bite my kryptonite

Andrew’s attention moved from his dog and over to Anya, giving her a soft nod. “At least you’re feeling a little better and hopefully you’ll be able to breathe and get some sleep.” he grinned. “Me?” his eyes went down to his leg before giving a shrug. “It hurts, but I have to go back to the doctor either tomorrow or the day after so he can make sure everything is okay. Then possibly I’ll be able to use the crutches, or even the boot, to go out and walk.” Andrew gave a pause, bringing his foot a little closer to the couch so he could bend his knee more. “He just wants me to keep it as still as possible.” he added quietly and let his eyes fall back on her. 

He let out a small chuckle at her comment after she coughed. “Who knew, right?” he echoed her. “But take it easy there, tiger, don’t cough up a lung.” Andrew noticed her take a look at Recon and his eyes went back down to his comrade who was now laying down right at Andrew’s feet. “Oh no DVDs? You?” Andrew playfully repeated her words, offering her a raised eyebrow and a grin. “it’s ok, I have Netflix.” Hopefully she’d want to watch some movies or some things he hadn’t seen in a long time. If he had to watch another recent movie he may just shoot himself in the head. Andrew’s blue eyes went down to his sides, looking around for the remote until he found it again. “Anything you want to watch in particular?” he asked. “Oh and here,” Andrew grabbed the crutch again and got up to walk over toward his room.

The brunette smiled, moving her gaze down to her bag of sickness essentials for a moment. “Even if I can’t sleep on my own, I have some really good stuff that would knock you right on your ass,” she commented, a teasing tone sneaking its way into her voice. Watching him while he talked, Anya thought about the few times she had broken a bone. It always happened at the least convenient time-- but then again, what time was convenient for breaking something? “I’m sure you’re going stir-crazy not being able to do a lot.” The girl tried catching her breath after her coughing fit, shaking her head as she remarked, “I swear, I’m going to have killer abs by the end of this. You’ll lose all your tone and I’ll be like… Wonder Woman or something.” Thankfully, she was able to contain her laughter so she didn’t throw herself into another coughing spasm.

Anya shrugged, “What can I say? Compared to me, you’re the resident expert on movies.” Nodding lightly at the mention of Netflix, her eyes widened in surprise when he asked her if she wanted to watch something specific. “You’re giving me all the power of the remote?” she questioned, a grin tugging at her lips, “What if I choose something you can’t stand? Would you take it back?” Her smile faded somewhat as he stood up, confused as to what he was getting. Gaze going to the objects Andrew was carrying as he returned, a feeling of relief washed over her when she noticed it was only pillows and blankets. “With that balancing act you have going on, you could easily be the best waiter in town,” she teased, holding the pillow he gave her close to her.

Thankfully Andrew took a shower that morning so he was clean and fresh for company… Well for Anya. She wasn’t feeling well and Andrew offered up that they could be miserable together. At least they’d keep each other sane and a little out of boredom. The pain meds from the morning were still coursing through Andrew and he was going to put off taking another one as much as he could. He didn’t want to fall asleep on Anya or say something strange to her. As of right now, Andrew was laying with his head on Recon’s stomach, Maya was squeezed between him and the couch, and Astor was sprawled out on the floor right against the couch. Maya and Astor were both there for support while Recon was there for protection. He’d bite someone’s hand off if they came too close and hopefully he was used to Anya and wouldn’t growl at her… Who knew.

Eyes trailing up as the door clicked open, Anya felt the corners of her mouth instinctively being tugged upward, an action she usually tried to hide around most people. It wasn't that she hated her smile or anything, she just had an internal power struggle concerning how others affected her emotions. Raising an eyebrow at Andrew's comment about not needing to say hello, she shook her head softly, "I'm pretty sure I can a few words without coughing." She stepped inside his home, adding, "Hi, by the way." As if irony was on a warpath, Anya felt a cough coming on, and she sucked in a breath, letting it out slowly and allowing a temporary fix to her situation. “I don’t even remember the last time I was sick,” she mumbled under her breath, knowing that her talking more didn’t help anything, but still finding the need to.

Asshole. 

Yeah, might as well get sick when you can't do too much anyway. If you want to, I mean, I can drive without any problems. Not like I'll run some kid over.