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The Hanger Paradigm (The Big Bang Theory) 
22nd-Sep-2010 09:10 pm
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Title: The Hanger Paradigm
Fandom: The Big Bang Theory
Characters: Leonard Hofstadter and Penny
Prompt: #24 - Agony
Word Count: 371
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Leonard tries to take care of Penny after she breaks her leg
Author Note: just in case you've been living under the same rock I apparently have been, Kaley broke her leg. So that means Penny probably broke her leg. Yeah, so. Spoilers. Maybe? I don’t know.
prompt table and disclaimer


Penny groaned when someone knocked on her door as she hobbled into her kitchen, balancing awkwardly on a single crutch. She attempted to turn around, but fell sideways into the counter. “Come in,” she yelled, wincing as she tried to push herself upright.

Leonard walked in, glancing around the room before he spotted her leaning on the counter. “What are you doing?”

“Oh, nothing. Just thought I’d hang out on my kitchen counter,” she spat at him.

“Do you want some help?”

She glared at him. “No.” She tried once more to balance on her crutch, but fell back onto the counter. She sighed and looked at her ex-boyfriend. “Yes.”

He fought back a tiny smile as he picked up her other crutch from beside the couch and handed it to her. “You know, you broke your leg in two places. You shouldn’t be walking around at all, let alone on one crutch.”

“I know. It’s not my fault that new idiot busboy can’t clean up a freaking spill on the floor.” She moved slowly to her couch and fell onto it, propping her leg on the arm.

“No one said…” he began, but trailed off and shook his head. He stood next to the couch, looking down at her. “Is there anything I can get you?”

“No,” she said simply.

“Penny, come on. You were in your kitchen for a reason.”

She shook her head. “You don’t have to. I mean, we’re not… anymore. You don’t need to take care of me. I’ll be fine.”

He shrugged. “I know I don’t need to. I want to.”

“I was just getting something to drink. And a fork.”

He blinked. “A fork?”

She groaned, shifting her weight uncomfortably. “This cast itches like a bitch.”

“Ok, a drink I can do. Fork, no.” He turned and walked into her kitchen, pulling a can of soda out of her fridge.

“You said you’d take care of me,” she whined, pouting as he handed her the can.

“I am taking care of you. Unless you want to wind up in the ER again, you’re not putting a fork down your cast.” She opened her mouth to say something but he interrupted her. “No hangers either.”
Reviews 
27th-Sep-2010 11:55 pm (UTC)
Aw, this is adorable love it!!