Dickalicious InstaUpdate: #FML x a 1000! #HospitalLockdownSucks #GetMeCreamed #All rustic and lumbersexual looking..shaveme! #TheymustbeKIDNEY
He chuckled at the crass responses to his selfie from a few of the Pi Sigs who followed his page and grinned in amusement at the private risqué bikini shots from some of the Hearst sorority chapters sent to cheer him up. Apparently he was missing the competitive farting show down between the Hearst Jock Teams and their visiting rivals from San Diego State since the official games were cancelled.
Lilith House could scream feminism and girl power all they wanted but often… those sorority girls behaved like it was Playboy Mansion circa 1972.
Women were all horns and halos, and from the selfies he'd sent over the year, everyone was a photowhore.
He yawned and tossed the phone down onto the bed beside him. Nothing ruined beauty sleep like trying to relax around a hospital schedule despite their obvious obeisance. Dick waved off the nurse's offer of 'Can I get you anything?' as he eyed the bottom of his cold coffee. The constant throbbing in his side after surgery felt like he was slowly being eaten from inside by wild ferrets.
Courtesy of Tim Foyle and his dinky little gun.
His dad's attempted visit pleading with the staff at reception to visit him? That was the recoil.
"Milk does the body good." He grumbled when she refused to give him creamer. His new diet regime advised limiting things like dairy, which could be harder for the kidneys to process.
"A body can only do so much." Thalia advised him as she secured his IV.
"Amazing bedside manner…" he said, drawing a breath through his teeth in an irritated sigh, she had already switched his coffee order to decaffe.
He hated being trapped in this room, this room with nothing to do but think. Confined to this hospital ward when what he really wanted was to chase down Cindy and make things right.
"Lying to someone to protect them from the truth, doesn't work. The life you had before? It's going to take some adjustments." She counselled him.
Adjustments like addressing his lifestyle now he only had one kidney… and one less brother.
That was the round that had landed centre mass.
She couldn't help that he was bleeding inside, slowly and fatally. He turned from her, his hard features in profile as he gazed across the room to the open door. The one he'd been watching most of the day for signs that his favorite brunette would be there.
Where was his little carnal muse? Sweet Hell on fire what was wrong with his dick?
His phone chirped and he glance down eagerly at the incoming message.
Chad Shaw: Dude, rumor is you got chomped by a shark? Fierce AF!
He missed his sexy nerd, Dick mentally added hot librarian glasses to his roleplay list shopping cart, along with the skimpy Dallas Maverick Dancer's Nurse outfit.
Who knew having a regular, mattress burning hot as fuck sex life was enough to give a guy blue balls when he didn't get release for 2 or 3 days?
The makeup sex was going to be epic….
"For the love of all that is holy, why am I so hot?" Dick said wiping his temple.
"The meds are working brilliantly." Thalia assured Dick as she adjusted his chart.
His wounds were a kaleidoscope of colors beneath the t-shirt he wore featuring a Rubik's Cube and bold print "The more you play with me the harder I get!" on the front. Dick looked at the revised menu options that she had bought him and scrunched up his nose.
"You bring new meaning to the word food." He complained.
"Says the young man who questioned his consultant if a single kidney friendly diet included edible underwear." Thalia laughed.
"He didn't answer." Dick pointed out.
Thalia chucked, placing the clipboard back on the end of his bed. "No, he said didn't have an answer. How's your girlfriend feeling?"
"Better than I do, hopefully." he grumbled.
"You do have a slightly elevated temperature." she told him, reaching for the small vial that she had injected into his IV. "its nothing too much to worry about but we will keep an eye on it, at this stage the risk is infection. Any wounds to the abdominal region carry greater risk of complications. You start feeling worse, you page me."
"This place feels like a hamster cage." Dick sighed, throwing his head back against the pillow.
"if only you had television and the conviences of home." Thalia retorted with a wry grin, looking towards the flat screen and FedEx package still to be opened on the couch beside him.
Where was Logan? It was just pushing afternoon lectures and he had no more classes today. Neither did Cindy, their sneaking around in the early part of their relationship had tutored him well in everyones class schedules. Nothing motivated him more than learning all the available hours to hook up in the computer lab, or the library, or the back seat of his car...
He had heard from everyone but Team Veronica. There were no funerals today, no Madison invasions, Keith Mars had taken his statement while Logan was at Weevils funeral with his daughter.
There was no reason why each of his texts and calls had gone unanswered.
Where was she?
