Buckley's Chance_Level 5Waking up without a hangover was becoming routine for me, which was creepy. Especially since we'd had a little celebratory lunch after I'd gotten the stitches out. Too bad Squid couldn't gohe'd had to sneak out just to meet us at the hospital, and I didn't know what he'd gone home to deal with. I doubted it was CNN's style of scary, but for a timid kid, just getting yelled at was probably hell.
Still, he'd called Riley in the evening, said he'd be over in the afternoon. She hadn't told me any more than that, but the kid had my cell number. If he wanted me to personally know something, he'd tell me.
I dragged myself out of the bed, running my hand along the wall until I found the light switch. My alarm clock claimed it was 6:30, and it was backed up by the fact that the window was not helping the light bulb. I pulled a shirt on, debated the question of pants, then found a pair and allowed
Inevitable XVIIIHe didn't interrupt me, even once. Granted, I didn't use many words, just... about Robin. And about the baby. Van's baby. M-m-mmmy baby. But when I finished that first part, the one that I was sure would make him freak out right through the damn wall, Van just bit his lip and looked past my shoulder. His nose twitched slightly, and the arm lying across his stomach relaxed.
My own stomach was rotating in several lurching directions, doing everything but moving me around with it. I swallowed hard. Any second now, he was gonna blow up, or cry. All those hormones and things. Babies caused those, didn't they?
I had to tell him the rest, I knew I had to tell him. That was part of it, after all. If I let him just go through this, I'd never ever know if he hadn't just done it because he didn't know he didn't have to. Because I had kept my m
Buckley's Chance_Level 4What a nice kid. I had to hand it to him, he had a cool head in a difficult place. Of course, I was arctic, but that was all part of not giving a shit. No one else held that particular view in this situation, and that was a wonderful thing. Riley had taken care of my paperworkI assumed this because she was the only person who knew I was in the hospital and also knew my first name. People who knew my first name were in short supply.
They'd stitched me up really quickly, and now my hand looked like a very short scene from Kenneth Branagh's production of Frankenstein. The good one with all the beautiful people who actually knew how to read. No Igor, just a phone on the depressing little table. And an IV.
The blood transfusion had been fun. It had been a long time since I'd gotten a lecture from a nurse four times my size. This one was apparently called Penny Wallace.&
Buckley's Chance_Level 3On the whole, I hadn't expected it get this organized. Generally, when I had crazy ideas like this, aided and buffed by a friend or not, it blew over in a couple of hours, often because I'd completed it. This was a larger undertaking than seeing if I could write a random insult generator. That was a solo job, for one, unless you were really ambitious or really slow.
Now I was sitting at the kitchen table with darker bags under my eyes, clutching a cup of coffee and looking around at the people that I mostly didn't know. The coffee reminded me that Jussi hadn't come around, which didn't give me the prim trickle of haha-so-there that I would have anticipated.
The kid with the red and white Mario mushroom on the chest of his hoodie seemed to be used to late nights, and the really young kid with awesome hair had obviously gone to bed at a reasonable hour and woken up at an equally reasonable houralthough judging by the grayness of his compl
Buckley's Chance_Level 2I was the only person in the world who could wake up with a hangover and still pass a certification test. Some might have called it arrogant to anticipate victory before I'd even left the house, but I really wanted to celebrate with someone I actually liked, so I had called Riley as soon as I'd kicked Jussi out of my house. She was a little strange, but in that fascinating way that made you want her to stick around instead of the opposite.
Not many people struck me that way. It seemed the kind of thing I should take advantage of when I could. Which was why I was standing naked in front of my closet and trying to decide between the two clean shirts I had that I would actually wear when Gran was not visiting.
Of course, I could go without one, but most places forced shirts on people, even the more disreputable bars. It took a lot of driving to find any of those anyway. I scratched my stomach and smiled down at myself.