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@shilohblaine
I actually never kissed a woman under a mistletoe.
Depends on what you’ve been kissing as a substitute for all of these years…
Ahh, clever. Let's just say I've kissed quite a few women in all manners of ways and leave it at that.
I actually never kissed a woman under a mistletoe.
Not really. It’s a gimmick, after all. Not everyone needs a gimmick.
A damn clever gimmick. Though I suppose I've never needed a mistletoe to lay with a woman before. It's really just a wandering thought.
I actually never kissed a woman under a mistletoe.
It’s all talked up in the movies, and yet it never actually happens in real life.
Not necessarily true. I've come across a few women who have had it happen to them and one of which, believe it or not, ending up marrying said person. Not that I'm looking for a fairytale, but it's always nice to find some reason to kiss a beautiful woman.
I actually never kissed a woman under a mistletoe.
Not overly, I’ve never done it either.
That's a shame. Someone should help you with that right away.
I actually never kissed a woman under a mistletoe.
I’ve never even been under a mistletoe. They make me uncomfortable.
I would understand it making you uncomfortable if, say, the person was unattractive but if a handsome man did it, then why not?
I actually never kissed a woman under a mistletoe.
"Really? It can be arranged though I’m not sure who would offer." She chuckled. "Don’t be pouty on Christmas. It’s about the people, not the mistletoes."
Why don't you offer in that case?
I actually never kissed a woman under a mistletoe.
Is that weird?
Fucking hell.
And there I thought they druged you enough to feel at least a bit better. No need to be upset with me.
I'm not upset with you, I'm upset at the whole situation I'm in and that people keep on seeing me as such.
Fucking hell.
I always thought guys were fond of nurses…or so I’ve heard. I don’t know why but, well, sometimes guys are weird. [She furrows her eyebrows] Murderous? You wouldn’t really kill anyone, right? You probably won’t find them anyway. [Serena smiles when she hears him laugh lightly at her words.] Then…we could talk about my makeover? I can’t thank you enough for it. They did this thing with my hair…see? [She brings her hair to the side and shows the ends] These are lighter than the rest. The hairdresser said it was “hip” or some weird word like that.
That depends on the kind of nurses. The ones I have taking care of me here are overweight, dressed in scrubs, and aren't very appealing to the eye. I tend to like my nurses dressed up in latex, but what do I know? [He knew that she probably had no idea what he was talking about, but he decided to tease her anyway. As the conversation moved on, he realized that he revealed too much of his true intent.] No, of course not. I wouldn't kill someone unless I had to defend myself. [He cut if off short, knowing that that was indeed a lie.] Yes, I noticed it... I just was a bit too caught up in my own drama to even comment on it. You look beautiful. How was your date?
Fucking hell.
And I bet there is an interesing story to why you are in hospital, which you won’t explain, so I’ll stick to a boring how are you feeling? Besides restless, of course.
What do you think?
Fucking hell.
[Anya bit her lower lip to keep from hissing, knowing full well that the movement was hurting him. She leaned over and smoothed the jumbled pillows tucked behind his head, then stepped back for long enough to grab the sole chair in the room and drag it over to the bedside.] It’s like a snowball. It starts up here, about yay big, and then it starts rolling downhill and before you know it… [she mimed something small and round expanding with her hands, accompanying the pantomime with a puff of breath for added effect.] It’s not important right now, I’ll tell you later. Sometime when I’m not sitting here thinking how lucky you are to even be alive. Are you gonna be all right? They giving you the good stuff for the pain, at least?
[Shiloh nodded to her, very grateful for her actions.] I understand. Almost what I've been feeling these last few days. Honestly, I feel like complete shit. I'm incredibly uncomfortable for the most part and I'm trying to ween off of the morphine because I know what addictions can be like. The nurses are pains in the asses, the doc won't let me go home until someone comes and basically says they'll be my caretaker and I'm in a foul mood. Yep, that about sums up how I am right now. I should be alright though, if I don't end up strangling someone first due to all of the damn aggravation.
Fucking hell.
Don’t worry, I am sure they are just trying to take care of you. That’s their job, right? [She smiled sweetly and shrugs] You’re mad at them for what they did to you? I mean…it would make sense if you are. Maybe we can…talk about something else, something that brightens you up like…puppies or kitties.
Too bad I'm not too fond of people looking after me. If that was the case, maybe I would enjoy this whole situation a little more? [He put on a fake smirk to keep up appearances, but his eyes showed what he was truly feeling.] Mad isn't the word. Murderous more like it, but I'll take care of it once I'm on my feet again. [Now he had to laugh at that.] I don't know if I'm the puppy or kitten type or if that conversation could actually help matters.
Fucking hell.
I am your friend, you don’t owe me anything but the promise to get better and to not mess around. Do you want to stay with me or would you prefer your own room? I’ll see what I can arrange but first we’ll get you out of here.
[Shiloh didn't say anything right away, turning his head once more.] Thank you. I think I can handle myself for now. I hate when people take care of me. I just need to get out of here ASAP.
Fucking hell.
[Anya has to take a moment, a rather long moment, to keep herself from falling apart. Having a friend and a family member in shit shape in the same goddamned hospital is almost too much, and piled on top of exhaustion, she’s this closeto bursting into tears. Which is just not an option. She takes a breath, ducks her head for a moment and bites down on the knuckle of her thumb.] Jesus Christ, Irish, where, when—when did this happen?
[Shiloh could tell that it was taking everything in Anya not to lose it. He wasn't fool enough to think that it was all because of his circumstances, but they had grown comfortable with each other so of course there would be some concern. He hated to lie to her, but he had no other choice.] It happened when I was on my way back home from a business meeting in the lower east side. It was late and I was very drunk, so a group of five or six took advantage of that. It happened about four days ago. [He moved to adjust his bed and sit up, again trying not to wince in pain.] Are you okay? I can tell that something is wrong and as much as I'd like to think it is just because of me, I have a feeling that its not.
Fucking hell.
I-I’m sorry that happened. Some people…I can’t understnd why they do it. There are other ways to get money without hurting someone. Is there…anything I can do? I-I could stay and talk, I have to close th restaurant so I’m not working until later.
[Shiloh sighed for a moment, wondering what he could say. It happened in his business, but she didn't know that. Nobody did.] If you'd like to keep me company, that's fine. These nurses have sticks up their asses and it's putting me in a foul mood. Maybe I should just apologize for what I'm going to say in advance. Until I get some more morphine I probably won't lighten up.
Fucking hell.
Okay, okay! Fine! We’ll get you out of here okay? We’ll sign you out, take you back to Ville and make sure you’re going to be okay. I’ll just tell them I’ll take care of anything necessary. Maybe they’ll let you go.
[At her words, Shiloh calmed down. He didn't mean to be rude to her but he was so angry at everything - especially for letting this happen to him. He should've known this was coming. He sighed.] Thanks Jenna. I don't mean to be an asshole, I just can't think in this place. If you can help to get me out of here, I will be in your debt.
Fucking hell.
I-I wanted to see if you were okay. W-what happened?
I'm fine. It's nothing you need to worry about. Some people jumped me and here I am, confined to a hospital bed.
