"Hello? Mr. Tomlinson?"
"Hey, sugar."
"I'll be needing a ride home."
"You mean, back to the hotel?"
"Um, yeah."
"Can do. Anything else?"
"Well, you know how I fractured my foot in two places?"
"Yeah..."
"And because I broke my arm as well, I can't use crutches."
"I'm following so far."
"So the hospital people say that I need to stay in a wheelchair for a couple of weeks to let my foot heal, and it's either that or stay at the hospital until I can wear a boot. And they offered to send me with a nurse to look after me, but I really don't want a stranger in my hotel room, so..."
"Are you asking what I think you're asking?"
"I didn't even ask anything yet."
"Well, my answer is yes, of course I will come and take care of you."
"You're too kind, Mr. Tomlinson."
"All for you, sweetness."
"Oop, gotta go. I think I'll be allowed to leave tomorrow."
"I can be there at...9:30."
"Deal. Ok, bye now."
"See you tomorrow, babe."
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