He's Going to Cry
By popular demand...i have given you a second chapter. This is the last chapter, sadly. Anyone who really wants a certain thing written about this 'friendship' is free to ask me. I'll probably oblige. Reviews really help...nice big ego stroke.
Buffy had settled into her wheelchair, she had just given Nancy his instructions, and Perry was wheeling her down the hall at top speed. Identical smirks on their faces, everyone in the hospital steered out of their way, not wanting to get steam rolled by the rather maniacal pair.
Buffy squealed as Perry took one of the corners rather quickly and narrowly missed Bob, as Dr. Cox affectionately called him.
The screeched to a halt in front of the window, taking the bucket from the handle, he uncovered their ‘treat’ for J.D.
Perry opened the second floor window and checked his watch, “Okay, Nancy should be there in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. You better be good at throwing.”
Buffy carefully stood up and hobbled over to the window, cradling her balloon, she watched in amusement as the sprinklers turned on. She giggled as J.D. danced around, trying not to get wet. Buffy winced, “He looks like he’s going to pee his pants.”
Cox snorted as he looked at her, “I think you might be right, he does this funny little dance when he needs to use the potty, but I’ve put the ‘Out of Order’ sign up.”
Buffy glanced at him, “Ready?”
Perry grinned, “Ready.”
As one, they lobbed the balloons at the target, they splattered all over him, leaving him dripping in brown stuff.
“Oh, I think this is it Buffy. Yep, he’s going to cry!”
Sure enough, Nancy started to tear up and sob loudly, dejectedly walking towards the parking lot.
Perry grinned and he and Buffy high-fived, “I think that was the best use of chocolate sauce ever.”
Buffy smiled, “Yeah, I just wish we had caught that on video. This place have security cameras?”
A slow grin spread across his face, “Why yes…yes it does.”
Sitting back in her wheelchair, they sped away to get the evidence of their days work. They proceeded to broadcast the tape over the television in the lobby to everyone’s amusement.
Buffy and Perry just sat in his office, both wishing that her stay didn’t have to end.
Buffy sighed, “I should get hit by cars more often.”
Perry patted her hand, “Good news is, you can visit, and we can lock Newbie in the janitors closet next time.”
Both were thrown into a new round of laughter, neither ceasing, even though Bob was glaring at them through the glass.