On her first day of her bedrest, Shepard found herself enthralled amongst vast amounts of intergalactic soap operas available to her.
Her eyes glued to the vid screen during her recovery of her slightly crushed leg from the Mako. The pain, however, went unnoticed with morphine pumping through her system as she marveled at the illuminating hanar.
Garrus, with his own scraps and bruises from the crash, had lost interest within the first five minutes.
"So how long-" Garrus started during an intense fight between the two leads.
Shepard interrupted him by draping herself over him and lightly placing her hands over his mouth with a giggle.
"Shhhh, they're just about to reveal Xylon's soul name. I'm thinking it's Radiate Asshole of the Backstabbers."
"How much longer did you think you're going to keep this up?" He mumbled underneath her hands, continuing with his question.
"You know I heard Blasto makes a special appearance in an upcoming episode," she said with a smile and wiggle of her eyebrows.
Garrus laughed and gave in to her convincing argument. "Alright, fine, I have to see this."
After giving him a light peck on his brow, Shepard slumped back into bed with her attention back to the glows and colors that danced upon the screen.
