Abby whimpered, adjusting the ice pack on her cheek. The room spun a little bit and she felt like she had stepped into one of those really trippy 3D movies. Everything looked a little unreal and pop-up book-ish. She closed her eyes and moved the ice pack to the other side. Frowning, she leaned over to the ice cream bucket on the couch next to her.

Her spit had less blood than earlier, but the sight still made her a little queasy. Wiping her mouth with a paper towel ripped from the roll on the floor, she almost grimaced before remembering the stupid stitches in her mouth. She settled for screaming internally.

Wisdom teeth were life's cruelest joke. Seriously. Here she was, reduced to a pathetic mess on the couch because of four stupid teeth.

The pain in her jaw had been numbed to a dull ache thanks to all the pain meds she'd somehow forced herself to swallow, but her stomach rumbled loudly. She groaned, detesting the thought of getting off the sofa. She was so tired. Surgery and pain really took it out of a person.

"Beautiful girl, you look like crap."

Abby glared at him as he leaned over the back of the couch to press a kiss to her forehead. She pinched his arm, hard enough to make him whine, and glared when he did. Hoagie rolled his eyes and grasped her hand instead of retaliating, bringing her knuckles up to his lips before letting go. He climbed over the cushions to join her, catching a glimpse of the 'blood bucket'. He made a face. She just glared at him some more and crossed her arms moodily.

He managed to extract one arm and rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb. "Hey," he murmured. "look at me. Please?" she ignored him, trying unsuccessfully to pull her hand away from his. "Abs," he leaned over and gently tugged on her earlobe. Reluctantly, she met his gaze. "I'm sorry, okay? I know you feel awful. Need anything?"

Abby was about to reply that no, she did not need anything, especially from him, thank you very much, when her growling stomach betrayed her. She moaned with defeat and scribbled on her nearby notepad. "Mac 'n cheese, please."


EDIT: She pulled the story. It was an apparent misunderstanding. Thank you for your time.

Now, about the fic. Long story short, I got my wisdom teeth yanked, it sucked, end of story. Sorry, not in the mood to be clever. I still love you, though.

Love always,

Jess