Escape Attempt Redux.

[onlyforthedream]

My respect for the doctors who have so painstakingly guarded my significant injuries from infection is immense, as is my gratitude, but enough is enough. I'm getting out of this clinic. In three days it'll have been twenty since I arrived, and I haven't spent a one of them outside yet. Aside from a few brief, stolen strolls down the compound hallway and one foray onto the front stoop with Bucky, it's been seventeen days of reading, fielding visitors and playing cards, and I may be a veteran but I'm not ready for a life of retirement yet.

I know when Dr. Grey will be coming in- I know all of the doctors' schedules, now- so when she is I've made sure I'm sitting perfectly upright and at my leisure, notebook and pen in hand. My shoulder is still miles away from back to normal, and the healing incision along my ribcage has a ways to go as well, but I know myself. I need to start some kind of physical therapy regime, need to get on my feet. Lying here isn't going to do me any more good it's just going to make me go stir crazy. The risk of infection has to be passed, and the only reason I'm still here is caution.

Which I appreciate, but God almighty, I have got to get out of here.

"Dr. Grey," I say, smiling, easily slipping my pen between the notebook's pages and closing it with one hand.

"Good afternoon."

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[onlyforthedream.livejournal.com]

"Thank you, that's good to know." Sitting back a little, I can't stop from smiling again, a little more.

"Do I have to sign anything?"

[drownondryland]

Meredith grins and shakes her head. "Our clinic's about as simple as it gets," she says wryly. "No signature needed, since you're not leaving against advice. Which I guess means you're free to go."