http://soursanguine.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] soursanguine.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] sweetsalome 2013-01-10 11:45 pm (UTC)

Ah, he remembers how much fun being in a cast was when he was young. Seven or eight, broke his arm because he was fooling around someplace he shouldn't have been. Then the one on his leg after the gunshot, that was even better. Lucky Salome has him to take care of her, otherwise it'd be a serious pain.

"So you see? Something good has come out of it. I'm afraid the two of you will have to get a divorce, though, Mister Chair has to stay at the hospital. I'm sure he'll write, though."

Richard laughs tiredly and checks the clock again, shifting most of his weight onto the handle. "Yes, princess, I am extremely jelly." Every conscious thought that passes through his mind, though, is some variation of the phrase 'please be almost done' on repeat. He's tired, and wants her badly, wants the chance to kiss her and run his hands over her body and make her feel better after their fight.

With a patient smirk, Richard stage-whispers to the nurse, "I'm afraid somebody doesn't have a lot of experience when it comes to receiving drug cocktails at two in the morning. Though in all fairness, she's usually about this silly. It's a chronic condition."

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