"Praise Jesus," he sighs, returning the nurse's smile in genuine spades. It's been ages since he's last been to the ER, Christ only knows the leaps technology has made in the past years. Process change so fast he never knows what to do whenever he ends up someplace like this. He watches approvingly as she sticks the band-aids on and then goes to fetch the papers, giving a smile of gratitude as she mentions the medicine.
"Ah, thank you, that'll be a huge help. I was just wondering when we'd be able to get to the pharmacy." And by pharmacy he means his medicine cabinet. Even if she hadn't sent the meds home they would be fine, but this is a helpful bonus. He flips through the documentation, nodding as he takes in everything she has to tell him. "All right, I'll keep an eye on her, then. I'm sure she'll pull it through."
Richard chokes back laughter on the line about wheels, and he laughs, waving gratefully to the nurse as he wheels his daughter out. "Have a good rest of your shift, miss, thanks for your help." Hands on the chair, he pushes her out, rolling her down the hall; for a few seconds he pauses, waiting for the way to be empty of anyone responsible, and then he picks up the pace, running down the hall while he pushes her, laughing all the way.
When they reach a more populated area, he slows down, then pushes her out through the automatic doors. Once they're outside, he rolls the chair out to the parking lot, unlocking the car and then turning to attend to his daughter. He hauls her out of the chair and helps her carefully, gently into the passenger's seat of the car, but freezes has he catches his face so close to hers. He freezes, examining her features, and then his mouth snaps hers up in a desperate, starving kiss. He's been waiting so long for it, it aches him, and he groans immediately, his hands finding her face to hold her while his tongue probes into the depths of her mouth, claiming, re-exploring, his lips desperate to claim hers.
"I'm sorry we fought, baby," he breathes as he pulls away, closing the passenger door and returning the wheelchair to the front area of the hospital. When he finally makes it back into the driver's side of the car, it's with a sigh of relief.
Oh, God, the feel of the keys in the ignition is just too good to be true.
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Date: 2013-01-11 12:45 am (UTC)"Ah, thank you, that'll be a huge help. I was just wondering when we'd be able to get to the pharmacy." And by pharmacy he means his medicine cabinet. Even if she hadn't sent the meds home they would be fine, but this is a helpful bonus. He flips through the documentation, nodding as he takes in everything she has to tell him. "All right, I'll keep an eye on her, then. I'm sure she'll pull it through."
Richard chokes back laughter on the line about wheels, and he laughs, waving gratefully to the nurse as he wheels his daughter out. "Have a good rest of your shift, miss, thanks for your help." Hands on the chair, he pushes her out, rolling her down the hall; for a few seconds he pauses, waiting for the way to be empty of anyone responsible, and then he picks up the pace, running down the hall while he pushes her, laughing all the way.
When they reach a more populated area, he slows down, then pushes her out through the automatic doors. Once they're outside, he rolls the chair out to the parking lot, unlocking the car and then turning to attend to his daughter. He hauls her out of the chair and helps her carefully, gently into the passenger's seat of the car, but freezes has he catches his face so close to hers. He freezes, examining her features, and then his mouth snaps hers up in a desperate, starving kiss. He's been waiting so long for it, it aches him, and he groans immediately, his hands finding her face to hold her while his tongue probes into the depths of her mouth, claiming, re-exploring, his lips desperate to claim hers.
"I'm sorry we fought, baby," he breathes as he pulls away, closing the passenger door and returning the wheelchair to the front area of the hospital. When he finally makes it back into the driver's side of the car, it's with a sigh of relief.
Oh, God, the feel of the keys in the ignition is just too good to be true.