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It was one of the longest operations Malcolm has had to conduct since his arrival in Milliways. But Bill Pardy is resting and healing in a clean bed in the infirmary now.

Malcolm is dead on his feet (he has to smirk a little as he thinks that), but he decides to stay until Bill comes out of the anesthesia.

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[wheelsy_sheriff]

"I don't read much." He admits, "But I guess it'd be somethin to do. Pass the time."

Which would be nice because it feels like he's going to be here awhile.

[justdidntseeit]

"It might help," she nods. "Any preferences?"

Something with lots of pictures, maybe? Travel or photography books and magazines?

She might have to draw a line if he says Playboy.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"Sports, somethin outdoors that ain't huntin?" He shrugs.

"Maybe somethin funny? I like Calvin an Hobbes." He admits with some embarrasment.

[justdidntseeit]

She nods, and the Calvin and Hobbes admission gets a wide smile.

"I'll see what Bar can do — and I'll let you get some more rest, okay?"

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"Thanks. An yeah, I guess I probably should." Suddenly realizing how worn out he feels. "Thanks for droppin by, you take care."

[justdidntseeit]

"Don't worry about it," she assures him, noting how tired he suddenly looks. "Just get some sleep. I'll check back in later with a survival kit."

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"Alright. See ya." He smiles at her and settles into the pillows, takes a deep breath, winces, and closes his eyes.

[justdidntseeit]

[ooc: Woefully belated tack-on (millitime ftw!); that sound you hear is the mun, facepalming. Though the plot's over, Bill will be bored during recovery, right? *g*]


A few hours later, Kate enters the infirmary and finds Bill sleeping soundly. Careful not to disturb him, she quietly places a copy of Sports Illustrated, an ESPN magazine, and a Calvin and Hobbes hardcover on the small table beside his bed. And, because Bar hasn't lost her sense of humor (especially where Bill is concerned, it seems), there's also a Hello Kitty coloring book and a giant box of Crayolas.

She steps back and watches the steady rise and fall of his chest for a moment, her eyes tracing the bandages there. She can't help but wonder what the Doctor had done to him, what Bill's not telling her.

Get well soon, sheriff.

She leaves as silently as she came in.