annoyed. "I find that fucking hard as hell to believe. Ok. So what do we need to do for her?"
That's the last thing she heard before her stomach won the fight. Leaning over the edge of the bed, she saw the trash can he'd left close by, and grabbed it, retching all of the kool-aid in her stomach in a violent heave. Empty, her stomach refused to give in. It heaved again, and she gasped for air, praying for something else to come out. Anything, just so long as it would hurt less.
The gentle hands returned, supporting her as she vowed anything she could think of to make the heaving just stop. Ryan just held her, supporting her enough so that she didn't have to do it herself, until the episode finally ended.
"Lay back," he said softly. "I got ya."
"What time is it?" she asked.
"Almost nine."
She nodded. "How long was I out?"
"A bit. You got any meds?"
"I didn't get them filled," she said. "I had to come to work, and I fell asleep on the couch."
"Fuck," he breathed. "You got the prescription?"
"It's already called in. I left it at home. I'll pick it up in the morning."
"Hey, babe," Colby said, sinking onto the other side of the bed. "Gimme your keys, and I can go grab it."
"Fuck," Mack sighed. "You know too?"
"Yeah, baby. We don't keep secrets. I've been in your crib. Where'd you leave the prescription."
"Grab her some clothes too," Ryan said.
"What?" she muttered, trying to keep up.
"I can do that. C'mon Mack. Comfy clothes, where are they? Prescription?"
"Just drop me off," she said. "I'll take care of it."
"No," Ryan said. "Sorry."
"Let me be a fucking hero," Colby insisted, brushing her hair back. "You don't tell me, I'll fucking find it on my own, and end up all up in your shit."
She sighed. "The bar."
"And the clothes?"
"I'm fine."
"Bull shit," Colby teased. "No way Ryan's letting you puke your guts out alone. You tell me where your clothes are, or you'll be wandering around his place in your panties in a few."
"What?"
"Mack," Ryan said. "Stop being a hard ass."
"There's a basket on my bed. I've got a few things in there."
"Get the script first," Ryan said. "Grab cash out of the till."
"I got it," Colby assured him.
"That shit isn't cheap, man," Ryan said. "Grab a couple big ones, just in case."
"Gotcha. I'll be back in a bit."
She felt his weight leave the bed, but didn't even bother to open her eyes. She was almost asleep when the bed got light again, and she heard Ryan moving around the room. Pulling her eyes open, she watched him grab the can and walk into the bathroom. He still was wearing only the tank, and she could see the spot across his shoulder where the chameleon would fit. Blinking slowly, she realized that it would need to be altered a bit to be perfect, but her eyes didn't open again for a while.
"Nausea meds. Pain meds. More meds. Good god, you gonna be able to get her to keep this down?" Colby asked softly.
"Yeah," Ryan said. "Hard part's going to be to get her to change."
Colby chuckled at that. "My job, bro. I can talk anyone out of her clothes."
"Fuck," Ryan laughed. "Keep telling yourself that, man."
"Yeah. Anyways, I found this too. You want me to come pick her up tomorrow, or take your bike?"
Ryan sighed. "Every day this week? Shit. No I got it."
"Yeah. I'll open."
"I don't give a shit," Ryan said. "Damn it, Colby. If you'd seen her."
"I can imagine, man. You don't have to take this alone, bro. Katie won't care."
"I know," Ryan assured him. "I swear, I'll yell if I need a hand, ok?"
"I'm holding ya to that, bro. Let me get her changed."
"Shower too," Ryan said. "She'll feel better for it."
Mack pulled herself up in bed and rubbed at her face. A few dim lights lit the room and more were shining outside the doors. Colby and Ryan sat on the sofas, both nursing a cup of coffee.
"Hey, sleeping beauty," Colby said, seeing her.
Ryan glanced over
That's the last thing she heard before her stomach won the fight. Leaning over the edge of the bed, she saw the trash can he'd left close by, and grabbed it, retching all of the kool-aid in her stomach in a violent heave. Empty, her stomach refused to give in. It heaved again, and she gasped for air, praying for something else to come out. Anything, just so long as it would hurt less.
The gentle hands returned, supporting her as she vowed anything she could think of to make the heaving just stop. Ryan just held her, supporting her enough so that she didn't have to do it herself, until the episode finally ended.
"Lay back," he said softly. "I got ya."
"What time is it?" she asked.
"Almost nine."
She nodded. "How long was I out?"
"A bit. You got any meds?"
"I didn't get them filled," she said. "I had to come to work, and I fell asleep on the couch."
"Fuck," he breathed. "You got the prescription?"
"It's already called in. I left it at home. I'll pick it up in the morning."
"Hey, babe," Colby said, sinking onto the other side of the bed. "Gimme your keys, and I can go grab it."
"Fuck," Mack sighed. "You know too?"
"Yeah, baby. We don't keep secrets. I've been in your crib. Where'd you leave the prescription."
"Grab her some clothes too," Ryan said.
"What?" she muttered, trying to keep up.
"I can do that. C'mon Mack. Comfy clothes, where are they? Prescription?"
"Just drop me off," she said. "I'll take care of it."
"No," Ryan said. "Sorry."
"Let me be a fucking hero," Colby insisted, brushing her hair back. "You don't tell me, I'll fucking find it on my own, and end up all up in your shit."
She sighed. "The bar."
"And the clothes?"
"I'm fine."
"Bull shit," Colby teased. "No way Ryan's letting you puke your guts out alone. You tell me where your clothes are, or you'll be wandering around his place in your panties in a few."
"What?"
"Mack," Ryan said. "Stop being a hard ass."
"There's a basket on my bed. I've got a few things in there."
"Get the script first," Ryan said. "Grab cash out of the till."
"I got it," Colby assured him.
"That shit isn't cheap, man," Ryan said. "Grab a couple big ones, just in case."
"Gotcha. I'll be back in a bit."
She felt his weight leave the bed, but didn't even bother to open her eyes. She was almost asleep when the bed got light again, and she heard Ryan moving around the room. Pulling her eyes open, she watched him grab the can and walk into the bathroom. He still was wearing only the tank, and she could see the spot across his shoulder where the chameleon would fit. Blinking slowly, she realized that it would need to be altered a bit to be perfect, but her eyes didn't open again for a while.
"Nausea meds. Pain meds. More meds. Good god, you gonna be able to get her to keep this down?" Colby asked softly.
"Yeah," Ryan said. "Hard part's going to be to get her to change."
Colby chuckled at that. "My job, bro. I can talk anyone out of her clothes."
"Fuck," Ryan laughed. "Keep telling yourself that, man."
"Yeah. Anyways, I found this too. You want me to come pick her up tomorrow, or take your bike?"
Ryan sighed. "Every day this week? Shit. No I got it."
"Yeah. I'll open."
"I don't give a shit," Ryan said. "Damn it, Colby. If you'd seen her."
"I can imagine, man. You don't have to take this alone, bro. Katie won't care."
"I know," Ryan assured him. "I swear, I'll yell if I need a hand, ok?"
"I'm holding ya to that, bro. Let me get her changed."
"Shower too," Ryan said. "She'll feel better for it."
Mack pulled herself up in bed and rubbed at her face. A few dim lights lit the room and more were shining outside the doors. Colby and Ryan sat on the sofas, both nursing a cup of coffee.
"Hey, sleeping beauty," Colby said, seeing her.
Ryan glanced over
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