Title: Loss of Balance

Disclaimer: Don't own. Just playing.
Rating: G

Summary: See, having a summary implies that there's a plot. I looked all over but found no plot; hence, no summary.
Spoilers: Nope

She's a lot less irritating when she's asleep, though she's just as interesting; her right hand, lying on top of a stack of charts, twitches every thirty seconds or so. So far, it's moved ten times.

She doesn't snore, either, and your mind decides that's a good thing before your brain can catch up and demand why it's good. Your mind (that ever-treacherous entity) retreats from the question.

Now you're pissed (though you refuse to acknowledge why), and you decide to wake her up. After all, she's sleeping on hospital time; if she were on break, she'd be in the lounge. You tap her leg a few times with your cane, and you're apparently living up to your reputation as a monster because she startles awake with a gasp, and jerks away so abruptly that she loses her balance and falls to the floor.

She stares around in confusion at first; when her sleep-mazed brain registers your presence she spits a curse, as though you shoved her off intentionally (it's not your fault; people who sleep in chairs deserve to fall out of them). You open your mouth, a scathing comment about her lack of grace already formed, when you realize that there's a better way to have fun with her.

You adopt a contrite (you hope) expression and apologize; no sarcasm, no mockery, just a quiet word. Her mouth drops open, then closes again when you offer her your (left) hand. You nobly refrain from comparing her to a fish.

She takes your hand cautiously, like she expects you to let go when she's halfway up. (You would never do that–lawsuits are such a pain).

She actually does most of the work, gripping the desk with her left hand, pushing up with her (whole) legs. Still, it's the thought–in this case the action–that's supposed to count, right?

Once she's upright, she straightens her clothes (she needs to wear that blouse more often) and thanks you in a confused tone. Her expression implies that she's trying to decide if she should call the psych ward.

You wave away her thanks–no big deal, just being friendly–and hobble into your office as though you're routinely considerate (how boring). You spin your chair to face the wall so she can't see your smirk and flip on your iPod.

Screwing with people's heads is so much fun.