In their present circumstances, she doesn't necessarily see that as a downside. Spending most of their recovery time snuggled up (and occasionally having sex) sounds perfect as they recover.
"Mae is a treasure," Joan agrees with a smile. "I love it when she's yelling at the TV with those superfans."
Ted's a little trepidatious about just helping her to her feet on his own, but he's going to trust that she knows what she's doing. He takes her hands and prepares to help her up when she's ready. He's also very much ready to catch her if she overestimates her strength though.
He does very much appreciate her reassuring him, cause he is internally freaking out just a tiny bit. But he's mostly just trying to be something solid she can hold onto, and hold onto her a bit to steady her.
"Alright," he answers, a bit nervous, but ready to help her sit down. "You wanna pop by the bathroom while we're up and about?" he suggests. Especially if she doesn't want to be carted around while they have guests.
She lets go of one of Ted's arms to grab the arm of the wheelchair and carefully lower herself into it with his help. She nods at the suggestion. She still doesn't love having to be helped in the bathroom, but she still has to go.
At least now she's pretty close to being able to do it herself. There's an end in sight for it.
"Oh, and I had a thought," he says, as he grabs his crutch and hooks it over his arm, so he'll have it even as he wheels her around. "If the weather's nice, how about we go have a picnic in the park tomorrow? You know, we've been cooped up for a while, and it would probably good for us to get some sunlight and fresh air."
His hour in the park earlier had helped him, and made him realise how much he was missing it. It might help with the trapped and restless feelings. And she's strong enough now that it shouldn't be a problem.
"That's a great idea," she says, smiling up at him. "It would be nice to get some fresh air and sunshine."
They've all been cooped up, and it would do them good to get out a little.
"Sitting on the ground might be interesting," she notes. She's stronger, but sitting on the ground takes more strength than sitting in a chair or in bed.
"You could always just sit leaned against me," he suggests with a smile, going to wheel her out to the bathroom, leaning on the wheelchair for support.
"Oh yeah, breads and spreads," Ted answers. "Some charcuterie, you know? Though you don't have to go too fancy, sandwiches are great. You know, Beard and I do Secret Sandwich Switchroo."
"Well basically it's just that we make each other lunch, but what kind of sandwich we make is a surprise," he says with a chuckle. Reaching the bathroom, he parks the wheelchair next to the toilet, then offers his hands to help her to her feet.
Joan chuckles. "That is so you and Beard," she says. She adores the friendship between those two men, the dedication to one another and the clear affection they have for each other. Making each other sandwiches is such a simple example of that.
She grips Ted's hands and carefully stands up out of the wheelchair. The dizziness is a lot less now, which is good. She grips his arm with one hand and carefully works her dress up and her underwear down.
Once she's done, Joan flushes the toilet, and once again gazes at the wheelchair, wondering if she can make it by herself. It's really, really tempting to try. But she manages to rein in her pride once again, knowing that there are few things more embarrassing that dying of a head injury while trying to get off the toilet.
"You know that period early in dating where you're really in love but you're not ready to be aware of your partner's bathroom habits? Totally cool with skipping right past that into just being really in love," he quips.
She smiles at that, grasping his hands and carefully standing. "To be fair, it was kinda foisted on us. But I'm cool with it, too. There's something to be said for being really in love without being hung up on bodily functions."
She manages to get her clothes in decent order, then carefully sits in the wheelchair.
"Yeah, I'm too old to get hung up on bodily functions. And having a kid really gets rid of that stuff," he says with a chuckle, wheeling her over to the sink so she can wash her hands.
"I bet!" she says as he wheels her over. "Having been a doctor helps, too, although there's still some pride there when it comes to yourself." She turns on the water, wets her hands, and starts soaping up. "It's the same dynamic that makes doctors the worst patients."
"That takes a long time," she notes with a smile, drying her hands. "I do still use beeswax hand cream, though." She holds out her hand, showing the nails. "And I keep my nails short. That's how Sherlock knew I had been a surgeon when we met. He saw my nails and smelled the beeswax."
"He's an observant fella, I'll give him that. Maybe too observant," Ted comments with a (somewhat wry) smile. Makes it a little difficult to have secret or keep private things private.
"He can't help being observant. I can't help being observant. We can't choose what we see and what we notice. All we can choose is what we do with that information." She looks up at him. "Like I said before, people don't like to be deduced."
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"Mae is a treasure," Joan agrees with a smile. "I love it when she's yelling at the TV with those superfans."
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"There, all done," he says, and gets to his feet to move the wheelchair into position.
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She smiles, gently touching the braids. "I can't wait to see it!" She holds out her hands for Ted to help her to her feet.
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"I'm good," she says quickly so he doesn't freak out.
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"Alright," he answers, a bit nervous, but ready to help her sit down. "You wanna pop by the bathroom while we're up and about?" he suggests. Especially if she doesn't want to be carted around while they have guests.
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"Sounds good."
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"Oh, and I had a thought," he says, as he grabs his crutch and hooks it over his arm, so he'll have it even as he wheels her around. "If the weather's nice, how about we go have a picnic in the park tomorrow? You know, we've been cooped up for a while, and it would probably good for us to get some sunlight and fresh air."
His hour in the park earlier had helped him, and made him realise how much he was missing it. It might help with the trapped and restless feelings. And she's strong enough now that it shouldn't be a problem.
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They've all been cooped up, and it would do them good to get out a little.
"Sitting on the ground might be interesting," she notes. She's stronger, but sitting on the ground takes more strength than sitting in a chair or in bed.
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She grips Ted's hands and carefully stands up out of the wheelchair. The dizziness is a lot less now, which is good. She grips his arm with one hand and carefully works her dress up and her underwear down.
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"Alright, call me when you need me," he says, and grabs his crutch and goes to give her some privacy.
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Once she's done, Joan flushes the toilet, and once again gazes at the wheelchair, wondering if she can make it by herself. It's really, really tempting to try. But she manages to rein in her pride once again, knowing that there are few things more embarrassing that dying of a head injury while trying to get off the toilet.
"I'm done," she calls.
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"You know that period early in dating where you're really in love but you're not ready to be aware of your partner's bathroom habits? Totally cool with skipping right past that into just being really in love," he quips.
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She manages to get her clothes in decent order, then carefully sits in the wheelchair.
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She rinses her hands and shuts the water off.
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