Title: Doctor Dee's Orders
Author: badly-knitted
Characters: Dee, Ryo.
Rating: G
Setting: After the manga.
Summary: Dee is worried that Ryo is trying to do too much.
Written Using: The tw100 prompt 'Scratch'.
Disclaimer: I don't own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Quadruple drabble.
.
OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO
.
"You gotta slow down, babe. The rate you're goin' you'll run yourself into the ground. Why don't ya sit down and rest for a bit?"
"I'm not an invalid, Dee!" Ryo snapped, exasperated. "There's a lot of housework needing to be done! I've been letting things slide lately."
"You've been recoverin' from injury, not lazin' about; there's a big difference. Gettin' stabbed is no picnic. I should know."
"It wasn't anything major, hardly more than a scratch; I didn't even need surgery, just a few stitches, and they're coming out tomorrow."
"You're still supposed to be takin' things easy, not puttin' strain on the wound. I know it looks pretty much healed on the outside, but it's gotta heal on the inside too. The doc at the hospital said no heavy liftin' for at least three weeks, and it's only been eight days."
"But I've got laundry to do, and ironing, the bedsheets need changing, and the whole apartment's a mess! I haven't vacuumed in nearly two weeks!"
"D'you wanna wind up in hospital 'cause ya ruptured somethin'?"
"That won't happen."
"How d'you know? Look, sit down, relax; I'll strip the beds and haul everything down to the laundry room. The rug rat can vacuum the floors when he gets home, maybe earn himself an extra couple of bucks. Don't know why ya haven't asked him to lend a hand."
"Bikky's studying for exams."
"Doesn't mean he can't spare fifteen minutes now and then to help with chores. A bit of time away from his books will do him good. Now sit, write a grocery list while I get the laundry on, then I'll go to the store."
"Dee, you don't have to…"
"Are you kiddin'? If I don't, you'll try to do it all yourself. Sit!"
"Who made you the boss around here?"
"I just appointed myself. Are ya gonna sit, or do I have ta tie ya to the sofa?"
"Fine, I'll sit, but I want it understood I'm doing this under protest." Ryo fetched a pad of paper and a pen, then sank onto the sofa, wincing slightly, although there was no way he was letting Dee know that his side was hurting as much as it was. Maybe he had overdone it a bit after all.
Dee nodded approval. "Better. Now, you stay put while I take care of everything."
"Well," Ryo sighed, "If you insist."
.
The End
