Chapter 5 of ?

I own nothing in regards to Macgyver

All work is my own

It's around 1pm when Mac wakes up, his book still open to the page he dozed off on. On the table next to him is a glass of water, a cookie, banana, two pills, and a note.

Mac,

Jack and I had to run to the office for a few hours. We'll be back around 3. Don't forget to stay ahead of the pain and not on an empty stomach.

-Boz

It's already an hour later than when he should have taken his meds. He pops the white tablets and chases with a sip of water and a bite of the banana. With nothing else to do Mac decides to continue reading. He hardly finishes the chapter when he hears the doorbell ring.

"Just a second...or several...or, just hold on"

Mac sets his book down, slowly makes his way to a semi sitting position and kamikazes himself onto his crutches. He hears another knock.

"I'm coming, I'm coming, hold your horses"

Steadying himself he reaches for the handle and opens the door.

"Hello, my name is Adrienne and I'm umm, selling cookies, girl scout cookies, would you like to buy some? I have the green box, and the yellow, uh I have some red boxes, some other kinds too."

The young agent looks down at the girl who couldn't be much older than 8 or 9.

"Sure, why not! Who doesn't like girl scout cookies! I'll take a green box and throw in a purple box too. How much do I owe ya?

"Eight dollars!" the girl says proudly

Mac adjusts his crutches so their under one arm and reaches for his wallet with his free hand. He realizes that he left it on his dresser in his room. He sighs and lets his head fall back, his leg is getting tired and his armpits sore.

"Hey Adrienne, can you wait one second while I go get the money."

"Ok" she says, turning back to look at her mom who is waiting at the end of the road.

Mac smiles at her and heads towards his room. He makes it there rather promptly, pulls a five and three ones out and shoves them in his pocket. He can really feel how tired his body is now, his good leg has started to shake and cramp up, his armpits feel like someone smeared icy-hot on them and to top it off he's starting to feel nauseous from his meds and only a piece of banana. The young agent blinks a few times to get himself back in gear and makes his way to the front door once more. Fighting through all his feelings he puts a smile on his face and hands the girl the money.

"Here ya go, eight bucks"

"Thanks mister, here are your cookies, I hope your leg feels better." Adrienne says, handing Mac his two boxes before walking away.

"Thank you! And good luck"

Mac's smile turns to a grimace as he closes the door behind him. His entire body shaking now, and the room has started to turn. Looking to the couch he doubts that he would be able to make it without another disaster of somesort. Aware of his increased respiratory rate he leans his back against the wall for support while simultaneously letting the cookies and his crutches fall to the floor. Slowly and painfully he, to the best of his ability in his current state, eases himself down so he's sitting on the ground. The slight bump of his leg hitting the wood is enough to increase the speed of the spinning room, before he knows it he's vomiting the small amount of anything he had left in his system. Several minutes pass before his opens his eyes and realizes how stuck he is now.

He checks his watch, 13:38.

"Great" he says aloud, "Jack and Bozer won't be here for another hour and a half."

Mac takes his vomit plagued shirt off and tosses it to the side. Luckily the coconut cookies didn't fall too far away and he's able to eat one to help with the taste in his mouth. Closing his eyes he leans his head against the wall and doses off.

Macgyver wakes up to the throbbing pain in his leg, his watch says 14:10. He does the math and figures out it's been six hours since he had his last real dose of painkillers. Since he wasn't able to keep the most recent pills down. To make matters worse, Murphy's Law decided that Mac's bladder needed to be emptied. His brain is processing the best method of getting up and to the bathroom, unfortunately nothing comes without struggle. He tries to think about something else, distract him from the fact that he's got to pee. About 45 seconds later MacGyver realizes that waiting is not going to be an option. He reaches for his crutches but when he let them fall the first time only one stayed within reach. He grabs the one he can and shimmies his way up the wall to a standing position. The grimace on his face and the bead of sweat on his brow is all someone would need to see to realize how much pain Mac was really in. Hobbling on only one crutch he finally makes it to the bathroom and is able to relieve himself just in time. Now that he's comfortable (internally) he is able to get back to the couch. He hardly gets himself all the way on before his body shuts off and he falls asleep.