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It was a few days since they had their night out, and Leonard's leg had started to recover from the excess use. Mick's shoulder on the other hand was purple, black, and very, very painful.
They were currently seated by the breakfast table, Len had his leg propped up on a chair on the other side of the table. Mick sat with his left elbow on the table, while his right arm was secured in a sling.
"Hey fellas!" Ray cheered as he walked into the room. He looked at the two men sitting by the table. "Having a good morning?"
"Yeah, starting to get a lot better now…" Len answered as he absentmindedly rubbed his knee. He had been a good boy and had decided to use his crutches for a few more days. Mick was right, his knee needed rest.
"And you Mick?" Ray sat down opposite him.
Mick grunted and looked up at the smiling man.
"Been a lot better..."
Ray nodded. He had never dislocated anything himself, but he had gotten his share of broken bones through the ages…
"Is your shoulder painful?"
Mick nodded slowly, and let his left hand glide towards his right shoulder. The bruising and the swelling were horrible in itself, but the pain made it all ten times worse.
"Very…" he began, "Can't remember anything being like this before…"
"Hope you'll heal up fast then…"
"Yeah… Me too…"
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Mick tried to overlook his shoulder, but the damn thing hurt with every breath. He cast a glance down at the blue sling holding his arm in place, this sucked.
Even moving the fingers of his right hand shot flames through his shoulder. Yeah… This was going to be a fun couple of weeks…
He reached out for a piece of bread and placed it on his plate. Next up he managed to get a bit of butter on his knife, and somehow he managed to spread it out on his slice, though it wasn't close to evenly spread…
He frowned, but decided it would do okay…
He looked at the block of cheese standing at the middle of the table, then at the cheese slicer laying beside it… He sighed…
"Why don't we have pre-sliced cheese instead of that block and that Scandinavian thingy?" he gestured towards the cheese slicer.
"Sorry Rory… I forgot to think of your shoulder when we went grocery shopping yesterday. I'll grab some pre-cut the next time we land long enough to buy groceries." Rip excused as he looked between Mick's shoulder and the cheese.
"Just give me the cheese, I'll cut up a few slices for you…" Len said as he tried to stretch far enough to get a hold of the dairy product. Martin ended up passing him the cheese after a few seconds.
"Thanks…" Mick mumbled with an apologetic smile.
"No problem… You can't, I can…" Len countered with a shrug of his shoulders.
Okay, I know that one was a lot shorter than the ones I've been writing lately, sorry...
And yeah... It had pretty much no plot at all... Again... Sorry...