like we've been together forever, in a good way, & it's only been a couple months.
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. I know. It's ...it's been a hell of a couple of months, hasn't it? In a good way, I mean.
Mouse (to Eep): Yes, it has... And honestly, I wouldn't have changed any of it, good or bad.
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. I don't think I would have either. Well, actually, I would have probably not put my foot in my mouth quite so many times. If I had a choice that is.
Mouse (to Eep): But, that's one of the many things I love about you...
Eep (to Mouse): You... You what? Heh. Thank God for small miracles, I guess.
Mouse (to Eep): Now all this smushy stuff has made me want a kiss...
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Heh. Um, I think I can arrange a kiss. Meet you on the front porch?
Mouse (to Eep): Sounds perfect.
Eep (to Mouse): I'll be sure to say something stupid to complete the romantic atmosphere.
Mouse (to Eep): Shut up & kiss me.
