#scarsdale

He does seem confused. "Rachamin... Zara? Where...." He licks his lips. "What happened?"

Ratchet's lip curls. "What happened? You were run over by a bus. You slipped on a banana peel. You sang like a frog."

"Schmuck."

He adds.

She reaches out to touch Hirim's spiraled cheek - infusing a point of glamour despite Ratchet's earlier protests.

Hirim sucks in a breath and his eyes widen.... Ratchet glares at Zara disapprovingly.

"Just to tide over, nu?"

"More at home, aye. Just a little here."

Ratchet puffs at her, and Hirim growls. "Leave her alone, you. Momzer."

Ratchet huffs, and looks back. "Amoretz."

"Beheyme....." Hirim murmurs.

"Feh." They say simultaneously.

A raspy feather of a giggle.

Both men turn to look at Zara. Hirim smiles a little. Just a little. Not much. Ratchet's expression is cautionary.

"You two."

"What?" Together, again.

Then they glare at each other.

A grin - not sunshine, not from her, but perhaps as bright as moonlight.

"Feh."

Does it matter who says it?

It does not! Zara seems rather content, despite the setting.

"You got sick." Ratchet turns to Hirim and says bluntly. ""Kadokhes."

"Flu."

"Feh." Ratchet responds. "A cold, a hangnail, OY I'M DYING...!!!"

"Shaddup, Momzer." He trains his eyes on Zara. "So?"

"So?"

"You want I should ignore my dying uncle?"

"Who's dying??" Hirim protests.

"You, you schmuck. At least, to listen to. Feh." Ratchet responds.

"Feh. You are too stubborn to die. Right?"

"Don't know what you talk about." Grumbled.

"Well, I'm not stubborn."

"Rachamin, he's not."

"HA!" Barks Hirim, then coughs. The machines beep.

Ratchet moves. "Shut up, you alter cocker, just lay there and be quiet, Mm?"

"Heheheheh...." rasps Hirim knowingly.

Zara is smiling again.

"Oy..." Ratchet bemoans.

Hirim wets his lips again. "You got water? Or bourbon? Better, if it's bourbon...."

Ratchet starts patting his pockets, and a flask appears....

At this point, Judy bustles back in, and pauses at the doorway, her mouth forming a small 'O' of surprise. "Aha! Mr. Himmelfarb, you're awake! Glad to see it. Now, you two..." She turns and shakes a finger admonishingly at Zara and Ratchet.

.... and disappears.....

Hirim watches Ratchet with a sort of longing....

"Feh."

"What?" to the nurse. "Us two?"

"I'm sure he was very happy to have family at hand, but honestly, rest will be the very, very best thing for him at the moment." A pause, and she moves over to take Ratchet's hand matter-of-factly, and presses a finger to check his pulse, her lips pursed. "And you, you should know better than to worry yourself into a bed of your own." Letting his hand drop but shaking her head.

"Now, i'm not going to kick you out..." (Just let her try!) "But I really must advise that you try to get some rest of your own, aand maybe come back to check up on him refreshed."

"You, Momzer...." the invalid rasps "... get out. Don't want you here. Go."

"Feh. Like I would stay. Come on, Zara."

Ratchet gathers up his things and starts out.