((Contains material of an adult nature.))
Saturday 18th October, 2014
The morning after the accident at the Shanachie found Jon lying in bed, sleeping off whatever magic Aran had bespelled him with the night before. The magic had helped with the pain and helped him sleep, but it was morning now, and with consciousness came the memory of what had happened the night before. Jon groaned as the first rays of sunlight found the backs of his eyelids, and the throbbing in his leg made itself known. "Vicki?" he called, groggily. Maybe he hadn't broken his leg, after all. Maybe it had all been some strange dream.
He'd somehow managed to sleep through Cosmo waking Vicki up for his walk, and the morning chaos that was feeding both the children, though his wife would probably suggest that was a good thing. Whatever Arandir - not Reindeer - had done last night, it had obviously helped Jon sleep, which was the main thing. By the time he woke up, she was ready for him, waiting with breakfast and some hardcore painkillers. "Morning, sunshine," she smiled, moving to sit on the edge of the bed, leaning over to kiss him sweetly. "How do you feel?"
It seemed a little too quiet, and he wondered what time it was and how late he'd slept. The first thing that occurred to him was that he needed to call Mataya and explain what had happened and hope she didn't get angry. "Groggy," he admitted as he tried to push himself up to a sit against the pillows with a soft groan. "Like I got the crap beat out of me. What happened?" It was all a little foggy.
"Long story short, you fell and cracked your shin bone," Vicki told him gently, moving to help ease him up until he was upright against the pillows she stacked behind him. "Mataya already knows, I called her this morning. And there's a doctor coming in a couple of hours to examine you properly and find out if we can get you Healed up. Otherwise, it looks like you're doing the red carpet in a splint this time, stud muffin."
From the scowl on his face, he didn't look too happy about this latest development. "Don't be ridiculous, Vicki. This is Rhy'Din. I'm sure a healer will be able to patch me up lickety-split!" He started to chuckle, but just the slight effort of trying to get comfortable on the bed made him wince in discomfort. "Where are the kids?" he asked, changing the subject and feeling a little embarrassed about his situation. He hadn't even been wearing heels this time!
"Magic doesn't solve everything, love," she pointed out, handing him a glass of water and a couple of tablets. "Take those, and then you need to eat something." She moved to bring the tray over, raising the cover off the plate to reveal a full cooked breakfast. "Ben is with Mataya and Oscar, and Fliss stole Emily to spend an hour or two with her and Lyneth," she added in explanation, smoothing his curls back off his brow. "Cosmo is refusing to leave the living room."
Jon winced again, not at the glass of water and tablets or the breakfast in front of him, but the thought that his dog, of all things, had been banished to the living room. "What did I do' Kick him in my sleep?" Jon asked, curiously before popping the pills in mouth and washing them down with a gulp of water, only thinking to ask once he had swallowed them, "What did I just take?"
"Codeine," she told him. Honesty was the best policy after all. "It's strong enough to keep you from being in discomfort for a couple of days, at least. You need to eat with it, though." Laying the tray securely over his lap, she rested herself beside him, not stupid enough to offer to feed her injured husband as well. "As for Cosmo' He jumped on you at four o'clock this morning and tried to pull the splint off. We had words."
"Oh," he replied with a frown on both counts, though more about Cosmo than about the pills. "Are these gonna make me groggy?" he asked, assuming they would but needing confirmation. "What did Mataya say?" he asked, as he picked up a fork to poke at his eggs. He didn't really mind being spoiled by his wife, but even Jon wouldn't stoop to being asked to be fed.
"A little, but not too much," Vicki assured him about the pills. "'Taya's unsinkable, you know that. She just offered to pay for the healer." She snorted with laughter, amused by his best friend's response to the news that he had been injured in her theater yet again. "She did mutter something about her theater not being a wrestling venue, though."
"Wrestling?" he asked, taking up a bit of egg on his fork and shoveling it into his mouth. "I tripped!" He paused a moment to chew, the memory of what had happened the night before coming slowly back to him. "Is Carina okay?" he asked, with a look of concern.
Vicki shrugged one shoulder. "She had a bad second act," she told her husband, knowing he wasn't going to be happy about it. "But they did schedule a little time this morning for her to run the scenes that worry her through with Whatshisname, your understudy. That, and Arandir took her home. I don't think those two are going to be just friends for much longer."
"What's his name?" Jon chuckled. "You mean Vulcan Daniels?" Jon couldn't help but chuckle a little more at the name. "Who names their kid Vulcan?" Well, at least, he was in good spirits - for now. "Arandir..." Jon had to think about that name a moment. "Oh! The singer that Mataya won't stop gushing about. She can't wait to cast him in Mamma Mia. You know, he's never been on stage before." He sighed. "I hope she knows what she's doing."
"Well, Josh has the first week as Sky, and then Arandir takes over, rather than throw him into a strong role right off the bat," Vicki assured him affectionately. "And don't stop eating. You are going to be coddled, Jonathan Granger, whether you like it or not. I did hear plans for a present for Daddy because he isn't well."
The mention of a present from one of his children banished all the worries from his head, a smile on his face at the thought of his children. "Oh' What's my EmilyWemily making her poor injured father?" he asked, curiously as he took up a slice of bacon to crunch on.
"Well, she's spending the morning with a firestarter and a Fae, your guess is as good as mine," his redhead laughed fondly. She trusted Fliss with Emily, especially since Liv and Johnny weren't likely to be far away. Lyneth, she was still a little wary of, but that little madam liked fun too much to jeopardize her chance to play with the babies.
Jon knew who his wife was referring to without explanation. He trusted both Fliss and Lyneth, and like Vicki, knew Liv and Johnny wouldn't be far away. "So long as Johnny doesn't sky-write me a message to Get Well Soon," he remarked with a grin. He had no memory of Johnny being there last night, having been too out of it to remember much of anything but the fall itself. "Did Arandir ever explain what he did to me?"
Saturday 18th October, 2014
The morning after the accident at the Shanachie found Jon lying in bed, sleeping off whatever magic Aran had bespelled him with the night before. The magic had helped with the pain and helped him sleep, but it was morning now, and with consciousness came the memory of what had happened the night before. Jon groaned as the first rays of sunlight found the backs of his eyelids, and the throbbing in his leg made itself known. "Vicki?" he called, groggily. Maybe he hadn't broken his leg, after all. Maybe it had all been some strange dream.
He'd somehow managed to sleep through Cosmo waking Vicki up for his walk, and the morning chaos that was feeding both the children, though his wife would probably suggest that was a good thing. Whatever Arandir - not Reindeer - had done last night, it had obviously helped Jon sleep, which was the main thing. By the time he woke up, she was ready for him, waiting with breakfast and some hardcore painkillers. "Morning, sunshine," she smiled, moving to sit on the edge of the bed, leaning over to kiss him sweetly. "How do you feel?"
It seemed a little too quiet, and he wondered what time it was and how late he'd slept. The first thing that occurred to him was that he needed to call Mataya and explain what had happened and hope she didn't get angry. "Groggy," he admitted as he tried to push himself up to a sit against the pillows with a soft groan. "Like I got the crap beat out of me. What happened?" It was all a little foggy.
"Long story short, you fell and cracked your shin bone," Vicki told him gently, moving to help ease him up until he was upright against the pillows she stacked behind him. "Mataya already knows, I called her this morning. And there's a doctor coming in a couple of hours to examine you properly and find out if we can get you Healed up. Otherwise, it looks like you're doing the red carpet in a splint this time, stud muffin."
From the scowl on his face, he didn't look too happy about this latest development. "Don't be ridiculous, Vicki. This is Rhy'Din. I'm sure a healer will be able to patch me up lickety-split!" He started to chuckle, but just the slight effort of trying to get comfortable on the bed made him wince in discomfort. "Where are the kids?" he asked, changing the subject and feeling a little embarrassed about his situation. He hadn't even been wearing heels this time!
"Magic doesn't solve everything, love," she pointed out, handing him a glass of water and a couple of tablets. "Take those, and then you need to eat something." She moved to bring the tray over, raising the cover off the plate to reveal a full cooked breakfast. "Ben is with Mataya and Oscar, and Fliss stole Emily to spend an hour or two with her and Lyneth," she added in explanation, smoothing his curls back off his brow. "Cosmo is refusing to leave the living room."
Jon winced again, not at the glass of water and tablets or the breakfast in front of him, but the thought that his dog, of all things, had been banished to the living room. "What did I do' Kick him in my sleep?" Jon asked, curiously before popping the pills in mouth and washing them down with a gulp of water, only thinking to ask once he had swallowed them, "What did I just take?"
"Codeine," she told him. Honesty was the best policy after all. "It's strong enough to keep you from being in discomfort for a couple of days, at least. You need to eat with it, though." Laying the tray securely over his lap, she rested herself beside him, not stupid enough to offer to feed her injured husband as well. "As for Cosmo' He jumped on you at four o'clock this morning and tried to pull the splint off. We had words."
"Oh," he replied with a frown on both counts, though more about Cosmo than about the pills. "Are these gonna make me groggy?" he asked, assuming they would but needing confirmation. "What did Mataya say?" he asked, as he picked up a fork to poke at his eggs. He didn't really mind being spoiled by his wife, but even Jon wouldn't stoop to being asked to be fed.
"A little, but not too much," Vicki assured him about the pills. "'Taya's unsinkable, you know that. She just offered to pay for the healer." She snorted with laughter, amused by his best friend's response to the news that he had been injured in her theater yet again. "She did mutter something about her theater not being a wrestling venue, though."
"Wrestling?" he asked, taking up a bit of egg on his fork and shoveling it into his mouth. "I tripped!" He paused a moment to chew, the memory of what had happened the night before coming slowly back to him. "Is Carina okay?" he asked, with a look of concern.
Vicki shrugged one shoulder. "She had a bad second act," she told her husband, knowing he wasn't going to be happy about it. "But they did schedule a little time this morning for her to run the scenes that worry her through with Whatshisname, your understudy. That, and Arandir took her home. I don't think those two are going to be just friends for much longer."
"What's his name?" Jon chuckled. "You mean Vulcan Daniels?" Jon couldn't help but chuckle a little more at the name. "Who names their kid Vulcan?" Well, at least, he was in good spirits - for now. "Arandir..." Jon had to think about that name a moment. "Oh! The singer that Mataya won't stop gushing about. She can't wait to cast him in Mamma Mia. You know, he's never been on stage before." He sighed. "I hope she knows what she's doing."
"Well, Josh has the first week as Sky, and then Arandir takes over, rather than throw him into a strong role right off the bat," Vicki assured him affectionately. "And don't stop eating. You are going to be coddled, Jonathan Granger, whether you like it or not. I did hear plans for a present for Daddy because he isn't well."
The mention of a present from one of his children banished all the worries from his head, a smile on his face at the thought of his children. "Oh' What's my EmilyWemily making her poor injured father?" he asked, curiously as he took up a slice of bacon to crunch on.
"Well, she's spending the morning with a firestarter and a Fae, your guess is as good as mine," his redhead laughed fondly. She trusted Fliss with Emily, especially since Liv and Johnny weren't likely to be far away. Lyneth, she was still a little wary of, but that little madam liked fun too much to jeopardize her chance to play with the babies.
Jon knew who his wife was referring to without explanation. He trusted both Fliss and Lyneth, and like Vicki, knew Liv and Johnny wouldn't be far away. "So long as Johnny doesn't sky-write me a message to Get Well Soon," he remarked with a grin. He had no memory of Johnny being there last night, having been too out of it to remember much of anything but the fall itself. "Did Arandir ever explain what he did to me?"