So… Hey there! It's me again… Just back with another chapter for you guys…
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"Hey, Bozer! How's our boy doing?" Jack pressed the phone between his ear and his shoulder. He was busy placing edible treats into his shopping cart.
"Not too good, man…" Bozer sighed. "He's hurting, he's grumpy… Downright miserable…"
"He gets that way, you know…"
"Mhmm…"
"But seriously, how bad is he?"
Bozer used a few seconds to evaluate Mac's state.
"Imagine a hyperactive puppy, chained to a couch and with a cast on one of its legs…"
"Is he in a cast?"
"No… A brace…" Bozer cleared, "Makes him look pretty helpless…"
"Too bad he can't MacGyver himself out of this situation…"
Bozer chuckled, it was a long time since they had started using Mac's name as a verb…
"Yeah, I bet that if it was possible, he would have figured it out on our way to the ER…"
"I bet you're right!" Jack smiled to his phone, tossing a bag of potato chips into his cart. "So… What's the plan for tonight?"
"I don't know…" Bozer ran a hand over his short hair. "Distracting Mac? The guy's hopeless when it comes to resting…"
"I know…" Jack sighed. He had witnessed it a lot of times already… "Hey, want me to come over?"
"Please do! You're probably more used to an injured Mac than I am…"
"I don't know about that, but I have usually been around when he gets injured…"
"So… Are you far away?"
"20 minutes, depending on traffic…"
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Jack parked at his usual spot. Took out a bag filled with chips and soda, and headed for the front door.
He walked straight in, family doesn't knock, and headed for the living room.
"Hey buddy, how are you doing?" he asked as Mac looked over at him.
"Not too bad…"
Not too bad… Jack quickly translated it from 'MacGyver-talk' into 'regular-person-talk' and came up with: I'm just short of crying, it hurts so bad…
"Okay, good…" he knew better than to let Mac know he knew… "I brought snacks… Rams playing Cowboys tonight…"
Mac smiled. "Great, you and Bozer watching Rams vs. Cowboys… You've left your guns in the car, right?"
"Haha, very funny…" Jack rolled his eyes as he started unpacking the snacks. "I'll let you know that I am a mature adult, and I behave…"
"I believe that when I see it…" Bozer said as he entered the room.
"Of course I can…" Jack shrugged as he emptied a bag of chips into a bowl. "As long as you behave, I'll be a schoolboy!"
"Yeah, that's not happening…" Mac shot in from the couch, "The two of you should probably have a restraining order against each other during football matches…"
"We're not that bad.." Bozer argued
"…And basketball matches…"
"Hey, we behave…" Jack shot in.
"Not to speak of hockey and baseball…"
"Alright, he might disagree a bit…" Jack rolled his eyes as he placed two bowls of chips on the coffee table.
"A bit?" Mac echoed.
"Okay, a little more than a bit…" Jack smiled, "But that's the fun in it, am I right?"
His question was directed at Bozer, who nodded in agreement.
"See…?"
"Okay…" Mac shook his head in defeat.
Mac watched with amusement at how Jack and Bozer cheered energetically for the two teams.
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The game ended, Dallas Cowboys won. Jack gloated, while Bozer scowled at him.
"Okay, now that you're done hating each other's team… What do we do now?" Mac asked, hoping for a nice distraction.
"We could watch a movie…" Jack suggested.
"I think I've seen too many movies lately…" Mac moaned.
"There's no such thing as watching too many movies!" Bozer almost shrieked.
"There is such a thing when you can't do much else…" Mac shrugged back, "Can't we do something where we actually do something?"
"Like?" Bozer asked.
"A game? Cards? Monopoly? I don't know…" Mac shrugged.
"Not a bad idea…" Jack nodded, "Poker?"
"I learned a long time ago not to play poker against Mac! Unless I really want to lose money!"
"…Or if you really want to take out the trash…" Mac added, thinking about when they played with household tasks as the stakes.
"Or that…" Bozer agreed. "What about Ligretto?"
Mac hummed, "I don't think that's a good idea…"
"No, Ligretto is not a good idea…" Jack said with a frown, imagining how that would have gone down for Mac.
"Okay… Then what?"
"Go fish?"
"Or PIG?"
"It's a long time since I've played Go Fish! Let's play that!" Bozer said as he headed off to find a deck of cards.
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Bozer re-entered the room and smiled when he saw that Jack had taken his regular job as Mac's leg-pillow. It was something which happened whenever Mac hurt his legs. Just as common as the fact that water is wet…
Jack acted as a human pillow for Mac…
(He hadn't during the football game, but that was because he knew there would be a lot of moving involved...)
They played for about an hour, before Bozer started seeing clues that Mac's meds were wearing off.
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Jack caught on to it too…
The way the muscles in Mac's good leg cramped up across his lap, the way the kid leaned more on his elbows than necessary… The way his breathing seemed forced, planned. The way the blond was white-knuckling the cards…
Jack looked over at Bozer. His eyebrows raised, like a 'you-see-this-too?' expression. Bozer nodded.
"So… Are your leg bothering you much?" Jack decided to ask, not putting too much in his question.
Mac relaxed just a bit and shook his head. "Not really… Barely feel it…"
Mac talk for Hell yeah!
"Are you sure, cause you should have taken your meds half an hour ago…" Bozer said on his way to the kitchen.
"Okay, a bit…"
Those three words almost set off all the alarms in Jack's mind. The kid almost never admitted to pain, not when he was seated and the injury was immobilized, no… Okay, the young man could sound his discomfort if he had to walk long stretches on crutches shortly after breaking a leg or something like that, or when something jarred… But who wouldn't?
"What did the doctor say, exactly?" Jack asked nodding to the knee.
"Said I probably just sprained it… The tests they did were negative, nothing on the X-rays…" Mac shrugged, "Probably nothing to worry about…"
Unless it is something to worry about… Echoed in Mac's brain…
Okay, I have to cut this short… Sorry…
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