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Dr. Chris Deleo // Dr C.
13 October 2010 @ 06:52 pm
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Chris knew he really shouldn't be that surprised when he woke up and found himself on the floor. He was though. It was a rude shock, and really not part of his evil escape plan. All he remembered was making it to his front door, seeing Rick... and then two Ricks, and now waking up doing a good imitation of a welcome mat. Rick was crouching over him, looking like he was about to try and give him a small smack on the cheek to wake him up, but Chris grabbed his hand. "Hey... hey... no sibling abuse. That's against the rules," he stated woozily. The floor seemed to feel really nice, actually. He was horizontal, and that just felt good. He blinked slowly, trying to get the room to stop spinning. "Okay, I'm just going to assess the state of the carpet for a little bit longer, and then I'm gonna get up, and we'll never mention this again," he decided.

A brief couple of moments passed before Chris glanced up at his brother and then groaned, slapping a hand over his eyes. "No... no, don't. Don't give me that look. I've been getting that friggen look all morning, and I don't want it. Stop. Right now. Stop. I mean it. I just need to get inside and things will be awesome."

Rick had been shocked to see his brother standing at the door, but the moment Chris went down, Rick was just concerned...Collapse )

Word Count | 5,917
Current Location: Miami, Florida
Current Mood: uncomfortableWoozy
Dr. Chris Deleo // Dr C.
10 October 2010 @ 12:32 am
10.4. "When in doubt, make a fool of yourself. There is a microscopically thin line between being brilliantly creative and acting like the most gigantic idiot on earth. So what the hell, leap."
Cynthia Heimel

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With just a hint of passing guilt, Chris pulled the sleeve of his hoodie down over the hospital ID band still on his wrist, but it wasn’t enough to get the cab driver to turn around and take him back. In fact, not even a heard of wild cranky gorillas with chainsaws would probably even manage that now he had his break for freedom. He knew the fact he was feeling less than well wasn’t enough. He closed his eyes to the passing Miami scenery and rested his head back against the seat of the cab. Even just the simple tasks of removing all the IVs and tubing, getting himself dressed and packing his things into his overnight bag had him exhausted. What had him even more, exhausted, however, was blatantly arguing against Sable & Co’s doctors orders that he not be discharged yet. He didn’t care, and he wasn’t going to listen. In the end, he literally had to resort to growling at them and swearing to just get them to shut up. He was discharging against advice, and he knew they weren’t all thick enough to understand what that meant. The only regret he had in his verbal abuse was when he caught Aimee’s gaze from where she was standing at the back of the bunch looking much like she had just worked through a month of twelve hour shifts. She obviously didn’t approve, and when he insisted he was still going despite all their ‘advice’, she just looked away and was the first to leave his room ahead of the pack.

With Serena at work, and no other visitors, Chris was taking the chance to get the hell out of that place...Collapse )

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Current Mood: determineddetermined
Dr. Chris Deleo // Dr C.
26 September 2010 @ 05:58 pm
9.7. “I think positive emotion trumps negative emotion every time.”

Co-written with surgeonshands
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Dave actually paused outside of the hospital room, looking down at the floor and biting on his lip to brace himself for a few moments. It was stupid, but he couldn’t explain much of anything at the moment. Instead, he just sucked in a small breath and then took the last few steps into the room shared by Chris and Rick, knocking softly on the door. “Hey, dude,” he greeted his friend quietly, forcing a small smile with a wave at Chris, who was sitting in his bed examining the IV cannula in the back of his hand. Rick wasn’t in the second bed, but Dave could hear a shower running in the bathroom, so he managed to connect the dots. He didn’t know what it was that Bella said to convince him to drop by to see Chris on his way out, but here he was. “I finally get you awake, huh?”

Chris had stilled in surprise, blinking...Collapse )

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Current Mood: surprisedsurprised
Dr. Chris Deleo // Dr C.
21 September 2010 @ 02:37 pm
Chris couldn't believe it was time for another meal again. He still felt full from the last time, and now there was more food in front of him. He had woken up to a kitchen staff member sliding the tray onto his bed table and now he was looking at the cover of the tray suspiciously. If there was porridge under there, he would pitch a fit. Someone would end up with it up their ass, no question. There was a few more moments of giving the tray the evil eyeball before he looked over at Rick, forehead creased curiously to try and suss out what his brother had on the menu. Only, he found Rick already smirking at him and creating a shield around his own tray with his arm so Chris couldn't see. "Hey!" Chris immediately protested. "That's not fair. That's... cheating!"

"No, it's preventing another brotherly pouting fit," Rick explained with another smirk. He picked up his fork to poke at his chicken something-or-other just in case porridge was about to come pouring out of it. Chris wasn't the only ones with sludgy porridge nightmares. "Just stick to your own food, bro. Better you don't know what it is your missing."

"This is not food, this is... is... " Chris struggled to take the lid off the tray and ended up dropping it on the floor. He was about to get pissed off at the fact when he looked at what was on offer for dinner. "Oh, hey. Vegetable soup. I can deal with that. Ice creeeeeeeeam," he added and picked up the small tub with a grin. "Dairy and sugar free chocolate, but not porridge. I would do a happy dance if I could, you know, move without ripping my bladder out by the roots."

Rick relaxed when he saw Chris was actually pleased with his dinner and took his arm away so he was no longer hiding his own meal and could pick up the knife to start eating...Collapse )

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Current Mood: okayokay
Dr. Chris Deleo // Dr C.
18 September 2010 @ 09:18 pm
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Chris was in Sulk 101 mode, and had been most of the morning. Though it wasn't technically a sulk, it was just more a slightly freaked out bewilderment with an aggravation at the whole being a patient thing. He really had fallen asleep in the ICU after a nurse took yet more blood from him for monitoring, and when he woke up, he was in a room with Rick sitting up in a parallel bed watching him. In fact, he had literally shrieked in surprise when he woke up, and it took a few minutes for him to get his bearings, along with a hasty explanation from Rick regarding what had happened. Chris still had the heart monitor on and oxygen in his nose, but all the other added ICU extras were gone. They were also beginning to coax him to eat so he could use the bathroom again, a sure sign he was back on the road to recovery. Of course, Chris had a stubborn streak and was hating what they were trying to offer him.

He was just sitting there chatting to Serena on his laptop when he looked up over the top of the screen and found her standing in the doorway. Rick wasn't in his bed. Bella had come a little earlier and talen him out to one of the balconies for some fresh fair, which left Chris alone to sulk again. He hadn't been sure where Serena was, except that Rick had mentioned she would be back soon. Now she was here and he broke into a smile. "Ahhhh, you're trying to fuck with my head even more, aren't you?" he joked, pointing at her with the hand that had the IV lines in it. He would be glad to get rid of them.

Serena started to laugh as she tucked her iPhone into her pocket and came over to ruffle Chris' hair and kiss his lips softly...Collapse )

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Current Mood: okayokay