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writers_muses128.2.E. "I do not believe in a fate that falls on men however they act; but I do believe in a fate that falls on man unless they act." - G.K. Chesterton
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drivemystick
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Simon was beginning to wonder just what the fuck he did for his luck to have gone down the shitter like this. As if being in traction and having nurses hanging around left and right, affording very little privacy, some electric fault in his room leading to the defibrillator something or other meant he had to be put into another room with another patient. His protests that he wasn't planning on having a heart attack anytime soon and wouldn't need the electricity went unheard. It was an occupational health and safety issue. Telling them he wasn't an employee, so it didn't matter, didn't work either. So, now here he was, in a double room with another dude. He couldn't even score on a sexy chick with nice tits for a room mate. All he had was a pigeon sitting on the windowsill looking at him funny and about a blink away from giving him a paranoia complex. He only broke his eye contact with the evil bird that he was trying to stare out when the other occupant in the room groaned and started to shift in his bed.
( Looking over curiously, Simon eyed the guy for a moment and then raised an eyebrow... )
Word Count | 2,459
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drivemystick[Follows THIS, THIS and THIS]
Simon was beginning to wonder just what the fuck he did for his luck to have gone down the shitter like this. As if being in traction and having nurses hanging around left and right, affording very little privacy, some electric fault in his room leading to the defibrillator something or other meant he had to be put into another room with another patient. His protests that he wasn't planning on having a heart attack anytime soon and wouldn't need the electricity went unheard. It was an occupational health and safety issue. Telling them he wasn't an employee, so it didn't matter, didn't work either. So, now here he was, in a double room with another dude. He couldn't even score on a sexy chick with nice tits for a room mate. All he had was a pigeon sitting on the windowsill looking at him funny and about a blink away from giving him a paranoia complex. He only broke his eye contact with the evil bird that he was trying to stare out when the other occupant in the room groaned and started to shift in his bed.
( Looking over curiously, Simon eyed the guy for a moment and then raised an eyebrow... )
Word Count | 2,459
