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Nov. 23rd, 2013 11:35 pm[ He was not a bedridden man.
Well, he should have been, but he did not play one well at all. He was fairly sure the nurse was ready to suffocate him with his own pillow, which would be a bad scenario for them both - mainly him. He didn't enjoy the idea of going through the dying process again, thanks. So, instead, he decided to escape. Oh, he knew he'd probably have to come back for his check ups and stuff, but he wanted to stretch his muscles and be out amongst the people. Listening to them chatter on the journal wasn't all it was cracked up to be after about a week or more.
So, in an astounding feet of spy craft, he snuck out of the clinic, dressed in sweats and found himself at Natasha's coffee shop, wondering if she might even be there, or who he'd see inside. Just the idea of coffee was delicious, since he had been restricted to water and a few juice drinks on his best rest and observation.
He went to the counter to order, at least being smart enough to get decaf, but maybe he asked for whipped cream in there just because. His hands warm from the cup, he settled down to watch the flow of people, feeling better with them around him, with being out and about and... being alive. ]
[ ooc: he's just sitting drinkin' his coffee, so come on by and bother the clinic escapee! ]
Well, he should have been, but he did not play one well at all. He was fairly sure the nurse was ready to suffocate him with his own pillow, which would be a bad scenario for them both - mainly him. He didn't enjoy the idea of going through the dying process again, thanks. So, instead, he decided to escape. Oh, he knew he'd probably have to come back for his check ups and stuff, but he wanted to stretch his muscles and be out amongst the people. Listening to them chatter on the journal wasn't all it was cracked up to be after about a week or more.
So, in an astounding feet of spy craft, he snuck out of the clinic, dressed in sweats and found himself at Natasha's coffee shop, wondering if she might even be there, or who he'd see inside. Just the idea of coffee was delicious, since he had been restricted to water and a few juice drinks on his best rest and observation.
He went to the counter to order, at least being smart enough to get decaf, but maybe he asked for whipped cream in there just because. His hands warm from the cup, he settled down to watch the flow of people, feeling better with them around him, with being out and about and... being alive. ]
[ ooc: he's just sitting drinkin' his coffee, so come on by and bother the clinic escapee! ]
