Days turned into weeks. Well, only two weeks, but that's enough for a plural. Rick was thoroughly astounded by his own recovery.
"It's because of my genes you know, all good healers in my family." Rick snorted, and continued to think on how great he was, the other housemates looking rather indifferent.
"I dunno if I can take much more of this. Nurse! Nurse, take me back to the room! I wanted to come outside to escape that twat!"
"Oh come on Vyv, just enjoy the fresh air-"
"Shut up Neil!" Vyvyan proceeded to throw a glass at Neil's head, which shattered. "Now where's the bloody nurse? NURSE!"
Rick leaned towards the door , and saw the nurse was being held up by a very persistent Mike.
"Don't you worry about them sweet cheeks; they're as jolly as Christmas."
Rick didn't mind being out in the garden after two weeks inside, but he would never say so in case that was taken as him agreeing with Neil.
"Well you guys are really bringing me down, you know, I shouldn't have to sit here and have a really bad time when I could be inside watching the aquarium."
"Why don't you go do that Neil?" Vyvyn stated in his most sarcastic tone.
For a moment Neil looked confused, then noticed the crutches next to him.
"Oh. Right. I'll see you guys later then."
"Don't you go thinking you're better than us, Neil, just because you can walk while we're still confined to wheelchairs, 'cause you aren't wreally!" Rick snorted, satisfied with his efforts to exude his dominance for that morning.
Then there was silence. This was odd between Vyvyn and Rick, as normally there would be insults with a dash of violence. Rick had to admit, the tension between the two of them had built since they'd been sharing a room, and it wasn't an angry tension.
"So…. It's a nice day out here isn't it Vyvyn?"
"It's shit."
More silence.
"I guess we'll be getting crutches like Neil's next week Vyvyn. As soon as I can move about on my own, I'll be going swriaght to the cafetewria to complain about the amount of gelatin in the vegetawrian gruel. What are you going to do?" Rick rambled, trying to break the awkward silence between him and his housemate.
"I'm gunna give you a big girlie kiss on the lips, you pansy. Now shut up before I rip your jaw out." Vyvyn shouted. Avoiding most, if not all, of Rick's mixed response of rage, confusion and excitement.
"But wouldn't that make you the pansy, Vyvyn?" Rick mocked, inwardly feeling excited like a little school girl.
"Nothin' wrong with that, Rick! You got a problem with pooftas? 'Cause you shouldn't beat yourself up like that."
It took Rick a second to figure out he's just been called a homosexual. But he didn't retaliate, because Vyvyn didn't, really. Vyvyn didn't say he wasn't a pansy. No. Not in the slightest.