Note: I'm getting extremely liberal with the 100 word limit. Whoops! :)
Prompt: "apparition"
"Eurovan"
Tony had no idea how he found himself in the hospital - again. He couldn't even remember waking up. It was like he was dead, and then suddenly alive. He blinked several times, staring at the ceiling. He studied the tiles. He felt so fucking high, as high as a jet plane.
Somebody was talking.
"Tony? You awake? Tony?"
Tony turned his head, slowly, carefully. He felt like it might detach itself and roll away.
McGee was leaning over him like some hazy apparition. The skin around his green eyes was smudged black. He looked like he'd gone through Hell and back again. His hair was all stringy, his clothes rumpled. Very un-McGee.
"Hey," Tony croaked. "Feel like I've been hit by a... bus."
"You were," McGee replied. "Well, a Eurovan, but..."
"I had the weirdest dream," Tony then whispered.
"Huh?" McGee leaned closer.
"You wanna hear 'bout it? You were there."
"Sure?"
McGee was close now. So close that Tony could smell what he'd had for lunch. Onions. He lifted his hands, uncoordinated and shaky, IV stuck into one arm, and gripped the sides of McGee's face. He kissed him, long and dry.
Shocked, McGee jerked away.
"It was a good dream," Tony admitted before slurring, clearly unaware of reality, "Beam me up, Scotty!"