Post by Seek on Aug 22, 2009 3:50:01 GMT 10
Title: Stubborn
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: #9, two of a kind
Words: 250 words
Summary: Duke Baird’s waiting room was not normally crowded. And even when it was, patients proceeded in orderly fashion, so when he heard shouting, he could not help looking in.
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Duke Baird’s waiting room was not normally crowded. And even when it was, patients proceeded in orderly fashion, so when he heard shouting, he could not help looking in.
“Mindelan, I insist-“
“With all due respect, sir, my-“
“I am not going to drop dead on the spot, Mindelan, and a warrior obeys orders-“
“My lord, you cannot see out of that eye, and your leg was laid open to the bone- that’s hardly-“
“Mindelan, that bandage of yours is red. As your commanding officer-“
“Gods above, will the two of you just stop trying to be the better St-…stoic!” That, was almost definitely Neal. And it seemed time under Alanna still hadn’t improved his tongue much. Nor his patience (or lack thereof).
The door flew open then, and Neal, green eyes blazing (Baird knew his son had an affection for unnecessary dramatics) stormed into the room, dragging a reluctant Lady Knight behind him.
“I’m sorry, your Grace,” She began, but Neal cut her off.
“I can’t take it anymore!” He declared. “Only the two of them would both get wounded in battle and still sit in the healer’s waiting room and dicker about who should go first- in a palace full of healers!”
Neal moved into the other examination room, with traces of muttering about ‘unthinking, idiotic conservatives’ and ‘mad girls who wanted to be Stumps’, leaving Baird to deal with an equally reluctant Wyldon of Cavall. And between the two of them, the Queenscove healers had it sorted.
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: #9, two of a kind
Words: 250 words
Summary: Duke Baird’s waiting room was not normally crowded. And even when it was, patients proceeded in orderly fashion, so when he heard shouting, he could not help looking in.
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Duke Baird’s waiting room was not normally crowded. And even when it was, patients proceeded in orderly fashion, so when he heard shouting, he could not help looking in.
“Mindelan, I insist-“
“With all due respect, sir, my-“
“I am not going to drop dead on the spot, Mindelan, and a warrior obeys orders-“
“My lord, you cannot see out of that eye, and your leg was laid open to the bone- that’s hardly-“
“Mindelan, that bandage of yours is red. As your commanding officer-“
“Gods above, will the two of you just stop trying to be the better St-…stoic!” That, was almost definitely Neal. And it seemed time under Alanna still hadn’t improved his tongue much. Nor his patience (or lack thereof).
The door flew open then, and Neal, green eyes blazing (Baird knew his son had an affection for unnecessary dramatics) stormed into the room, dragging a reluctant Lady Knight behind him.
“I’m sorry, your Grace,” She began, but Neal cut her off.
“I can’t take it anymore!” He declared. “Only the two of them would both get wounded in battle and still sit in the healer’s waiting room and dicker about who should go first- in a palace full of healers!”
Neal moved into the other examination room, with traces of muttering about ‘unthinking, idiotic conservatives’ and ‘mad girls who wanted to be Stumps’, leaving Baird to deal with an equally reluctant Wyldon of Cavall. And between the two of them, the Queenscove healers had it sorted.
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!