Mainland Hospital Sunday, late morning

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

When Shep cracks his eyes open, something about the angle of the sunlight coming through the window tells him that it's late morning.

The muted pain in his arm and hand tell him that he's in the hospital. He has a few vague memories of Dr. Wilson handing him over to the paramedics and the paramedics handing him over to the e.r. docs. Then a bunch of questions about his allergies and medical history - which got damn tricky given his current situation and people not having certain levels of clearance and the amount of drugs in his system and the amount of blood out of his system. He hoped he didn't say anything too stupid. Then someone was telling him to count backwards from ten... then he was... here...

"The sword fight... right. Damn."

He rolls his head to see his hand being held up in some contraption that probably would have fit in at that mid-evil faire. There's a brace that goes from his fingers to the middle of his arm. He supposes it could be worse, it could be a plaster cast. His fingers are kind of discolored and puffy.

There's an IV in his other elbow. Shep rolls his eyes. He's gonna have to pee every two hours like clockwork with this stupid thing in.

His brain is fuzzy. He suspects that has something to do with the PCM machine hanging on his IV poll.

"Drugs good," he mutters.

He wants to go back to sleep, but suspects he's slept-out for a while. So now he's just bored.



[ooc: Anyone who wants to (and gets permission from the Dean if they need it) feel free to drop by and visit. Once someone brings Shep his laptop he'll turn on his email and instant message programs.:)]

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[http://users.livejournal.com/_wespryce/]

Wesley walks in. "I hear you took the authenticity a bit too far."

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Let's just say I got into the part... or... it got into me.

I take it Lana dropped by for my stuff?

[http://users.livejournal.com/_wespryce/]

Not that I know of. You're just the buzz of the fair. "Student nearly killed". Of course that happens every day...

He looks sheepish. "Flowers didn't seem quite appropriate, but I did bring a novel..." He hands over Whip Hand by Dick Francis.

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Oh, gee... just how I wanted to become famous.

*takes the book, checks the title*

Um... thanks. I think.

*sets the book on the bedside table thing.*

Lana said she'd come by and get some of my stuff. My laptop and some clothes and stuff. Poor kid, she totally freaked out last night. I mean, she was pretty quick with the first aid and all, but I think I scared a good three inches growth off of her.

*laughs a little as a thought occurs to him* Bet I made the radio last night. Has anyone talked to Han? Is he okay? I don't want people giving him crap about this, he feels lousy enough as it is.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_wespryce/]

[[ooc: Excellent icon.]]

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

[ooc: thanks. :) It's always helpful when the canon helps you out like that.]

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Lana knocks on the edge of the door and peeks around the corner. "Shep?" She's carrying a duffle bag of stuff and looks a little nervous.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_wespryce/]

Wesley stands abruptly. "I won't intrude any longer. Miss Lang." He bobs his head at Lana and heads for the door.

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Lana looks confused. "Intrude? But you're here to see Shep... You're not... did I do something to insult you?"

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Hey Lana, come on in.

You've met my roommate, Wesley ... something-Price?

*Obviously the machine attached to the I.V. just kicked in another dose of pain-killers*

[http://users.livejournal.com/_wespryce/]

"Wyndam." He makes for the door.

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

"No, no, that's okay. I'll go." Lana looks incredibly confused. "I'm really not supposed to be here anyway."

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

"Yes, we all played Jeopardy together the other night. Did I say something wrong?"

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

*Shep lets his head roll towards the door expecting a Wesely shaped puff of dust to be lingering there...*

Right... he was there for that. *whispers conspiratorialy* Maybe he likes you.

*Raises the hand with the I.V. in it to look at it blearily* They have good drugs here. Want some? *Sticks I.V.'d hand out towards Lana.

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

*to Lana*

I think you scared my roommate off...

*giggles almost drunkenly, the meds clearly in his system now*

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

"Oh... I'm sorry. I didn't mean..." She sighs. "Gosh, I hope... Oh well.... I, um, brought your stuff and I picked up something else that might help." She holds out a package. "It's one of those Tracphone things? Almost like a disposable cell phone? So you can call people if you need to."

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Oh... thanks. That's really nice. *sets it on the book Wes brought*

I'm going to turn on my email when I'm coherent enough to see straight. So if anyone's looking for me, they can email me too.

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

"I'll let people know. And speaking of that... are there people I should contact? Friends or family or anything? Professors?"

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

Paige knocks on the door and pokes her head in, "Shep? You up to another visitor?"

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Oh, it's a party...

*grins at Paige, eyes glassy and unfocussed*

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

*Paige offers Shep a weak smile* I take it you're not feeling too bad then huh?

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

*Shep points at the PCM on the I.V. stand* I've got drugs. I'm not feeling much of anything.

Something tells me that's gonna change when they take away the happy juice.

*scrunches up his face at the idea that his arm is gonna hurt like hell then.*

afternoon visiting hours

[yaymckay.livejournal.com]

Rodney peers into Shep's hospital room.

He didn't bring flowers, laptops, or homework. But he did bring chocolate.

Re: afternoon visiting hours

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

*Shep hears someone at the door. At least he thinks he does. Either that or he fell asleep with the t.v. on after the doctor was done torturing checking on him. Or maybe it's the nurse again with another I.V. bag or some damn thing. In any event, he doesn't open his eyes, just tries to make himself more comfortable with one arm that's now propped up on a half-dozen pillows and the other with a needle still stuck in the elbow*


[feel free to wake his lazy ass up... he's just on a lot of meds]

Re: afternoon visiting hours

[yaymckay.livejournal.com]

Rodney looks at the IV bag, checks the clipboard at the end (not that he knows what he's looking at or how to interpret it), and clears his throat.

"Nice as it is to come all the way out here to be amused by the fact that you managed to get into trouble at another Harvest Festival, Sheppard, I can't say that I'm that enamoured of the idea of gazing moonstruck at you sleeping in your sickbed. Wake up. Or I might have to kiss you."