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Jane, Cammie - Monday Afternoon (Backdated)
Jane mother hens the sliced up Cammie half to death, and Cammie doesn't call Janey crazy once... out loud.
She had been discharged by Dr. Grey pretty quickly, all things considered. She had just got a stiff order to come back down if anything with the stitches were starting to bother her. So, Monday morning found Cammie back in the suite she shared with Crazy Jane.
She wasn’t holed up in her bedroom, instead she had an ice back creatively tied to her chest the dull the pain a bit and was watching TV. It killed some time at least. She really did need to drop this habit of getting cut up.
The door to the suite slammed open and as a shopping bag-laden figure staggered inside and over to the kitchenette. "Okay," wheezed Jane as she dropped her packages with a crash onto the floor. "I think I've got everything. Ginger ale, rice pudding, chicken broth..." she started ticking items off on her fingers, "...National Inquirer, pudding pops, and two bags of ice. Oh! And I found these hot pink Ace bandages in the first aid aisle so y'know, you can tie on the ice pack a bit fancier if you want. They're pretty nifty." She beamed at Cammie and started to put things away.
Cammie looked over at her roommate with a blank expression. She believed Jane was crazy, so it wasn’t like much her roommate did could shock her, but this… was something else.
“What’s with all the stuff?” she asked, “And pink?”
"Pink's pretty!" Jane protested as she started to put the groceries away. "And I thought it would be all punk and stuff with your hair. And all of this is Jane's patented recovery kit! Although..." she frowned. "I think I forgot to grabs some bananas."
“….Bananas? Recovery kit?” Cammie looked over at Jane, “What’s going on here?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"You're sick. Or injured," amended Jane, although she looked a little put out that she had to state the obvious, "and you need to lay low, eat well, and rest up until you're one hundred percent again. So I made sure we were stocked up on your basic supplies to help you get better. I also got us a game to play!" She was so excited, she was practically wriggling. It was her favorite part of being sick, not that she liked being sick.
Dashing out to the hallway, she came back in moments later bearing a familiar red and yellow box. "See? It's Operation!"
“Operation…” Cammie said, shaking her head, “Well, whatever. It’s not like I can go out and do much else. But you do know I’ll have to let that food ‘ripen’ a bit.”
"So long as I don't have to smell or eat it, you can do whatever to it. Although you should probably keep the pudding pops frozen. They're less fun when they're melty." She settled down near Cammie on the floor and pulled over the coffee table so she could set up the game. "You wanna go first?"
“Sure,” Cammie said, moving over a bit. “You know, you didn’t have to do this.”
"Of course I did," Jane replied, leaning over to bump Cammie's shoulder with her own and beaming. "You're my roomie. We gotta stick together."
The bump jostled the wound a bit and the quick look on Cammie’s face told to just how much that stung, but it was gone in a second. She could handle pain, “If you say so,” she said, holding the Operation tweezers with her green, left hand. “I just wonder if I even have the coordination for this game.”
"Oh, I don't. But that's what makes it fun."
“Our victim sure doesn’t look like he’s going to enjoy himself,” Cammie said picking a card and going after the matching fake body part.
Jane watched as Cammie went after the tiny piece of plastic with undisguised glee. "Oh, they totally don't give him enough drugs. Which is kinda cruel, when you think about it. I mean, who wants to be operated on without any drugs, right? It's gotta hurt like all heck. But then, I guess the game wouldn't be as much fun if he couldn't 'feel'. Sacrifices must be made, or something."
“It does hurt like all heck,” Cammie said as she dropped whatever it was supposed to be the second she got the buzzing noise that indicated failure. “But I think you’re right. The game wouldn’t be so much fun if he was properly sedated.”
"Wait, how do you know that?" Jane asked as she picked up the dreaded funny bone card. "Dr. Grey-Summers wouldn't stitch you up without drugs. I mean, maybe Dr. Voight would, but..."
“Because I’ve had to do it to myself,” Cammie said, “Stitch myself shut. And drugs don’t work on me. When Dr. Grey does stuff, she at least turns off my ability to feel pain, but anyone else? I’m immune to just about everything that isn’t a blow upside the head to knock me out. Before I got to the medlab the other night it was Jake stitching me shut. No pain killers.”
Jane winced. "Ow. We're just gonna have to keep you from needing to get stitched up all the time, I guess. Maybe you should try something less violent like roller derby?"
“Roller Derby is so 1980s, which was a bit before my time, I think,” she said shaking her head, “But yeah, I admit the biker bar thing has just been losing its appeal lately, you know? Which is sad, because watching drunk men is extremely funny. Making them challenge you to drinking contests is even funnier.”
"Roller derby is totally coming back!" Jane protested as the game buzzed angrily at her. "There's a couple of different teams down in the city that look like fun, and you get to give yourself all sorts of nifty names, like 'Skullcracker Sally' and 'Death By Diana'. You'd probably like it."
“It’s a fair bet I will if it involves violence,” Cammie laughed, as she picked a card and clicked her tweezers a couple of times. Operation guy was about to lose his breadbox. “The problem there is I never learned how to roller skate. Now if it was a skateboarding thing…”
"Skating is no big deal, I can teach you," Jane offered. It would be the perfect excuse to get those cute little pink-wheeled skates she'd been wanting. "I think the tough part would be the name. 'Cammie Catastrophe', maybe?"
Cammie laughed and the game buzzed at her angrily. “Fine, whatever. Is Alliteration a requirement for the naming?” she asked.
Jane pondered this for a moment. "I don't thinks so, it's just fun. And gosh are we bad at this!" She grinned at Cammie. "I'm gonna grab a pudding pop. want one?"
“Sure, but you should know they only taste like cold and slimy to me,” she said, “I blame my bad skills right now on my shoulder being stiff as all hell. Apparently people aren’t meant to take bottles to the chest.”
"You're recuperating. Everything is supposed to taste cold and slimy," came the retorted reply as Jane picked up and headed for the freezer. "And also, prove it. I demand a rematch when you're better."
“I totally will. I can pick just about any lock known to man. When I’m better, I will whop this game’s ass so hard that it won’t know what hit it,” she said, sitting back and shifting to make herself comfortable. Unfortunately she couldn’t use pain meds, so it was all about ice packs and mind over matter.
"We'll make it a tournament - beat the amazing Cammie, win a cupcake." Jane beamed handing Cammie a vanilla popsicle. "Want to try again, or should we move on to the tabloids?"
“Yeah, let’s see what those crazy aliens and super stars are up to,” Cammie said, fudging another go at the Operation board.
She had been discharged by Dr. Grey pretty quickly, all things considered. She had just got a stiff order to come back down if anything with the stitches were starting to bother her. So, Monday morning found Cammie back in the suite she shared with Crazy Jane.
She wasn’t holed up in her bedroom, instead she had an ice back creatively tied to her chest the dull the pain a bit and was watching TV. It killed some time at least. She really did need to drop this habit of getting cut up.
The door to the suite slammed open and as a shopping bag-laden figure staggered inside and over to the kitchenette. "Okay," wheezed Jane as she dropped her packages with a crash onto the floor. "I think I've got everything. Ginger ale, rice pudding, chicken broth..." she started ticking items off on her fingers, "...National Inquirer, pudding pops, and two bags of ice. Oh! And I found these hot pink Ace bandages in the first aid aisle so y'know, you can tie on the ice pack a bit fancier if you want. They're pretty nifty." She beamed at Cammie and started to put things away.
Cammie looked over at her roommate with a blank expression. She believed Jane was crazy, so it wasn’t like much her roommate did could shock her, but this… was something else.
“What’s with all the stuff?” she asked, “And pink?”
"Pink's pretty!" Jane protested as she started to put the groceries away. "And I thought it would be all punk and stuff with your hair. And all of this is Jane's patented recovery kit! Although..." she frowned. "I think I forgot to grabs some bananas."
“….Bananas? Recovery kit?” Cammie looked over at Jane, “What’s going on here?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"You're sick. Or injured," amended Jane, although she looked a little put out that she had to state the obvious, "and you need to lay low, eat well, and rest up until you're one hundred percent again. So I made sure we were stocked up on your basic supplies to help you get better. I also got us a game to play!" She was so excited, she was practically wriggling. It was her favorite part of being sick, not that she liked being sick.
Dashing out to the hallway, she came back in moments later bearing a familiar red and yellow box. "See? It's Operation!"
“Operation…” Cammie said, shaking her head, “Well, whatever. It’s not like I can go out and do much else. But you do know I’ll have to let that food ‘ripen’ a bit.”
"So long as I don't have to smell or eat it, you can do whatever to it. Although you should probably keep the pudding pops frozen. They're less fun when they're melty." She settled down near Cammie on the floor and pulled over the coffee table so she could set up the game. "You wanna go first?"
“Sure,” Cammie said, moving over a bit. “You know, you didn’t have to do this.”
"Of course I did," Jane replied, leaning over to bump Cammie's shoulder with her own and beaming. "You're my roomie. We gotta stick together."
The bump jostled the wound a bit and the quick look on Cammie’s face told to just how much that stung, but it was gone in a second. She could handle pain, “If you say so,” she said, holding the Operation tweezers with her green, left hand. “I just wonder if I even have the coordination for this game.”
"Oh, I don't. But that's what makes it fun."
“Our victim sure doesn’t look like he’s going to enjoy himself,” Cammie said picking a card and going after the matching fake body part.
Jane watched as Cammie went after the tiny piece of plastic with undisguised glee. "Oh, they totally don't give him enough drugs. Which is kinda cruel, when you think about it. I mean, who wants to be operated on without any drugs, right? It's gotta hurt like all heck. But then, I guess the game wouldn't be as much fun if he couldn't 'feel'. Sacrifices must be made, or something."
“It does hurt like all heck,” Cammie said as she dropped whatever it was supposed to be the second she got the buzzing noise that indicated failure. “But I think you’re right. The game wouldn’t be so much fun if he was properly sedated.”
"Wait, how do you know that?" Jane asked as she picked up the dreaded funny bone card. "Dr. Grey-Summers wouldn't stitch you up without drugs. I mean, maybe Dr. Voight would, but..."
“Because I’ve had to do it to myself,” Cammie said, “Stitch myself shut. And drugs don’t work on me. When Dr. Grey does stuff, she at least turns off my ability to feel pain, but anyone else? I’m immune to just about everything that isn’t a blow upside the head to knock me out. Before I got to the medlab the other night it was Jake stitching me shut. No pain killers.”
Jane winced. "Ow. We're just gonna have to keep you from needing to get stitched up all the time, I guess. Maybe you should try something less violent like roller derby?"
“Roller Derby is so 1980s, which was a bit before my time, I think,” she said shaking her head, “But yeah, I admit the biker bar thing has just been losing its appeal lately, you know? Which is sad, because watching drunk men is extremely funny. Making them challenge you to drinking contests is even funnier.”
"Roller derby is totally coming back!" Jane protested as the game buzzed angrily at her. "There's a couple of different teams down in the city that look like fun, and you get to give yourself all sorts of nifty names, like 'Skullcracker Sally' and 'Death By Diana'. You'd probably like it."
“It’s a fair bet I will if it involves violence,” Cammie laughed, as she picked a card and clicked her tweezers a couple of times. Operation guy was about to lose his breadbox. “The problem there is I never learned how to roller skate. Now if it was a skateboarding thing…”
"Skating is no big deal, I can teach you," Jane offered. It would be the perfect excuse to get those cute little pink-wheeled skates she'd been wanting. "I think the tough part would be the name. 'Cammie Catastrophe', maybe?"
Cammie laughed and the game buzzed at her angrily. “Fine, whatever. Is Alliteration a requirement for the naming?” she asked.
Jane pondered this for a moment. "I don't thinks so, it's just fun. And gosh are we bad at this!" She grinned at Cammie. "I'm gonna grab a pudding pop. want one?"
“Sure, but you should know they only taste like cold and slimy to me,” she said, “I blame my bad skills right now on my shoulder being stiff as all hell. Apparently people aren’t meant to take bottles to the chest.”
"You're recuperating. Everything is supposed to taste cold and slimy," came the retorted reply as Jane picked up and headed for the freezer. "And also, prove it. I demand a rematch when you're better."
“I totally will. I can pick just about any lock known to man. When I’m better, I will whop this game’s ass so hard that it won’t know what hit it,” she said, sitting back and shifting to make herself comfortable. Unfortunately she couldn’t use pain meds, so it was all about ice packs and mind over matter.
"We'll make it a tournament - beat the amazing Cammie, win a cupcake." Jane beamed handing Cammie a vanilla popsicle. "Want to try again, or should we move on to the tabloids?"
“Yeah, let’s see what those crazy aliens and super stars are up to,” Cammie said, fudging another go at the Operation board.