Sounds of a Sick Randy, G/R drabble
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wouldbedorothyTitle: Sounds of a Sick Randy
Author: wouldbedorothy (AHS)
Pairing: Gale/Randy
Prompt: Sick.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
freakykat is not feeling the greatest and gave me that prompt and asked me to write her a G/R drabble to make her feel better.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 350
Disclaimer: They've never had this conversation... most likely. Oh, and I stole from everywhere on this, lol. I'll point it out at the end.
Summary: Gale calls Randy, who is under the weather and a bit hopped up on meds, lol.
Sounds of a Sick Randy
by AHS
“Hullo?”
“Rand, hey-”
“Oh, it’s you.” *cough* *wheeze*
“Hello to you, too.”
“Sorry. No, I’m glad it’s you. It’s jus’, I can be sick with you.”
“Sounds like you’re already there.”
“I don’t have to feignd wellndess with you, like I would if you were someoned from my show. Not tha’ show. M’play show.”
“Feignd wellndess?”
“Don’t be meand, Gale, shut up.” *sniffle*
“Ahh, I get it. Like when you say, ‘I’m find,’ it means you’re definitely not fine. You’re a sick puppy, Harrison.”
“Nothing is keeping me off that stage tomorrow but…” *sneeze* “…I shouldn’t have to act when I’m ind my ownd bed.”
“Guess that depends on the quality of the guys you bring home… Ba-dum-bum… chh.”
“Oh my God, you are such a dork… I need to start finding that sad not fundy.” *laugh* *cough* *coughing fit*
“You okay there?”
“…I’m thinking of throwing my head away.”
“No, save it, we’ll make soup.”
“Oh fuck you…” *giggle* *cough* *hack* *sniffly-wheeze* “Laughing does NOT make me feel better, Gale. It just makes my head pound more and my throat hurt more and everything… oogier.”
“Good word.”
“Thank you.”
“Well, I guess what I called for won’t help either.”
“Whad you call for?”
“Phone sex.”
*wheeze* “…That would be a no way ind hell.”
“Drat.”
“Did you really call for phoned sex?”
“Nah, but you sound so sexy when you’re about to hack up a lung, it put it in my head.”
“Couldn’t endyway. Would be weird. The cats have me surrounded.”
“Aw, they’re comforting you.”
“No, don’t be fooled. As soond as I pass out they are going to eat me, I know it.”
“How much Nyquil have you had?”
“Oned adult plus oned twelve and under for good measure.” *unidentified sick sound*
“What the fuck was that? That was like a… snorgle.”
“Good word.”
“Thank you.”
“Sounds like a sex thing. Have we doned that oned?”
“Say goodnight, Randy.”
“Goodnight, Randy!”
“Orange juice, zinc, sleep. And stare at my picture until you are healed.”
“I will.” *cough* “Gale?”
“Yessir?”
“I’ll be better soond. Call back.”
“Yes, sir.”
Author's note: Being surrounded by cats and the concept of ooginess, I got those from stufffreakykat said, which I thought was appropriate, lol. The joke about saving the head to make soup I stole from the brilliant and too short-lived 90's sitcom, Ned & Stacey. The "find"/"fine" bit is only a slight variation of something Ross said on Friends. Yet, through all that pilfering, I feel happily creative. Gale/Randy. It's a miracle. Love you, Kat!
Author: wouldbedorothy (AHS)
Pairing: Gale/Randy
Prompt: Sick.
freakykat is not feeling the greatest and gave me that prompt and asked me to write her a G/R drabble to make her feel better.Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 350
Disclaimer: They've never had this conversation... most likely. Oh, and I stole from everywhere on this, lol. I'll point it out at the end.
Summary: Gale calls Randy, who is under the weather and a bit hopped up on meds, lol.
Sounds of a Sick Randy
by AHS
“Hullo?”
“Rand, hey-”
“Oh, it’s you.” *cough* *wheeze*
“Hello to you, too.”
“Sorry. No, I’m glad it’s you. It’s jus’, I can be sick with you.”
“Sounds like you’re already there.”
“I don’t have to feignd wellndess with you, like I would if you were someoned from my show. Not tha’ show. M’play show.”
“Feignd wellndess?”
“Don’t be meand, Gale, shut up.” *sniffle*
“Ahh, I get it. Like when you say, ‘I’m find,’ it means you’re definitely not fine. You’re a sick puppy, Harrison.”
“Nothing is keeping me off that stage tomorrow but…” *sneeze* “…I shouldn’t have to act when I’m ind my ownd bed.”
“Guess that depends on the quality of the guys you bring home… Ba-dum-bum… chh.”
“Oh my God, you are such a dork… I need to start finding that sad not fundy.” *laugh* *cough* *coughing fit*
“You okay there?”
“…I’m thinking of throwing my head away.”
“No, save it, we’ll make soup.”
“Oh fuck you…” *giggle* *cough* *hack* *sniffly-wheeze* “Laughing does NOT make me feel better, Gale. It just makes my head pound more and my throat hurt more and everything… oogier.”
“Good word.”
“Thank you.”
“Well, I guess what I called for won’t help either.”
“Whad you call for?”
“Phone sex.”
*wheeze* “…That would be a no way ind hell.”
“Drat.”
“Did you really call for phoned sex?”
“Nah, but you sound so sexy when you’re about to hack up a lung, it put it in my head.”
“Couldn’t endyway. Would be weird. The cats have me surrounded.”
“Aw, they’re comforting you.”
“No, don’t be fooled. As soond as I pass out they are going to eat me, I know it.”
“How much Nyquil have you had?”
“Oned adult plus oned twelve and under for good measure.” *unidentified sick sound*
“What the fuck was that? That was like a… snorgle.”
“Good word.”
“Thank you.”
“Sounds like a sex thing. Have we doned that oned?”
“Say goodnight, Randy.”
“Goodnight, Randy!”
“Orange juice, zinc, sleep. And stare at my picture until you are healed.”
“I will.” *cough* “Gale?”
“Yessir?”
“I’ll be better soond. Call back.”
“Yes, sir.”
Author's note: Being surrounded by cats and the concept of ooginess, I got those from stuff
freakykat said, which I thought was appropriate, lol. The joke about saving the head to make soup I stole from the brilliant and too short-lived 90's sitcom, Ned & Stacey. The "find"/"fine" bit is only a slight variation of something Ross said on Friends. Yet, through all that pilfering, I feel happily creative. Gale/Randy. It's a miracle. Love you, Kat!
