A/N: Wow, I haven't updated this in, like…forever! And I really missed it. ((Hugs the non-entity that is the story)) So, yeah…I can't think of any clever witty way to open this, and my muses are off at a day spa, so we'll just get right down to it, shall we? All right-y then!
One of Those Days-Ch.15
"I have no love for any man who despises music. I place it next to theology." Martin Luther
SAPPHY
When I got the news, all I could think was, "Please don't let this become a habit with him."
So I piled Snitch, Coin, and Izzy into my car, and then rushed off to St. Joe's.
"I swear I had no part is this!" Spot was saying as we walked in.
"No one's accusing you, Spot!" Liz snapped. She sighed and shoved her hair angrily out of her face. "I'm just scared to death."
I gave Spot a hug; he still looked rather put out. "We all are. But they fixed him last time; most likely they can fix him again."
"They said they'll call us when they figure something out" said Blink from the floor. He was curled up on the ground, his arms around his knees. He looked like he'd been crying.
I was about to go over and hug him, when a doctor came out and said, "Friends of David Jacobs?"
I think he was surprised there were so many of us.
"That's us" said Blink. "Is he OK?"
"He's stable. Mr. Jacobs had a lingering trace of a toxin in his system. Some kind of depressant, we haven't been able to figure out exactly what yet, though. That combined with the alcohol he drank this evening"-He clapped his hands for emphasis-"It was like sodium and water." Blink paled. "Fortunately, he's quite a fighter, and we were able to purge some of the toxin. But he still hasn't built up an immunity to this substance; he'll have to sweat the rest out."
Blink turned, if possible, even whiter. He muttered something that sounded like, "Conlon, you bastard."
"What room is he in, Doctor?" asked Snitch.
"587. Only three in at a time, please."
"Thank you, Doctor" said Liz.
"You're very welcome, kids. And don't worry; I'm sure he'll be all right."
The look on Blink's face said, "Uh-huh, suuuuuure" but he nodded along with everyone else.
So we took the elevator up to the 5th floor, and most of the guys (sans Blink, natch) went downstairs to find a snack. This left me, Coin, Izzy, Blink, Liz, Braids, and Mandie.
"Who wants to go in first?" I asked.
"I'll go" said Blink.
"Naturally" said Coin, from her position on the floor. Izzy and Braids were asleep on the floor with their heads on each other's shoulders.
"I wanna go!" I said.
"No one's st-st-stopping you, Sapph" said Mandie, through a yawn. It was, after all, four past midnight. 100 points to the person who can name the author of "Four Past Midnight". LOVE that book!
"I'll go too, I guess" Liz said, getting up and blinking the drowsiness out of her eyes. "I can give the moron back his phone; he knocked it off the table when he passed out."
So Blink knocked softly on the door, and a groggy voice called out, "Come in". Dave was propping himself up on his elbows, looking at us like we were the Duck People from the planet Quack-Quack 2, or something equally nutty. And, I mean, you can't really blame him, we were decked out kind of strange. Blink was wearing black cargo pants, and a white T-shirt we made him for his birthday, that had all kinds of funny sayings and inside jokes on it, like "Bite the wax tadpole!" (A/N: Anyone who REALLY wants to know what that means e-mail or IM me, if they so desire.) I was wearing my bleached jeans, which were bedecked with glittering galaxy likes swirls, and a black T-shirt with a picture of Idina Menzel from 'Wicked' on it. And Liz was wearing dark blue hip huggers and this funky T-shirt she found in Chinatown that spelled out 'Have You Ever?' in Chinese characters.
Yeah, I know. We looked like we escaped from the loony bin behind Goodwill.
But he smiled once he realized who we were, and I felt relief sweep over me. At least that part of his brain still worked.
"Hey, doofus" Liz said, giving Dave a hug. "You knocked you phone on the floor when you passed out." She laid it on his bedside table.
"Thanks" he said, and she squeezed his hand.
"Ya know, goofball, people are gonna think you're faking" I said, elbowing Liz out of my way so I could hug him.
"Yeah, me and this delightful fake pain" he said, wincing slightly. Then we heard and knock and Izzy poked her head in.
"Uh, guys? After Braids fell asleep, Mandie thought it would be fun to draw on her arms. Now she wants to kill her. Can you come out here for a second?"
We sighed, and rolled our eyes, but we trooped out anyways.
I give 'em 60 seconds 'till they start making out.
BLINK
"You know, dude, if hospitals could sing, this one would be singing "You're Getting to Be a Habit with Me" from 42nd Street" I said, laughing.
"I hate hospitals" he said, blushing and sliding further under the covers. "They smell funny, and the nurses will know me by first name before long." I laughed. "Hey, Blink? Shut the door, will ya? I wanna ask you a question."
I slid off the bed and kicked the door closed (cue the chorus of "Oooooooh" from outside), then walked over and sat down next to him again.
"I was thinking…" he said, twisting his sheets around his long, slender fingers. "After I get outta here…you wanna do something? Not with the whole gang, just…just with me" he finished quietly.
"Sure!" I said, trying not to sound over eager. "Like when?"
"How 'bout after State, two weeks from now? We can celebrate the end of marching band, and the end of all this madness."
I smiled. "Sounds great." Then I took a deep breath, leaned over, and kissed him. Last time, he'd been unconscious, and unable to really respond,…
But not this time. And let me tell you, that boy is one HELL of a kisser.
I broke out of the kiss, and smiled at him. "At this rate, the only time we're gonna make out is in a hospital."
He grinned back. "Yeah yeah yeah, I've learned my lesson." He blinked a couple of times. "Whoa…I think my medicine's kicking in again. I'm feeling kind of…drowsy." As if to validate his point, his nodded a couple of times.
I laughed softly. "I've gotta get going anyways. I'll see ya later, OK?"
"OK. Buenas noches."
"Buon notte."
I walked out of the room feeling extremely satisfied with myself.
"So…what's up Blinkers?" asked Sapphy, with a slight smirk.
"Yeah, Blinky-boi, you didn't jump his drugged-up bones?" laughed Coin, smacking Sapphy a high-five.
I mock-glared at the pair of them. "No, I didn't 'jump his bones' as you put it. He's kinda groggy right now, he's sleeping."
The pair of them put their arms around me and pulled me into a hug.
"He'll be OK" said Jack, coming up behind us, Spot trailing in his wake.
And Jack says he's not gay. Pfuit! I totally saw them making out in a corner.
Love it!
God, I'm turning into an Ella.END CHAPTER
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