I woke up in a bed with a cute blonde cheerleader type passed out on my chest. So, understandably, it took me a moment to realize that this scene wasn't occuring in the usual room.
Unlike me, Stacy's a light sleeper. To this day I've never managed to sneak out of bed without waking her up, and that occaision was no exception. "Mmm? 's too early..." she mumbled, then paused and jerked upright. "You're awake!"
"Yeah. How long...?"
SMACK!
Ow.
"Don't you ever do that again, you crazy bitch! You almost died!" Hmm. Slapping. Tears. Yelling and profanity. Desperate embrace.
...damn. She was really worried, wasn't she? I leaned up off the bed and wrapped the arm that didn't have an IV in it around her. "But I didn't," I said, as reassuringly as I could, and never mind that I hadn't done anything to cause this in the first place. Once she'd calmed down enough to've listened she'd also've figured that out for herself.
"Am I interrupting something?" asked the redhead in the doorway.
I raised my head a little from Stacy's shoulder and glared at the girl. "Yes," I said, infusing the word with the strongest undertone of 'fuck off and go away' that I could manage.
She laughed and waltzed in anyway.
Bah. I never was very good at being intimidating.
Mrrrg. Scene's not coming. Bleh. I'll just put this up for now. Come back later.
Ja, -n
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