Hee! Thanks so much for the reviews!
Muwahaha. :devil:
And I swears it, there's RT Gang in this one (albeit further down)
I'm just gettin' started with them, heh.
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Hospital cafeteria
Katie: *globs yogurt onto plate* I managed to hitch a ride after I couldn't get a hold of you and Anni. Where is she anyway?
Speed: Here. She had her surgery yesterday morning.
Katie: Really? I thought she'd wait a little longer before she had doctor's diggin' around in her brain. *globs more yogurt* Anyway, like I was sayin', I hitched all the way here and I have to tell ya, it was harder than I thought. Did you know that if you hold your thumb the wrong way, people don't stop?
Speed: No.
Katie: *slopping yogurt onto plate* I learned the hard way. Stood in the rain for what seemed like forever. I think it was something like 15 minutes.
Speed: *grabs Katie's spoon* You have enough yogurt.
Katie: *looks down at plate* Oh. *walks over to table, sits*
Speed: *walks over, sits*
Katie: Why are you following me?
Speed: I'm not following you.
Katie: You're sitting with me.
Speed: We're the only people here.
Katie: You couldn't find another table?
Speed: I didn't realize I wasn't allowed to sit at the cool kid table.
Katie: *smiles* You think I'm cool?
Speed: *frowns* Eat your yogurt.
Katie: *shoves yogurt into mouth* So did you miss me?
Speed: Not particularily.
Katie: You never even thought about me?
Speed: *shrugs* No, not really.
Katie: *narrows eyes* Liar.
Speed: My mind was occupied most of the time.
Katie: That's rare.
Speed: Cute.
Katie: *smiles*
Speed: *drinks soda*
Katie: I'm pregnant.
Speed: *chokes on soda*
Katie: *laughs* HA! Just kidding!
Speed: *wipes face* That's not funny.
Katie: I found it very funny.
Speed: You finished getting it all out of your system now?
Katie: Not yet, I'm sure the rest'll come out. But if I can be serious for a second-
Speed: Impossible.
Katie: Ha. Ha. Anyway, I really appreciated the little stuffed cow Anni sent along. That was sweet of her. There were quite a few nights that were...rough and it helped to know my friends were thinking of me. I swear, there were times I thought I wouldn't live to see the next morning.
Speed: That bad, huh.
Katie: It sure wasn't the home I remembered.
Speed: *nods* Well I'm going to go check on Lori. *stands* Welcome home.
Katie: Thanks.
Speed: *walks away*
Katie: *sigh*
Hospital room, bathroom
Lori: *hanging onto sink, groans* Oh morphine, you don't work and you suck ass.
Speed: *walks in* What the hell are you doing out of bed?
Lori: Nature called.
Speed: Um, bedpan.
Lori: *laughs* I don't do bedpans. *leans forward* Ugh.
Speed: You just had a bullet rip through you and you lost 15% of your blood, walking around isn't a good idea.
Lori: Doctors only say that so they don't get shit on if their patient gets out of bed and accidentally falls over and dies or something.
Speed: Actually, I think most of them would tell you that you had a serious injury and you could make it worse without some bed rest first.
Lori: I was resting in surgery.
Speed: You died in surgery.
Lori: *shrugs* Tomato, tom
ato.
Speed: *grabs Lori's arm* Get back in bed.
Lori: *pulls arm away* I'll do it myself. *steps forward* AH! *falls to knees*
Speed: *kneels, grabs Lori*
Lori: *grabs onto Speed* Oh
Jesus. If I hadn't already been a drug user, I'd say morphine was a placebo.
Speed: That's precisely why they didn't give you more than you required.
Lori: Well let me tell you, I
require more than they're giving me. *screams, holds side*
Speed: You need to stand up.
Lori: I need you to shut the hell up.
Speed: *wraps arm around Lori, drags her up*
Lori: UGH! SON-OF-A-BITCH! Seriously, tell them I need more morphine.
Speed: It hurts because you're out of bed. When you get back into bed where you're supposed to be, you'll start to feel a little better.
Lori: I don't want to feel a little better, I want to feel nothing. You know what nothing feels like? Certainly doesn't feel like pain.
Speed: I already told you they aren't giving you a higher dose.
Lori: Why! I'm not an addict anymore!
Speed: Well screaming to them for more drugs isn't going to change their minds any faster.
Lori: I'm only screaming because it ACTUALLY HURTS!
Speed: Lori, you need to calm down.
Lori: I'll calm down when it stops hurting! And who the HELL shot me! I'm going to kill them!
Speed: No you're not. You're going to get into bed.
Near bed
Lori: *leans over bed*
Speed: Come on Lori, I can't lift you up onto it too.
Lori: Just give me a second! *leans elbow on bed, covers forehead*
Speed: *places hand on Lori's back*
Lori: *exhales* Okay. *climbs into bed, winces*
Speed: You got it?
Lori: *rolls onto back* Yeah, I think so.
1 hour later
Katie: I'm just trying to help.
Lori: I don't need your god damned yogurt! *throws plate at wall*
Katie: Calm down!
Lori: DON'T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN, MOTHER! *shoves food try*
Speed: *dodges sideways*
Lori: SOMEONE GET ME SOME FUCKING PAIN KILLERS!
Katie: *steps closer* Why don't we try a breathing technique. It used to help me when I had cramps.
Lori: Oh. Well geez, I think that might just do the trick. Were your cramps LIKE A THOUSAND KNIVES STABBING YOU IN THE GUT OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN AND THEN TWISTING IT FOR GOOD MEASURE UNTIL YOU CAN BARELY BREATHE!
Speed: If you're screaming this much, you can breathe just fine.
Lori: I HOPE YOU BURN IN HELL!
Speed: Do you kiss your husband with that mouth?
Lori: *screams*
Katie: Maybe we
should get a doctor to look at her or something. She seems to be hurting pretty badly.
Speed: She's exaggerating and the doctors will see right through it.
Lori: *slams fist into Katie's face*
Katie: AGH! *falls against wall, holds face*
Speed: *lifts brows*
Katie: Tim...get a doctor before I strangle her.
Speed: Right. *walks away*
Katie: *rubs face* How come you didn't hit your father?
Lori: Ugh, you were closer. *leans over bed*
Katie: What are you doing?
Lori: *vomits*
Katie: Gross.
Lori: *coughs*
Doctor: *walks in, holding chart* And how are we this evening?
Lori: *looks over* Is that supposed to be a joke?
Speed: *walks in*
Doctor: Why don't you lie back for me Lori and I'll take a look at you.
Lori: *lies on bed*
Doctor: *presses on Lori's side*
Lori: *screams*
Doctor: Mhm.
Lori: Thanks! If I wanted MORE pain, I could have done that too!
Doctor: *presses further over*
Lori: DO NO HARM! DO NO HARM!
Doctor: Were you out of bed at any point?
Lori: Yeah, I had to pee and I wasn't going to do it in a dixie cup thank you very much. Unlike you men, we don't have the external plumbing necessary to aim with precision. Not like men are precise anyway but the point still st-OW!
Doctor: You're really in no condition to be walking around. You could hemorrage internally and die.
Lori: Big change from the rest of my evening.
Doctor: When was the last time you used drugs?
Lori: 4 weeks ago.
Doctor: *writes on chart* And that drug was what?
Lori: Heroin.
Katie: Excuse me? When the hell did this happen?
Lori: It's a long story.
Katie: I want to hear it.
Lori: Look, I'm not in the mood. Dad can tell you everything.
Doctor: Well I'm going to keep you on the same dose as before. If you stay in bed, you should be ready to go in less than a week.
Lori: Let me get this straight. You came in here and prodded me just to tell me I'm keeping the same dose. Are you kidding me? I'M NOT A DRUG ADDICT!
Doctor: You just confessed to using heroin.
Lori: I'M NOT USING HEROIN! I did it once, puked my guts out and haven't touched it since! And it wasn't even voluntary! So, go get me a doctor who isn't a complete retard!
Doctor: Is she always this belligerent?
Speed: Surprisingly, no.
Doctor: And she really hasn't used heroin since the last time?
Speed: Hey, she actually told you about it. That's probably the most honest she's ever been with a doctor.
Doctor: *nods* Okay, I'll up her dose.
Lori: Just like that?
Doctor: I'm saving my colleagues the agony of having to deal with you.
Lori: Huh.
Doctor: *pulls out small bottle* This for now and later we'll get a drip going with the changed dosage.
15 minutes later
Scott: *walks in, holding Steph* Hey did I miss anything?
Speed: Only all the fun.
Lori: *smiling* Scott. You pretty,
pretty man. And Stephanie. My pretty,
pretty baby.
Scott: *lifts brow*
Speed: Morphine.
Scott: I see.
Lori: You guys...are all
right. *looks at Speed* Daddy, com'ere.
Speed: *steps closer* What.
Lori: You're like, THE coolest dad EVER. I really mean that from the bottom of my IV.
Speed: I bet.
Lori: And I'm sorry I called ya a son-of-a-bitch. Your momma's actually really cool. She's friends with Scott's momma. Now
she is a bitch. Oops, I guess I shouldn't say bad words around my little one here, should I? *looks at Steph* MOMMY LOVES YOU!
Steph starts to cry
Lori: No no! It's okay! Don't cry! Scott, why's she crying!
Scott: Maybe she's not used to you being so...high.
Lori: STEPHIE! MOMMY'S OKAY! Give her here I wanna hold her.
Scott: It's okay, I got her.
Lori: GIVE ME MY BABY!
Scott: Okay. *hands over Steph*
Speed: *shakes head*
Lori: *wraps arm around Steph* See? Mommy's fine.
Steph grabs Lori's face
Lori: *smiles*
Steph smiles
Lori: Oh you're SO cute. *touches Steph's nose* Boop!
Steph giggles
Lori: HEE! *touches Steph's nose* Boop!
Steph giggles
Lori: AW you're ADORABLE! *pokes Steph's belly* Beep!
Steph giggles louder
Lori: *smiling* RAWWW! *tickles Steph*
Steph continues giggling, flails
Scott: *smiles*
Katie: *walks in, stops* ...Lori's actually playing with a baby?
Speed: I know, it's eerie.
Katie: How much drugs did they give her?
Speed: Enough to make Lori love children.
Katie: Whoaaaaa. That must have been a LOT.
Downtown Miami, carwash, 9am
Heather: Up and down and all around! *claps* Chop chop! Clean that Hummerhome!
Ryan: *turns around, lowers hose* Are you finished?
Heather: You missed a spot.
Ryan: That's because I'm not done. Why don't you stop chanting and help me out. H wants this done in an hour.
Heather: *looks at watch* We've already been here an hour.
Ryan: Exactly. *hands over hose*
Heather: Just lemme get around ya to the back here. *squishes past*
Ryan: Oof. *slams against Hummerhome*
Heather: Boy they sure don't put a lot of room in here, do they?
Ryan: I'm surprised they had a carwash big enough.
Heather: YOU SAID CARWASH! *punches Ryan*
Ryan: OW! What was that for!
Heather: Calleigh told me this. Everytime you say carwash, I have to punch you.
Ryan: What do you have to say for me to punch
you?
Heather: Very funny.
Lora: *rolls out from underneath Hummerhome* Ick, there's so much dust and poop and garbage under here.
Ryan: ...Wait, you came with us?
Lora: Who else did you think was riding under the Hummerhome?
Ryan: Gremlins.
Lora: *frowns*
Heather: Hey Ryan.
Ryan: Yeah? *turns around*
Water is sprayed in Ryan's face
Ryan: AGH! *covers face*
Heather: HEHE!
Ryan: ICK! Heather, that's not even real water! You're not supposed to drink it!
Heather: It looks like real water to me.
Ryan: There's chemicals in it!
Heather: So? You work with decomposing bodies all day, what's a few dabs of carwash water?
Ryan: *grabs hose*
Heather: NO! MINE!
Ryan: GIVE IT!
Heather: GAH!
Ryan: *kicks Heather's shin*
Heather: OWIE! *grabs Ryan's hair*
Ryan: GET OFF!
Lora: *opens Hummerhome door, gets in*
Inside Hummerhome
Lora: The 'Terrible Two' out there won't be getting this done anytime soon.
Calleigh: Thought so.
Lora: How come we always start out mature but then our IQ points drop whenever more than one of us are in the same room?
Calleigh: I don't know, mob mentality?
Delko: Hey Calleigh! Come in here, you have to see this!
Calleigh: *walks away*
Bathroom
Delko: *pulls long red hair out of shower*
Calleigh: ...Ew. Eric, I told you not to do that anymore.
Delko: *laughs* H is losing his hair.
Calleigh: Everyone loses hair.
Delko: Yeah but imagine a balding Horatio Caine. I think his arrest rate will go down significantly.
Calleigh: Not if his shiny head blinds the suspects.
Delko: See? That's the spirit.
Calleigh: *smiles*
Ryan: *runs in* GET AWAY FROM ME!
Heather: *points hose* Prepare to die, Ryan Wolfe.
Ryan: Kill someone else! Kill someone else! *grabs Lora* TAKE HER!
Lora: HEY!
Heather: *pulls trigger*
Water flies everywhere
Ryan: AH! I'M STILL GETTING HIT!
Calleigh: *walks out* What's goin' on?
Heather: MUWAHAHA!
Calleigh: Heather! Water stays on the outside of the vehicle!
Delko: Huh. I'm actually not the one involved with the stupidity. *smiles* I feel kind of smart now.
Lora: Must be a fluke.
Delko: *smile fades*
Water spits, fizzles out
Heather: Aw no, I ran out of time.
Ryan: Serves you right.
Heather: No problem, I'll just go put in more quarters! *runs*
Ryan: NO! *runs*
Calleigh: Sometimes I think Horatio should do the important things on his own.
Delko: I doubt he sent us out here to do something important. I think he sent us here to get us out of his remaining hair.
Outside, carwash, 1 hour later
Lora: *wiping Hummerhome*
Calleigh: You okay there Ryan?
Ryan: *pulls corner of jeans down* I have a welt on my ass, guys.
Heather: You sure it's not some kind of STD?
Ryan: *frowns*
Lora: What's the point in cleaning the Hummerhome if it's just going to get dirty in like 10 seconds?
Heather: That kind of reminds me of Eric's brain.
Delko: Ha ha. You guys are so funny with your bad jokes.
Heather: It is considered a joke if it's true?
Ryan: *rubs butt* This is going to be red for a week.
Lora: Hey Ryan, you might want to hide your southern border, it looks like you pissed yourself.
Ryan: *looks down*
Cars pass by, honking
Ryan: *sigh*
TBC...............................
