Cabin Fever [Open to Wash's friends]

[unrecovered]

[Wash sat on his bed, legs crossed at the ankle, arms folded, staring at the wall. There was exactly one book in the room, and he'd finished it yesterday. No point in rereading it - not when he could remember the whole thing down to the goddamn word if he wanted to. The network was fairly quiet. There was no TV or radio in here. He was bored out of his goddamn mind and had been for - he checked the clock - the past two hours, at least.]

[Bed rest was bullshit.]

[Bones had insisted, and when Wash had insisted he was well enough to at least walk around the damn apartment, Bones had lifted him straight off the floor with his magic and hauled him back down the hall. There was no arguing with that.]

[Well, no, there was plenty of arguing with that. There was just no winning.]

[So he was stuck in his room, rapidly running out of distractions and reduced to staring at the wall. Great. Just great.]

Comments

[jonesiseverywhere]

You and me both, bro.

[It was cool that he had a device that he could just point at you and go 'here's what's wrong' just...as long as he wasn't using it on Casey.]

Ahhh, I get mad about a lot of stuff but Raph is just kinda pissed off at everything all the time.

...Guy you're talkin' about sounds more like his brother.

[Admittedly, he doesn't know how good Mikey is with throwing axes.]

[unrecovered]

That sounds healthy.

[That is some serious pot and kettle on his part. Oh well. He raises an eyebrow.]

Which brother?

[jonesiseverywhere]

[No comment. No verbal comment. Just a raised eyebrow. Sure, Wash, whatever you say.]

Mikey. I told you about him, right, the one with the nunchucks? Once saw him take out a mutant rat by throwin' his pet cat at it.