log post II

[orangetoughguy]

third person narrative, action bracket spam, anything goes
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[whitetwoguns]

Frankly speaking I don't think anybody wants to be at a hospital. They're there because they need to be.

[Although he had seen him truly needing and wanting to see a doctor. Fuck man, the more memories like that pop into Larry's head the more they make him feel helpless and angry that was how the chips fell. But it's done and finished. No way to change it. Besides, who knows what changing one element of then right now wouldn't be the same. He saw Back to the Future.]

Do you think you can eat?

[Let's try the long way around. If Freddy can be persuaded to see a doctor then...]

[orangetoughguy]

Believe me, Larry, I wanna eat. Real slow like maybe. [There's a brief pause, then:] I'm sorry.

[His mouth pulls into a slight frown to one side, but it's brief.] Know anyone from work could give me a lookover?

[whitetwoguns]

[That wasn't the question. In fact, it makes the old man feel worse that they're at a goddamn restaurant with food all around and the kid isn't able to enjoy it. Real fucking smooth.]

S'okay.

[A paw grabs and squeezes one shoulder. It doesn't have the same pressure. Sorry kid. He's now going into the land of overly considerate.]

I do.

[She's a short warthog of an old woman with enough hair on her lip to call a mustache. There isn't enough sweetness in her personality to save her. The handful of times Larry's seen her, she's been in a foul mood.]

...that what you want?

[orangetoughguy]

[He is so relieved to have that paw on his shoulder, touching and squeezing just like he needs it. Freddy reaches up to put his own palm over Larry's.]

Yeah, just a real quick look. If I gotta go to the hospital from there I'll go. [Another pause.] Can we try finishin' dinner?

[whitetwoguns]

[Another squeeze. Freddy's suffering enough. They'll talk about it later....maybe.]

Okay, tough guy. [Baby.] Fair warning she's more Nurse Ratched than anything else. [Could he just go to the hospital now? Better care that way? Kid's choice really.]

Well sure. [He steps aside, hand on his shoulder but this time from the side.]

After you.

[orangetoughguy]

Thanks, cowboy. [Baby.] I don't mind.

[The Nurse Ratched deal, better than going to the hospital to possibly deal with any of those fucks. If he could book a time with Cameron...but he won't until he has to. After riding in the backseat of a car bleeding to death then bleeding out further on a ramp, Freddy thinks he has a solid idea of what level crosses into necessity.]

Don't get worked up if I gotta take it slow okay?

[He asks more out of better humor than a real request. He knows the old man can be one overprotective and overly concerned bear. With good reason though.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Just don't go using that kind of talk right now. It's because he's not on the verge of death that it should be treated right now. A fella shouldn't wait until he's clinging to strangers.]

Take your time. We'll go when you're ready to go.

[Mr. Orange calls the shots.]