Disclaimer: Your mom! In bed! With a burrito, and a side of Spanish rice!
A/N: This can't be good... all I've written for the next chapter is the disclaimer, and I'm already stuck.... For your own personal entertainment, I bring you:
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Later, Michael remained by Mia's side, reading to her. Everything she could possibly want to know about dentistry and tennis. Why can't the hospitals ever have the GOOD magazines? They both wondered silently while feigning interest.
After a while, Michael yawned and looked at Mia expectantly. She was a sleep from the boredom. [Like you should be with this story right now.]
[And than! KA-POW! They all died, and lived happily ever after in Silicon Heaven, with the calculators, the blenders, and Creighton. -- a Red Dwarf reference for those of you who care.]
No. Actually, Michael shook Mia gently, whispering her name.
"Nnnn," she said.
Must be French, he thought, and continued to shake her.
"Wha--?" she asked sleepily.
"Were you serious about shopping?" Michael asked.
Mia giggled, there was a booger hanging out of his nose. "Michael, go like this." Mia brushed her own nose. Michael followed suite, and whoops! There went the booger, a small scream could be heard as it plunged to its death in an ocean of sheets.
Michael watched, disinterested.
"No, I just really wanted an excuse to get out of here," Mia answered. Finally.
"I'll be your excuse, any day," Michael said mischeviously.
"Aw! Michael, that's definitely not the sweetest thing you've ever said to me! But I'll still love you anyway!" And she wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing his cheek.
He hugged, and kissed her back. Pulling the I.V. [is this right?] out of her arm.
"Ouch."
"Don't worry, we'll get some really food into you, like rocky road ice cream." [can't you tell I've got an infatuation with rocky-road ice cream?]
He slipped his arms underneath her and picked her up. Trying hard not to let his mind focus on the fact that her gown had an opening in the back. And as she was pressed against him (his own doing,) she wore no bra. Just her Princess Amidila(?) underwear that he thought so cute.
He set her gently down in a conveniently placed wheelchair. They were, of course, conveniently alone, to make their convenient escape.
Michael ducked his head out the door, the hallway, again, was conveniently empty. How convenient.
He rolled Mia into the hallway, and than realized, he had no real clothes to offer her. He blushed, his mind wandering into the gutter, thinking of what she was wearing. Or rather, what she *wasn't* wearing.
The wheel chair rolled backwards into the room at Michael's insistent pull, and Mia's instant protestations.
"Mia, take my shirt," Michael said removing it. He flashed his beautiful stomach at her, but than pulled down his wife-beater. [Wife-beater? White- beater? Can't remember... its that white under-shirt/tank thing.]
Glancing around the room, Michael spotted a small wardrobe he hadn't noticed before. [Not clothes, the storage thing.] It was brown, fake wood. All in all, quite despicably ugly. But just incase, Michael opened it up, to find one last pair of scrub-pants.
"Put these on," he said and turned around.
Mia did as she was bid, and left her old hospital gown lying on a chair.
Michael checked the hallway again. Still there was conveniently, no one. Even the receptionist's desk across from Mia's room was abandoned. Though Michael did think he spotted a remnant or two of a possible party. Unless silly string, confetti, and party hats are daily necessities of a nurse.
But wherever the nurses were, Michael was thankful as he pushed her out and sprinted towards the elevator.
"Wheeee!" Mia whispered excitedly.
[aaaaand here, I've got an idea. Good bye!]
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(And yes, in English, humor can be "dry", thank you, that was probably the best compliment anyone can give me. I love things with dry humor.)
A/N: This can't be good... all I've written for the next chapter is the disclaimer, and I'm already stuck.... For your own personal entertainment, I bring you:
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Later, Michael remained by Mia's side, reading to her. Everything she could possibly want to know about dentistry and tennis. Why can't the hospitals ever have the GOOD magazines? They both wondered silently while feigning interest.
After a while, Michael yawned and looked at Mia expectantly. She was a sleep from the boredom. [Like you should be with this story right now.]
[And than! KA-POW! They all died, and lived happily ever after in Silicon Heaven, with the calculators, the blenders, and Creighton. -- a Red Dwarf reference for those of you who care.]
No. Actually, Michael shook Mia gently, whispering her name.
"Nnnn," she said.
Must be French, he thought, and continued to shake her.
"Wha--?" she asked sleepily.
"Were you serious about shopping?" Michael asked.
Mia giggled, there was a booger hanging out of his nose. "Michael, go like this." Mia brushed her own nose. Michael followed suite, and whoops! There went the booger, a small scream could be heard as it plunged to its death in an ocean of sheets.
Michael watched, disinterested.
"No, I just really wanted an excuse to get out of here," Mia answered. Finally.
"I'll be your excuse, any day," Michael said mischeviously.
"Aw! Michael, that's definitely not the sweetest thing you've ever said to me! But I'll still love you anyway!" And she wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing his cheek.
He hugged, and kissed her back. Pulling the I.V. [is this right?] out of her arm.
"Ouch."
"Don't worry, we'll get some really food into you, like rocky road ice cream." [can't you tell I've got an infatuation with rocky-road ice cream?]
He slipped his arms underneath her and picked her up. Trying hard not to let his mind focus on the fact that her gown had an opening in the back. And as she was pressed against him (his own doing,) she wore no bra. Just her Princess Amidila(?) underwear that he thought so cute.
He set her gently down in a conveniently placed wheelchair. They were, of course, conveniently alone, to make their convenient escape.
Michael ducked his head out the door, the hallway, again, was conveniently empty. How convenient.
He rolled Mia into the hallway, and than realized, he had no real clothes to offer her. He blushed, his mind wandering into the gutter, thinking of what she was wearing. Or rather, what she *wasn't* wearing.
The wheel chair rolled backwards into the room at Michael's insistent pull, and Mia's instant protestations.
"Mia, take my shirt," Michael said removing it. He flashed his beautiful stomach at her, but than pulled down his wife-beater. [Wife-beater? White- beater? Can't remember... its that white under-shirt/tank thing.]
Glancing around the room, Michael spotted a small wardrobe he hadn't noticed before. [Not clothes, the storage thing.] It was brown, fake wood. All in all, quite despicably ugly. But just incase, Michael opened it up, to find one last pair of scrub-pants.
"Put these on," he said and turned around.
Mia did as she was bid, and left her old hospital gown lying on a chair.
Michael checked the hallway again. Still there was conveniently, no one. Even the receptionist's desk across from Mia's room was abandoned. Though Michael did think he spotted a remnant or two of a possible party. Unless silly string, confetti, and party hats are daily necessities of a nurse.
But wherever the nurses were, Michael was thankful as he pushed her out and sprinted towards the elevator.
"Wheeee!" Mia whispered excitedly.
[aaaaand here, I've got an idea. Good bye!]
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(And yes, in English, humor can be "dry", thank you, that was probably the best compliment anyone can give me. I love things with dry humor.)