The rookie Groupchat

Injured (lucy) Pt 3

Tim Bradford:
Lucy's been trying to escape the bed for the last 10 minutes. The good news is she's still in bed. The bad news is, she thinks she can leave in an hour.

Lucy Chen:
I'm fine! Seriously. I'll be out in no time.

Tim Bradford:
No. You're not. You're staying in bed. I'm going to put you in a sleeper hold if I have to.

Lucy Chen:
If you think you can take me down in my current state, good luck.

Celina Juarez:
Tim, come on, she's probably fine.

Nyla Harper:
Yeah, she's Lucy. If she was any tougher, she'd be made of steel.

Tim Bradford:
She's also stubborn. I've had to threaten her with a hospital straitjacket twice today.

Lucy Chen:
I'm just asking for a 10-minute stroll to the vending machine.

Tim Bradford:
No vending machines. No walking. No moving. Only resting.

Lucy Chen:
You're starting to sound like a broken record.

Angela Lopez:
Tim, honestly, let her move a little. If she can text us, she can probably get out of bed.

Tim Bradford:
She's texting because she's trying to plot her escape. This is a distraction.

Angela Lopez:
She's trying to be normal, Tim. We all know you can be the fun police, but she just wants to do something other than be poked and prodded by doctors.

Lucy Chen:
Thank you, Angela. Someone who gets me.

Tim Bradford:
You're not fooling anyone. I see right through your "I'm fine" act.

Aaron Thorsen:
Tim, I'm just saying, if Lucy's texting and cracking jokes, she's probably more than fine.

Tim Bradford:
Fine doesn't mean ready to run a marathon.

Lucy Chen:
I'll just jog over to the vending machine. No problem.

Tim Bradford:
I can't tell if I'm mad or impressed by your persistence.

Tamara Collins:
Is anyone else picturing Lucy trying to sneak out in a hospital gown like some kind of ninja?

Nyla Harper:
I'm picturing her sneaking down the hall like a heist movie montage.

Wade Grey:
If she manages to break out of this hospital, we'll have to call her the Houdini of Hospital Rooms.

Lucy Chen:
Don't tempt me.

Celina Juarez:
Okay, okay, we all know she's a pro at sneaking around, but Tim's doing his job, right?

Tim Bradford:
Exactly. She's not leaving this bed unless she can teleport out.

Angela Lopez:
Can't say I blame her for wanting to stretch her legs. I'm sure she's had enough of this bed.

Lucy Chen:
Exactly! Thank you, Angela!

Tim Bradford:
You're not going anywhere.

Lucy Chen:
I could sneak out in the middle of the night...

Tim Bradford:
You know I'm watching you, right?

Lucy Chen:
...I'll take my chances.

Tamara Collins:
Someone start a betting pool on whether Lucy makes it past the door or not.

Aaron Thorsen:
I bet she does, but Tim tackles her on the way to the exit.

Nyla Harper:
If Lucy gets caught, will Tim put her in a full-body cast to keep her in bed?

Tim Bradford:
You're all terrible.

Lucy Chen:
I'm just saying, I could probably walk to the vending machine and back before you even realize I'm gone.

Tim Bradford:
You'd be back on a stretcher if I had any say in it.

Angela Lopez:
Honestly, Tim, you're treating her like a criminal. Let her have her moment.

Lucy Chen:
I am not a criminal. I'm a snack enthusiast.

Tim Bradford:
Same difference.

Wade Grey:
I think we should start calling Tim "the snack warden" at this point.

Tim Bradford:
I'm not a warden! I'm a protector!

Lucy Chen:
Oh, you're protecting me from snacks now?

Wade Grey:
If you were a snack, you'd be spicy nachos. Unstoppable and full of chaos.

Lucy Chen:
Now I like you, Grey.

Tim Bradford:
Okay, no more. I'm locking this room down.

Lucy Chen:
You can't lock the snacks away! You can't stop me, Tim!

Aaron Thorsen:
Let's just get her some snacks so she stays in bed. It's a win-win.

Tim Bradford:
If I bring her snacks, she'll just escape with a cookie in each hand.

Lucy Chen:
I could be very responsible with my snacks, Tim.

Tim Bradford:
I don't trust you.

Angela Lopez:
I'm starting to think you're the one who needs a snack, Tim.

Tim Bradford:
I'm fine!

Lucy Chen:
We all know you're starving for power, not food.

Wade Grey:
Well, now that that's settled, I'm sending snacks to the hospital room. If you can't beat Tim, at least we can get him to give up those snacks.

Lucy Chen:
Grey, you're my new favorite person.

Tim Bradford:
You guys are really pushing it today.

Wade Grey:
You've created a monster, Tim. This is on you.

Lucy Chen:
A snack monster. I'll take that title.

Tim Bradford:
Fine. You want snacks? I'll bring you snacks. But you're still staying in bed.

Lucy Chen:
I'm cool with that as long as the snacks come with a side of freedom.

Wade Grey:
I think Lucy should be rewarded for her resilience, not punished.

Tim Bradford:
Fine. You all win. But I'm still making her wear a helmet if she tries to walk.

Lucy Chen:
You're cruel.

Angela Lopez:
You're lucky she's still texting instead of plotting her escape.

Tim Bradford:
That's it. No more phones for you.

Lucy Chen:
Not even to text the snack king?

Wade Grey:
I'm starting to feel like we're all living in Lucy's world now.

Tim Bradford:
Fine. You win this round, Chen. But there are still rules.

Lucy Chen:
And I'll follow them—after my snacks.

Tim Bradford:
This is going to be a long day.