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popslash_lollipopsI want hurt-comfort with Chris's poor knees, please. Because JC makes everything feel better.
I posted in my own journal first becausemy knees hurt I'm jetlagged
I posted in my own journal first because
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Date: 2005-11-07 08:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-26 02:22 pm (UTC)~*~*~*~
Chris staggered across the bus, reaching for the bench with outstretched hands. He held on, knuckles white, and forced air through his teeth, hissing breaths as his heart hammered, in perfect sync to the pain that throbbed in his knees. Minutes later and finally he could think about moving, stretching up to find a glass, then stumbled forward when the bus took an unexpected sharp turn.
Knees colliding with the hard cupboard doors, Chris couldn’t help the cry of pain. Folding over, his forehead pressed again the cool bench; he tried to remember how to breathe.
“Are you okay?” The curtain that separated the bunks swept back with a swish and JC crowded into the small kitchen area.
“I’m fine.” Swallowing hard, Chris pushed himself upright, shaking off JC’s hold. “I said I’m fine.”
“Yeah, right.” Obviously not believing a word, JC stepped back, and looked Chris up and down, worry apparent in his expression.
“Look, I’m okay. Promise.” Trying to show how fine he really was, Chris took a hesitant step, ignoring the pain that radiated from his knees. Grimly determined, he aimed for the couch, his messy nest of pillows and blankets seemingly miles away.
”What were you doing anyway?” JC hovered close, well within catching distance as he darted forward to shake out a blanket, dislodging ice packs that thumped to the floor.
“I was thirsty, still am.”
“You could have asked.” Immune to Chris’ answering glare, JC cupped his hand under Chris’ calf. “You ready?”
Nodding in resigned reply, Chris twisted in place, letting JC lift his legs onto cushions carefully placed to support his knees.
“All you had to do was ask.” JC arranged the ice packs and glanced at Chris. “I said I’d help.”
“I know.” Chris shrugged, and lay back against the pile of cushions. Legs throbbing as JC pulled free a bottle lying in a mess of magazines, games cartridges and wrappers abandoned on the floor.
“Here.” JC shook out two pills that Chris swallowed dry. “You’re an idiot, you know that.”
“Sure pick on the sick guy.”
“I thought you were fine?” JC cleared a space with his foot, and sat on the floor, one arm pressed against Chris’ side.
“I was.” JC frowned, and Chris backtracked with a smile. “At least I am now.”
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Date: 2006-01-26 03:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-26 04:38 pm (UTC)I figured it would chop down the request list some ;)
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Date: 2006-01-26 06:59 pm (UTC)I want someone to notice me limping around in pain and take care of me sometimes. Can I have a JC? Just for a while.
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Date: 2006-01-29 11:00 am (UTC)Sure you can have JC! I'll send him over right now! Just don't keep him long or Chris will cry ;)
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Date: 2006-01-30 04:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-31 01:06 am (UTC)I figured JC would be a pro at taking care of Chris :)
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Date: 2006-01-31 04:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-30 05:40 pm (UTC)*looks at JC*
*envies Chris*
FABULOUS Job, Terri-luv.
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Date: 2006-01-31 01:07 am (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2006-02-01 08:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-24 10:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-10 06:32 am (UTC)