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[ Arthur's practically falling asleep in the chair. His plane had landed forty minutes ago, and he hadn't been able to sleep for the whole flight, jittery and snappish as he replayed the calm phonecall in his head over and over again. Accident. Hospital. Injuries. Big red words even in the most professional of tones, words that had kept the adrenaline in his system through all the whirling chaos until now, until he could sit at her bedside. ]

[ She looks so pale. He tries to remember her flushed and bronzed and happy, swinging his hand, teasing and bickering, the stupid way they'd smile at each other sidelong, enough to make everyone who saw them jealous. Now her fingers are cold where he grips them. ]

[ Arthur's head tips back, and he loosens his tie to expose the long line of his throat. The ceiling is stark white, the lights blurry to his tired eyes, and Arthur hasn't been to church since he was fifteen but he still looks up and prays, as hard as he can, for Quinn Fabray to please wake up. ]

(From the moment the front end of that truck connected with her car, time had seemed to lose all sense of meaning for Quinn. She lay trapped in that car, amidst the broken glass and twisted metal, with cuts littering her face and arms and blood running down her face. Getting in her eyes and blurring her vision and tinting the entire world a sickening red color. She lay trapped there for minutes or hours or days. It was hard to tell.

Mercifully, she blacked out before she ever reached the hospital, though even that was a small blessing. She was in and out during the surgery, her world a dizzy blur of shouting voices and beeping machines and the faint but audible sound of someone crying. Maybe it was her mother, or maybe it was her. It was hard to tell, and harder to care as she was quickly swallowed up once again by that blessed darkness.

Everything else is so faint it could simply be a dream, and her eyes have yet to open since she's been wheeled into this room. But she can still hear them. The squeak of the nurses' shoes on the linoleum as they came in to check on her vitals, the soft murmurs of the few visitors she's gotten, though it always seems as if they're speaking to her from miles under water, and the words never do become clear. The incessant beeping of the machines that, if she were a little more herself, would have driven her insane in no time at all.

No, time no longer made any sense at all to Quinn Fabray. So it could have been days, or months, or even years later when her brain finally, and painfully slowly, struggled to clear itself, and her hand shifted slightly on the blankets. For whoever might be in the room with her, it probably wasn't much. For Quinn, it was everything)

[ It got harder to pretend you were a heartless crone when your best friend's car had been piledrived halfway down a highway. ]

[ Fuck Rachel Berry and her stupid kamikaze wedding crap. Santana was half doing it out of pity anyway, half out of the opportunity for her to look totally slammin' in that bridesmaid dress. The one she had still been wearing the next day, but not at Quinn's bedside - it was hard to look at something like that, this powerful and delicate creature she'd felt like she'd known all her life. She was arguably the strongest person she knew but even Quinn Fabray was going to crumple when it came to warring with a truck. ]

[ Santana's chair was planted firmly in the corner, and her hair was tied haphazardly out of her face, her head rested on a fist as she angrily regarded the bed. She was tired of flipping through shit hospital magazines. But even Britt couldn't have coaxed her out of here, and she'd tried. She was probably off trying to be helpful and getting coffee orders wrong again. She was trying, and Santana knew she was trying. ]

[ She didn't know why she was so angry with Quinn. Like she'd broken this facade and she'd stopped being this flawless, untouchable creature. It wasn't like she was incapable of knowing that bad shit happened to people she knew, people she loved, even, maybe. This was just different. ]

Sam?

[Someone's here to see you, Mister Winchester! Maybe this will brighten up your day in the hospital.]

How are you feeling?

[ its certainly does, anytime seeing rapunzel brightens his day ]

Hey, honey. I'm doing all right... How have you been?

I've been good.

[She closes the door behind her before walking over to put her basket on the table.]

Well, as good as I can be with you stuck in here.

[ he smiles, glancing over at the basket ]

Well, I'm feeling much better today. Maybe even well enough to come home.

Let's see what the doctor has to say.

[She sits beside him on the edge of the bed, leaning over to kiss the top of his head.

Then, she notices his eyes on the basket.]

Curious?

Yeah, what do you got inside?

Hmmm.

[She slides the basket into her lap and pulls aside the cloth that's covering it. Inside, there are quite a few pieces of fresh fruit and some of Rapunzel's homemade treats.]

I heard the food here wasn't too good, so I snuck you in something.

Edited 2012-03-04 05:36 (UTC)

The food here is all right, most of it is health food....

[ sam laughs a bit, not too much since he's still sore ]

But I like your cooking much more.

[ castiel came to claire's hospital bed to check on her, sitting beside her ]

How do you feel today?

Didn't happen to get the license of that truck, did you?

( her voice is still groggy from the pain medication and the nap she was woken up from so the nurse could take vitals. )

I didn't.

[ he watches her, noticing how weak and groggy she is.

it's depressing to see someone you care about this way ]

But I can find it.

( she reaches out with her iv clad hand and takes his. )

I know you can, but it isn't work it. In a few days I'll be as good as new.

[Bursts into the room, yep, the doctor was in~! And he has hamburgers.]

Alright, what seems to be the problem?

(She wasn't visiting necessarily, more...volunteering. Going from room to room and distributing flowers to the patients, it was supposed to lift their spirits, though she wasn't certain how much good it really did. She just couldn't help lingering at his bedside a little longer than she generally would)

[A bullet in the shoulder wasn't too bad a deal, all things considered, but the problem was that he'd failed at the job he was trying tooth and nail to see through to the end. He was lucky enough that Flynn could at least drag his ass out of there before it got too messy. That's just one of the problems of being in the army: things went wrong on a regular basis.

He was pretty absorbed in his own bitter sort of thoughts when she distributed the flowers to his own small bedside stand, finally double-taking at the gesture.]

Oh. Right; thanks a lot.

[He shifts carefully against the pillow keeping him up.]

Hope it's not much of a chore, handing them out. If it helps any, the other patients? Bet they love it. Especially the old ladies across the way.

[Indisposed as he was, he's too social of a guy to not have a few bedridden friends by now; force of habit to make a bud or two.]

(Quinn could understand things going wrong better than just about anybody, though she was lucky in the fact that hers were never life and death kind of situations. But once upon a time, she had her future planned out down to the tiniest detail. Real life intervening was never part of that her fantasy, but there was nothing that could be done to change it now. You just make the best of a bad situation.

Some were just far worse than others.

A slow grin spreading across her lips, she shifted the flowers on the stand in an effort to get them as much sunlight as possible)

It's really no problem. Like you said, some of the patients really seem to love them. Besides, (Satisfied that they were in the best position possible, she shifted her gaze to him) not everybody here gets a lot of visitors. They deserve to at least get something right?

[Ahaaa, he looks toward the window, eyebrows perking. That was true. He didn't have any real family to visit, and the people who've been bothering him are mainly Delta men getting their facts straight on the mission.

He cracks a smile.]

Sometimes I wish I could ban my visitors. I think all the questions and write-ups are worse than the actual gunshot.

[Them's the breaks, he guesses.]

But hey--the patients and volunteers are good company. I can't complain too much, if they're keeping a shiny disposition.

(It hadn't been her intention to single him out, but it was impossible not to notice that, while he may have had a few visitors, his room wasn't exactly overflowing with flowers or get well cards. She never really knew if she ought to feel bad for those people, or if they preferred it that way. Until he mentioned banning them, of course)

Well, I think your visitors are a little more important than most we get around here, but you can always put a request in at the front desk you know. If you really don't want them coming up here.

(Glancing back out into the hall, where the nurses station was just barely visible, she leaned in to whisper conspiratorially) You should probably keep up the not complaining thing. The nurses deliver the food too, and I wouldn't put it past any of them to spit in your jello.

[He pictures telling the nurses to block off his visitors, and frankly, it brings an all-too-content grin to his face. Hell yeah, peace and quiet.]

Heh, now that would make the stuck-ups take angry laps around the place.

[And then she recommends not complaining, and he is right on board.]

I will be the perfect gentlemen. I happen to really like my jello. Better than most of the stuff they make around here; don't snitch me out to the cooks, but their food? Blerugh.

Just so long as none of them tries to bring their guns in here, they sit outside and stew as long as they want.

(She's actually sort of proud of the fact that she made him smile. He's one of the very few patients here who really does)

Don't worry, I won't say a word. Besides, it's hospital food, which is really just one step above school cafeteria food. You weren't expecting anything four star restaurant dinners, were you?

Hey, a guy can dream. [He laughs faintly, looking less than impressed with the idea of the food here.] Thanks to business I haven't had McDonald's or chinese for months now; isn't that a sin in some countries?

(She can't exactly blame him for that. She's eaten the food here before on particularly long days, and it's just barely edible) I can't remember the last time I went an entire month without Chinese food. But you've been making so many friends here I thought for sure one of them would have brought you something.

I guess getting people to sneak things through for me isn't a half-bad idea. Though, shouldn't volunteers be against breaking the rules?

As a volunteer, we're not getting paid, so it isn't like we have a job to actually lose, right? Besides, it's not breaking, it's bending. You're in the hospital, you have to eat. And you can't survive on just jello, right?

Castiel?

[ A cheerful smile comes into view. ]

I'm here to take your vitals. Did you enjoy your lunch?

[ Lenalee's always made it a point to ask him about his day, even if he's been in here for two weeks. Hit-and-run survivors usually aren't in here this long, but a femoral fracture this severe can't be ignored, Dr. Marian said. She likes to make friends with patients like him- especially since his friends can only visit between school and the end of visiting hours. ]

Yes, thank you Ms.Lee. It was good.

[ he became friends with her as well, finishing up the last of his lunch

the angel knew this routine well, holding his arm out to her so she could take his blood pressure and blood test ]

[ There had always been something about Castiel that she couldn't put a name to that seemed off. He never felt particularly angry or frustrated by his situation, and she hadn't once seen his parents in here, even though he was just young enough that they would at least visit.

She began to run vitals as usual, giving him a little smile. ]

Where have your friends been? I haven't seen them for a few days now.

They're probably busy for the day. They may come back here later or tomorrow.

[ he couldn't just tell lenalee that his friends were hunters of demons, it was too abnormal ]

I'm feeling better today.

Well, at least you're not entirely lonely, hmmm? I can still keep you company.

[ It wouldn't be that far-fetched, actually. If he even knew what she'd gone through... It hurt knowing what she'd endured in a past life. A war of good and evil, forced to fight demonic machines at such an early age... The dreams still haunted her sometimes. ]

Is that so? I'll put that down on your chart, if you don't mind.

[ Sure enough, she takes the clipboard hanging by his bed and marks it down, accompanied by a smiley face and her initials. ]

I would like that... Thank you, Ms.Lee

[ he's doing much better than when he was brought to the hospital, all that's left is the bruises and stitches remain ]

Yes, that's all right.

Would you like me to bring a deck of cards or something?

[ From what she could tell, he wouldn't be here for much longer. It almost makes her sad. ]

You'll be leaving soon, won't you?

[ she smiles at the other nurse ]

Good morning, Lenalee!

[ Lenalee smiles back warmly as she smoothes out the front of her scrubs. ]

Morning, Taiwan! How did rounds go this morning?

[ she's picking up a tray to bring to one of the patients ]

They went well! How about yours?

[ Lenalee decides to help her with another tray since she knows Taiwan's going to be busy today. ]

Fairly uneventful... Mr. Sinclair asked me out to dinner again, though.

[ she sounds unamused ]

Again? ... Wow, he's really giving you a hard time, isn't he?

I can't just tell him off, he's a patient...

[ She bites her lip, unable to keep herself from stomping her foot slightly. ]

It's still kind of creepy though...

Have you tried telling the staff about him?

[ she furrows her brows ]

It's a bit like harassment...

Not yet... the residents seem pretty hellbent on keeping me on this shift...

[ She narrows her eyes mischievously and leans in a little close. ]

And speaking of harassment, how are things with Dr. Honda?

[ she makes a devious face ]

It's a secret! ...

[ but then she breaks the expression, whispering and giggling ]

He invited me to dinner.

[[OOC: Assuming the Order's infirmary makes the perfect canon setting, do you have any preferences otherwise? E.g. would you like Lena to be the one hospitalised, have them both hospitalised, or have her be the visitor, etc.]]

[[ I seem to have an affinity for hurting my characters for no good reason. XD Maybe Lenalee got a bit messed up on a mission and Komui's been dragged off by Reever? ]]

[[Sounds good and entirely plausible!]]

[There's a rainfall rush of anxious footsteps that patter out just before they reach the door, followed by a knock—solid enough to be clearly heard, soft enough to be considerate. The door creaks after a brief pause, swinging slowly open as though Lenalee's visitor is unsure of whether she's conscious enough to issue an invitation on her own.]

Lenalee? It's Allen. [ sticks his head through the doorway ] May I—?

[ Lenalee is definitely awake, but it hurts to talk. Her mission had been a very simple one, but it turned dangerous when they were ambushed. It's lucky she and Lavi made it out alive, but here they were, safe and sound.

Well, sort of.

She looks up a little from the spot of nothing she's been staring at. ] Ah, hello... [ small smile ]

[Some of the tension clenching his jaw and shoulders into straight lines seeps away, making room for a rueful smile as he shuts the door behind him.]

Sorry, I hope I'm not being a bother. Mister Reever said you were hurt, so I thought I should come see you.

[A pause as he gives her a discreet once-over, looking for signs of injury—he heard she's hurt, but not how badly.]

How are you feeling?

[ Lenalee managed to hold her smile for a few more seconds, despite the pain. Broken ribs, deep lacerations on her arms... some of the techniques the Akuma were using these days were getting more and more cutthroat. Her smile dropped her smile finally. She was tired. ]

It... hurts, but... we made it back alright, and the mission didn't fail so... I'll be fine, Allen, I promise...

You're really hot.

I've never seen anyone this hot before.

[The teenager is kneeling on the bed just beside Soul, leaning over him with a hand on his forehead.

...And his other hand is holding a thermometer that he's reading.

He doesn't even know why or how he got this task of taking care of this guy but hey. Gives him a way to kill time. Plus he got a pretty cool nurse cap to wear. Sure it's for girls but Dirk doesn't give a fuck. Dirk does what he wants.]

[Okay, yeah he has a fever but why the hell is some kid his own age taking his temperature and commenting on it?

He does mean his body temperature, right?

Pushing himself up on the bed and leaning away from Dirk, he side-eyes him and then reaches a hand up to take the thermometer to look at it.]

Yeah. It's because I have a fever. [He says it in a way that asks "are you even qualified for this? Do you even go to this school? Is this real life?"]

[He totally means his body temperature.

....Totally.]

Yeah. I'd say that's a pretty rational conclusion.

[:| Nope. He's definitely not qualified for this. Hey man, the nurse had called him in to help out.

Don't ask questions. Nothing in real life makes sense. Why are you looking at him like that.]

What, do you not like my hat?

[You're a bro. You're supposed to like all hats. Don't bum him out, man.]

Oh yeah. You should lay down.

[Hand goes to Soul and he's just going to force him back down on the bed. Don't mind these homoerotic undertones. They don't exist.

At. All.]

[But... the homoerotic undertones, they're screaming at him. He can't ignore them.]

Your hat's fine. [Is this guy insane? And damn being weak as a kitten right now because being pushed down on the bed by this dude is uncomfortable.]

The one on your shirt's cooler, though...

[Then a sigh because fuck this playing along shit. What the hell is going on?]

Who are you, anyway? [And why the hell are you even here?]

[Well if you want to acknowledge them, by all means, I mean, his hand hasn't really left his chest.

Sexy.

If by insane you mean the most ironically awesome dude you have ever met---]

Really?

[You mean that? Dude, you just got on his good side so much. He smiles slightly.]

It is a pretty awesome shirt. It stands for the community of the Bro-

[Oh. Way to interrupt his speech, dude. Not cool but ~~you're hot~~ you're sick so he will forgive you.

This time.]

Dirk. Dirk Strider. And you're Soul, right?

[Clipboard out of nowhere. Yup. That's the name. He tosses the board aside and offers a hand. Now that he's done touching Soul.

For now.]

Don't ask me why I'm here. I don't really know. I kind of just go with the flow sometimes and I think that I need to be here. It's kind of like fate if you believe in that sort of thing.

[He's also partially bullshitting.]

[Yeah, he's going to acknowledge them and immediately ignore them as much as possible.

It's hard with that lingering hand, though.

He can tell that he probably just made this guy's day by saying his shirt was cool, and for some reason (maybe the fever) he's glad for that. Homoerotic and kind of weird though Dirk may be, he seems like a nice guy.

So he doesn't interrupt him again when he starts going on about fate and takes his hand.]

... Right. Fate. [He rubs the side of his neck thoughtfully.] Guess I can believe that for now.

So.

[Leans forward.]

What are your symptoms?

[His gaze seems intrusive. Even if it is behind sunglasses. Whatever.]

You don't look that sick. Outside of your fever.

[Let's just say he's infected with a troublesome blood disease that has no identification so far.]

That's kind of personal, don't you think? [His tone is guarded.] Besides, you're the one with the chart.

There's nothing on this chart.

[He turns it around. He was right.]

There's just a drawing of a martini glass and a dancing cat.

[And so there is. He doesn't seem too bothered by this. He turns the chart back over and frowns down at it.]

If I said that I believed we are in some paradoxical universe that have thrown us both here from our homes- would you believe me?

[Because man, he didn't even putting this hat on or anything.]

And no. I don't think it's personal at all. I am the one in the nurse's uniform. Or I could be anyway. There's one hanging on the back of the door.

[He points and yeah- see- right there. But that's a woman's uniform and we totally won't go there because that's weird. Right.]

[He raises an eyebrow.]

I might if you could prove it.

[Then he snorts in amusement. Okay, maybe he should believe this guy because this is just surreal.]

Right, you're a murse [Not a nure, no. Because he is male, he gets to be a murse.] Almost forgot.

[He fiddles with the IV in his hand.]

I have a weird blood disease. [Shrug.]

I can't prove that kind of thing.

[A murse? He rubs his chin and yeah- yeah that doesn't sound too bad at all actually.

He's a certified (see; not certified even remotely) murse.]

A weird blood disease? What happens?

[He slaps that hand fiddling with the IV. Don't do that. It's gross.]

Then what makes you think we're in a paradoxical universe?

[He frowns in annoyance at the hand slap. It's not like he was gonna take it out.]

Hmn. [Thinking about how to answer that. Then he grins a little ironically.] It drives me crazy.

Just throwing out an idea. I don't see you offering any suggestions.

[Duh.]

Crazy? What type of crazy? The type of crazy that talks to walls or the type of crazy that kills everyone around said individual at the timely score of insanity?

[Irony. This is his forte. Maybe they're soul mates. It's worth a flickering wonder. Oh, he's still on the bed. Right.

He crawls off of it and goes to poke around the room. For a hospital room, there's actually not that much in it.]

Soul is a pretty weird name. Are you a human?

Makes sense. [Must be whatever's in his IV because he's totally mellow about this idea of being in another universe.

And he's also weirdly mellow about being asked about his crazy. He's definitely a little bit drugged.]

The former.

And what else would I be?

[ Alo is tracing Mini's face with a flower from a bouquet she had received. At least, he's pretty sure it's okay if he "accidentally" wakes her up, because she's been asleep for twelve hours and it's only bed rest, come on now. The petals brush over her forehead and follow her cheekbones, cross along her jaw, and he gives the flower a small twist once it gets to her chin. ]

[ He whispers as quietly as possible, just in case he isn't allowed to wake her up: ] Pssst... Mini!

Twelve hours is more than enough to leave a girl groggy, and not entirely conscious when she wakes and bats halfheartedly at whatever is tickling her chin.

You can't really blame her for her reaction to finding someone - even someone familiar - hovering just inches from her face. You would imagine she'd be used to that, but... somehow, not.

It's bright, so she keeps her eyes half-closed. "Jesus, Farm boy." Perhaps she'll come out with something more coherent without him looming.

"Ahh, there she is! Good morning," Alo says in full voice, withdrawing the flower from her face. He still leans forward, though, especially now that he's elicited a response from Mini. Things aren't so still and boring anymore.

"How goes it? Feeling better?"

"I was," she claims, and lifts her hand to shade her eyes. It's no bad thing, a visit from Alo, but Mini will never admit as much.

"What are you doing?" And where was everyone else, the unanswered question. It probably said something, that he was the one here for her. Fucking hell.

Alo finally sits back so that he can ponder that question. It's confusing because the answer seems so obvious.

Whatever, it's all he's got.

"Well, I'm sitting. Here. Visiting you." A beat. "Oh, also, I brought you these." Tucked within the stash of bouquets is a small grouping of flowers, some flattened or missing petals, tied together by a shoelace. He picks it out to show Mini. "I'll need the shoelace back eventually, but uh, yes. I picked 'em around the farm. I mean, of course, they could be weeds, I could never tell the difference. But they're pretty I think, don't you?"

"It looks like you drove a lawnmower through a florists."

It wasn't the most traditional bouquet.

"And over your own feet."

She loved it really.

Through a florist's? Alo will take that as a compliment.

"You weren't supposed to know about my methods. Many florists injured, but my foot's all right." With a small, satisfied smile, he puts it back with the other bouquets.

"So Minerva, when do you get the fuck out of here?"

Alo, you know why you're getting the side-eye, don't you?

"What makes you think they tell me?" she grumbles, deciding not to press the full name use, and trying to push herself upright. Doctors. They waltzed around, handing out pills and talking in words she didn't understand, but did they actually tell her anything? Not really. "Whenever they'll let me. I feel like some kind of... bedridden freak."

Oh, he knows. It's particularly amusing to him since he needed to use her real name in order to see her in the first place.

"Well, you are bedridden. And sort of a freak." Rethink that one, Alo. "I mean, we all are. Not bedridden, though, that's just you."

He's never had a particular way with words.

You just had to go get yourself shot.

[ He mused as he settled down in the chair next to the bed, arching his brother at his brother.]

You all right?

[And Dick paying was the only reason Jason was still there. Could he take the bullet out of his knee himself? Sure. Could he sew himself back up? Of course, that was Bat-training 101. Could he x-ray himself to see if the bullet had damaged his ACL? Probably not.

As soon as those test results came back, however, he was gone.

Shooting a glare at his brother, he rolled his eyes.]

Maybe if you hadn't let him get away the first time you went after him, I wouldn't have.

[ At least no-one really questioned a gunshot wound here. It's was Gotham. His hand reached over to gently squeeze his brothers hand even as he rolled his eyes at his words.]

So it's my fault you got shot? Real nice J.

[Hand-holding? There was hand-holding now? Jason's fingers twitched in Dicks and he had to ride curb on the desire to yank his hand away. His knee was killing him (he'd refused the morphine, of course), his adrenaline was still running from the fight and the shooting itself, and the thick, cloying stink of the hospital were combining to make him irritable and jumpy.

Well, more so then usual.]

Well, you were the one who let him get away. You were then the one to drag me into it. You were also the one who failed to notice the gun strapped to his ankle when I walked up to ziptie the bastard....

[ If it helped. Dick's hand hardly stayed there for long. Not when Jason was in one of his foul ass moves. Back to the little "lets blame the older brother for everything.]

Because you did'nt check first. You go in guns blazing without scooping out anything.

Besides, I followed him as far I could. There's always next time. And clearly, I should just do it alone. Or bring Tim. He complains less.

[Hey, what did you expect, Dick? Nothing with Jason was ever 'normal' or 'easy'. He was unpredictable and dangerous 98% of the time. The fact that he let the other man get as close as he does as often as he does it is impressive.

Glaring at the older man, he trapped his fingers under his thighs to keep himself from hurting the doctor when the man came in to poke and prod and squeeze at his knee. Oh, but it was close. So, so very close...]

[ It was never easy. Dick barely knows why he still sleeps with the other man sometimes. It was like a consent uphill battle with Jason at every turn.

Dick just fold his arms as he glared back at his brother. Don't hurt the Doc. Seriously. Be happy enough that Dicks putting his whole hospital trip on the Wayne bank card. ]

Excuse me, could you point in the direction of the room for an Edogawa Conan?

[When Loki Odinson, blood of Laufey, had heard the vague rumor that another son of Odin...and on that note, another? Just how many were there, anyway? Well, when another son of Odin had landed himself in the hospital, his curiosity had gotten the better of him.

And so it was that he ended up walking into the room (after having spun stories about being traveling partners on some trip or another, it doesn't matter) with a bouquet of get well flowers which he plopped into the nearest vase, before plopping himself into the nearest chair like he owned it, staring at Kain with undisguised curiosity.]

Hello. I hope I'm not bothering you.

[Kain took a horrible beating, the last battle he'd been in. There's not much on him that wasn't broken, bruised or bloodied out there. He's only half-asleep when he hears someone approaching. At least it'll be a distraction... Because even this bad off it's very hard for Kain to be forced to lie still.]

...Hello? [Kain glances over at him, wondering if he's hit his head hard enough that he's forgetting things. Yet there's something about him, that reminds him of someone...] Forgive me... have we met?

I believe not, but stranger coincidences have happened. [And he sounds utterly cheerful at announcing that he's pretty much a stranger, yo.] I'm not well acquainted with your customs, but I brought you these flowers of well wishing. [Indicates the sunflowers.] I'd have brought a cupcake as well, but those mages outside caught me and confiscated it.

They are rather frightening, aren't they? In certain respects I'd rather face whatever it was that put you in such a state.

[Kain gives him a curious look, still trying to place him, but... nothing is really coming up. He sighs heavily. Even in this shape he's done a few things that ended up with some long nagging sessions from those mages.]

...So would I.

[More uncertain staring.]

Well... you've my thanks. I think. It's not typically a custom to bring well-wishes to strangers. Is there some reason for that?

Oh, I was rather curious, and I imagine that you must be bored. [And so far he seemed to fit the type: blonde, a brave warrior...] I'm Loki. It's a pleasure meeting you! I've heard the most intriguing rumors about you.

[Well, he has the boredom very right. Staying idle is always difficult for Kain, every time he ends up this badly hurt.]

I'm Kain Highwind... but you seem to know that. What rumors have you heard of me?

[He feels anxious about that- he's done some terrible things, along with the good.]

Ones entailing... [And here lies a pause, a hesitation. This is so strange to ask.] Is it true that you can jump?

[Kain is about to nod, but stops himself upon remembering just how much it hurts to even do something as simple as that.]

It is. As a dragoon, jumping is my specialized battle technique. I can ascend to great heights, far above my enemies...

[And Loki perks up at the news.] Really! I had honestly thought it was exaggeration. You know the sort: someone who is remarkably strong becomes a titan strong enough to break the world in the retelling.

[And a thought occurred to him.] I hope a...ah, bad landing wasn't what happened...

I would demonstrate it for you if I only could...

[But there's no way he's even so much as getting out of this bed any time soon.]

...it wasn't just a bad landing alone, although that partially accounted for it. I may have somewhat underestimated my enemy.

[Massive understatement, clearly.]

[Still better than what he imagined, if but briefly.] I've done that before. Once, when training, I charged at a giant like an idiot and my brother had to rescue me. I wasn't even supposed to be there. Hardly the no doubt dire beast which felled you, of course, but still a momentary lapse of reason. [And he still cringes thinking about it. So horrible on so many levels.]

That's still a worthy, formidable opponent... and hearing that makes me feel somewhat less foolish for ending up in this state.

[He glances to his legs, both of which are broken in a few places. He has countless injuries elsewhere, but those are what troubles him most.]

...I only hope I can recover my jumping...

Of course you will. [And he's a bit surprised with how quickly he said that.] Surely F- your father wouldn't leave you like this.

[Yes, that has Kain's full attention. He turns his head sharply to look at him, wincing at the too fast motion. Ow. But if he knows him, surely he'd know more of his father, who was a far better man than he'll ever be.]

You know of my father? How?

[And he looks away, realizing his mistake too late.] Everyone knows of Odin. [...wow, that wasn't his smoothest line.]

I should have figured. He's powerful among the Eidolons, and was one of Baron's greatest kings. I owe him much.

You're not Baronian... what nation do you come from? [Kain has been trying to place that, but he can't entirely figure it out. Not that it's surprising a foreigner knows of one of Baron's strongest rulers. Or perhaps he knows him better for the Eidolon role.]

Asgard, though you may not have heard of it. It is far away, a city of heroes, and its people have the regrettable tendency to not be terribly interested in the doings of other lands. My brother and I are the only real exceptions I can think of.

Unsurprising, that Odin would venture to such a distant, foreign land. [Eidolons are very mysterious like that, after all, with capabilities beyond normal humans... However, that's not the only thing which interests Kain about this.] Did you- were you about to refer to him as your father?

I...yes. [And he was hoping that went unnoticed, and yet oddly relieved at the same time.] Adopted. Loki Odinson, blood of Laufey.

[It makes sense now, and it's strange to think of having relations of a sort in such far off worlds.]

Then we've that in common as well. When my blood father died, Odin raised me as his own.

I'm sorry to hear that. Mine fell in battle. I don't remember him well, and what little I do remember makes me rather glad that I don't remember him well.

That's unfortunate... I have great respect for mine. My birth father is the reason I chose the path of a dragoon, to honor his memory.

...I only hope that I can one day prove myself worthy for both of them.

Oh, I'm sure you will. Father- well, the father we have in common does have a fondness for warriors. [A bit wistful at the last.] I'm surprised he left you alone for this long.

I assumed that was because I disappointed him. Cecil was always the favorite... [Kain makes a face, not caring to delve too far into the jealousy issue.] Although he has aided us in battle when summoned.

[To get a bit more creative, I'm saying Leo is in the mental ward of the hospital. Be a doctor, nurse, or fellow crazy. Bring it.]

[ Lenalee opened the door to his room slowly, slipping herself through the opening carefully before quietly shutting the door behind her. ]

Mr. Baskerville...? Leo? I've been sent to do your evaluation today...

[He's sitting in a corner of his room which feels more like a jail cell than anything. Not that he's ever been in one to begin with. But this room? This room is much too confined. Too restricting. The padded walls are a bit menacing too. It's not as though he's going to hurt himself, but others? Well, that's an entirely different story.

He's seated in a corner of the room and oh those voices he keeps hearing in his head will not leave him alone. Over and over again they're telling him that he doesn't belong there at all and he should go to whatever extremes in order to get out of that place.]

I can hear them again.

[A small laugh.]

You said they would go away, but I can still hear them.

[ Lenalee has her clipboard at the ready, already scribbling 'auditory hallucinations persisting; may need to consider higher dose of antipsychotic'.

She smiles at him anyway. ]

I'm sure you do, Leo. Please remember that your symptoms may take some time to treat. Every patient has different needs, isn't that right...?

[ She comes to sit near him, crouching with her clipboard in her lap. ]

Can you tell me what they're saying...?

[He suddenly stops laughing when she begins to talk. His expression darkness fiercely as he tilts his head to the side. Those dark locks of his fall away from his eyes as a slow grin spreads across his lips.]

What they're saying. What are they saying? What are they telling me? Oh, I know.

[A pause as he starts laughing again.]

To kill... Kill you and go find him. Kill you and go find Elliot. My Elly, Elly... Elliot. He's mine. He belongs to me. I have to go find him. My most cherished Elliot!

[ She can't help but frown slightly. Seems to be supressing violent urges. Displays some sort of emotional fixation on 'Elliot' centering around objectified possessiveness. ]

And who is Elliot, Leo? Can you tell me about him?

Elliot is mine! mine... mine... MINE!

[He practically snarls but then calms back down again a moment or two later. Kind of.]

They said he was dead. They said it. Those other doctors said he was. They said I killed him! But he's not. He's not dead. I didn't kill him. He's still alive. Alive and waiting for me. I have to go find him. Find him before someone hurts him. Find him before someone takes him away from me.

Lace wasn't sure why his friend volunteered him to be helping the hospital with it's low staff, nor was he sure why they'd let a teenager go to check on a mental patient.... Maybe they were just depressed?

"Ah...Responsible..." in other words he's thinking if Leo was then he'd be responsible for his well-being. Lace continues down the hall and opens the door to Leo's room calmly.

".....Leo...? I've come to...." he gazes down at his clipboard to check. "See how you are doing..." He tries to take another peek at the paper to check his mental state.

If Lace has looked over Leo's papers thoroughly, he'd see that on page four under diagnosis Leo has a list of different mental disorders. This boy certainly isn't simply depressed. He's been put into the mental ward because he's a threat to others and he's already murdered quite a few people.

They have yet to ship him off to the state mental hospital however, because it's far too full over there. So the staff has decided to keep him here at their hospital even though it's security isn't the best.

Don't mind him though, he's just sitting in the corner of his padded room, wearing a straitjacket, and repeating the name Elliot over and over again.

Lace does indeed see that. But it was too late now. He already was here and he closed the door. But he had the key.....Right? Lace can't remember if they told him the door locks when closed but surely he has the key and must have forgotten.

He sticks his hand in his pocket and drops a few needless items. Lace quickly got down and started picking them up. His cellphone had slid down near the other. He cautiously makes his way over to the phone slowly reaching for it.

Perhaps Leo wouldn't notice him and he could take it with out scaring him.

And just like that he whipped his head up to look at Lace. "So clumsy." He said in a bit of a light scolding tone. "Careful, careful about being clumsy around here. Because you see... The ones around here are not so nice. Not nice at all."

He began to hum a soft tune as he rocked back and forth.

"I wonder if it's possible to scoop someone's eyeballs out with a cellphone. I suppose you would have to break it in half first. Say, do you break easily? Would you like to find out? We can. We can try to see."

Lace gazed at him with a slightly concerned look. Hopefully the idiots who sent him here could at least fasten a straight jacket. God knows Lace would have no idea.

"Not really....I'd rather not test that...." he mumbled still on the ground holding his cellphone closer to him, as if Leo would jump up and grab it.

"I suppose you're not feeling any better..." he checks the clipboard to see what else he had to do before leaving. Right when he reads it he pales slightly. He had to give Leo a fresh change of clothes. That was too much. He was not doing that, he couldn't! Lace may be fit but who knows what Leo could do!

".....There must be a mistake in staff..."

[Collins is gay so men only if anything smut related, or just romantically inclined. Otherwise open to all.]

[ Howard enters the room with a huge bunch of flowers, a couple of balloons, and a bag of grapes. He doesn't know how these things work, so he observed and conformed. He makes an effort. ]

Y'awake, sweetheart?

[Charlie's awake. She's watching something on the television. No idea what and whatever it is, she's kind of bored. But then Howard arrives and she's all smiles. She nods once, grinning and holding her arms out to him.]

[ He smiles when she grins, carefully puts the flowers on the bedside table, ties the balloons to the bed around perching on the side of it to lean down and hug her. ] Weren't sure what to bring, so I got something of everything.

[She hugs him in return, sighing happily. Howard made everything better. One of the nurses was awesome enough to leave Charlie a pad of paper and a pen. She grabs it and writes a note.]

All of it is wonderful, as are you. Thank you.

[ He chortles at that, waving a hand. ] C'mon, you gotta stop flattering my like that.

Y'need anything getting?

Water? [Another written note and a small pout on her face for emphasis.]

And nope. I live to flatter you, sweetheart.

[ He looks around, spots the jug and glass buried behind the flowers. He pours it half-way and then hands it over, careful as he lets go. ] Here we go.

Ain't the flattery 'posed to be my job?

[More writing as she takes a sip of water, wincing. Fuck. Okay. That wasn't comfortable at all. Have a note that goes a bit shaky at the end, about the time she drank the water.]

I like to think we take turns. How's Hugo?

[ He picks up on the pain, but he freezes up when he doesn't know how to help, perches again on the edge of the bed as he looks at the note. ]

Sharing the load ain't gonna get a complain from me. [ He smiles, pats her hand. ] The dog's fine, think he's missing you though.

[He has flowers - someone told him you bring flowers to Westerners, not paper cranes like he first thought - so he picked daisies. They don't look very romantic, just kind of pretty.

[Ever polite, Ken knocks on the door frame of Charlie's room first, peeking in curiously. His voice is just as quiet and soft as knocks were.]

Charlie-san? Are you up for a visit? [They said she was awake, but she might not care for visitors right now.]

Always. [Apparently, falling off a ladder is in fact bad. Not that she did it on purpose! It's just she had to clean something off her roof and this is Charlie McGee's luck.]

Hi. They said I can go home tomorrow.

[He goes in to place the flowers, smiling at first.]

Good. So nothing too serious happened? [He had been so worried at first, hearing she was in the hospital, scared. His heart beat nearly stopped, loud and slow in his ears. This was such a relief.]

You should have asked for help, for someone to spot you.

I will next time. There was no one around and I needed to get this done before my landlord came for an inspection. [She shifts slightly on the bed, wincing but otherwise okay.]

Nothings broken, though. They just want me here because I have a very slight concussion and they want to make sure I'm alright.

I'm glad it wasn't severe, or that you didn't break anything, then.

[Gives her a worried glance when she winces.]

Was it really that important it couldn't wait?

It probably could have waited. I just got impatient.

[She shrugs before giving a quick nod towards the dresser nearby.] Travel-sized Battleship. Care for a round?

[He has to smile to that.] You really like that game, huh? And of course, I'll get it. You stay there.

[He goes to the dresser and rummages around for it, shaking his head a little.]

It's a fun game. I never win it, but it's still fun.

As long as it's fun, it doesn't matter who wins, right?

[She NEVER won? Well, maybe he could sneak in a loss and she wouldn't notice, hmm? He sets the travel size down on the bed and starts setting it up.]

Exactly. I usually forget how to play with a strategy and just start calling out random letter-number combinations. It's awful but I enjoy it.

[A light laugh. He can work with that. Somehow, she's gonna win, this time.]

Well, if that's how you enjoy it.

[Ralph's eyes widen when he realises he's entered the wrong room, and he almost ducks back out again immediately. He doesn't quite, though, instead hovering awkwardly in the door, wringing his hands has much as he can without damaging the oversized bunch of flowers he has in them.]

I'm... I'm terribly sorry. Wrong room, I see. I was quite certain the nurses told me... it was this room, but, er... clearly... clearly I misheard.

[There's a faint twitch of a smile on Charlie's face. Sorry, sir. She finds this a bit amusing.]

That's alright. [Don't mind the scratchy tone to her voice. It's nothing to do with why she's here. It's the hospital air. She's here because she was in a car accident, had hit her head pretty damn well and they wanted to keep here for observation.] The nurses on shift right now are a bit inept.

No, no... I'm sure it's my fault. The nurses are quite busy, it would be most unfair for me to blame anyone but myself.

[He glances between her and the door, not quite sure what to do now.] You, er... you aren't infectious are you? Not to be... rude, or anything. I simply don't wish infect anyone when I leave here. Perhaps it would be better that I went straight home. Reduce the chance of spreading it on, so to speak.

Not that I'm saying for a moment that you look like you're infectious. It's just your, ah... it's just your voice. It has a something of a raw quality to it. But then again, perhaps that's how you always speak, in which case I've probably offended you.

[Another smile from Charlie, this one a bit bigger than before.] I was in a car accident. No infection here. They just want to make sure I'm actually alright before I head home.

[She pauses, shifting on the hospital bed for a moment. These things are not designed for comfort, are they?] I'm Charlie.

Oh... I-I see. I'm sorry.

[Ralph isn't used to getting introductions, so he blinks for a moment or two before he answers.] I'm... Ralph. It's lovely to meet you. Erm, Charlie.

It's a pleasure to meet you, too. [She points to the flowers, smiling slightly.] Whoever those flowers are for is lucky. They're gorgeous.

Oh, these. They're just... a-a small token. Nothing much. They're... they're for my groundsman. Ted.

There was a slight accident in the lower field. Whoever said fixing the drainage couldn't land you in hospital was... well, they were wrong. It's the least I can do, really. It is my field, after all.

( he'd probably have to be really injured for him to stay at a hospital for even an hour. )

[ Your mutant father-figure heard about this, and he got there as quickly as possible. You know, Jason, when Charles is watching after you and considers you to be in his care, he'll give the hospital one of his numbers so he'll be called as soon as you come in. There is no escaping him. He steps into Jason's room and looks him over for a moment. ]

You should consider staying overnight.

[ Although he is worried, he tries hard to not show it on his face or in his body language. For all of his efforts, though, he certainly does seem worried. ]

Edited 2012-03-08 22:10 (UTC)

( damn you, mutant father figure. he doesn't want or need your help, given that the last father figure he'd had betrayed him in the most spectacular of ways, and the one before him had been a crook who was killed by two-face. fathers in general are not good things, and he's better off without one. he doesn't need guidance, or mentorship, doesn't need to calm his fucking mind.

jason's already out of bed, looking for his things. he'd had weapons on him when he was admitted; a knife, a couple of batarangs, a smoke bomb, a 9mm. doubtless those were taken away. )

I don't mesh well in hospitals.

( he spent too much time in them. granted, in a vegetative state, but still. his body remembers the sights and sounds and smells of a hospital, and he hates that most of all. )

What are you doing here, anyway?

I gave them my number.

[ Think that all you want, Jason. Charles knows that you do need to calm down. You are no good to anyone dead. So no matter how much you want it his mentorship, Charles is still going to give it. He watches Jason collect his things, standing near the doorway of the room. ]

Just in case you get dragged into the morgue one night. Someone needs to know if you get injured -- [ he paused ] or killed.

( jason simply laughs at that. that's the thing. most people are afraid of death. him? he's been there and back. what the fuck can anyone do to him that was worse than what the joker already did? worse than what bruce did? there is nothing. )

Look, I get it. You have this save the children complex. You want to take care of everyone. But save the mother henning for people who actually want it or need it.

( god dammit he wants that knife back. it's special. jason's already tottering towards the doorway, dressed in only loose hospital pants with a length of bandage wrapped around his chest and his eyebrows raise at charles who is blocking his way. move. )

[ He smiled a little sadly, stepping out of the way, but still leaning against the doorframe. He thought that Jason did need it, and maybe some part of him wanted it. Charles hadn't probed deep enough to find out. He didn't hesitate for long to tell him. ]

I would not call caring for someone's well-being "mother henning".

[ He will follow you, Jason. ]

And you do need someone to do it for you, even if you don't do it for yourself.

[ Pain. It was a new sensation to Anri, considering how she'd desensitized herself, even before Saika. And after Saika, most if not all attacks toward her person were deflected outright. But sure enough, her whole body ached as she woke up.

Looking around groggily, she opened and closed her parched mouth. She recognized her surroundings as the apartment where Celty and Dr. Kishitani lived. ]

Wh... what happened...

Told ya t'not try takin' on that King Behemonth by yaself. [The 'told you so' look matches the words Light. That was not a smart thing you did with your stubborn ass self.]

[looks away, grumbling lightly.] I didn't. You all backed me up afterwards, just too slow to the punch.

Only 'cause I didn't wanna deal with a cryin' Vanille an' Hope lata'. [It's really because she cares, but you're gonna get her being an ass right now, because well, that was dumb.]

[she's going to cross her arms with a huff, petulant about the cast around her right ankle.] Yeah, yeah. It was just a bad fall. Better me than either of those two, don't you think?

Should 'ave been any of us. [Stubborn Fang is stubborn, ok?]

An' it wouldn't 'ave been if ya 'adn't gone off so far ahead of everyone.

[leers.] Like I said: too slow. Are you done or do I have to take as much lecturing as my medicine?

No. [The word was firm, possibly overly so.]

You gotta cool ya heels is the problem 'ere, Light. [Says the person who's threatened to take on the whole party.] If ya go off and get yaself impaled by some beast there's gotta be no one for Serah t'come back to.

I knew what I was doing, Fang, and I know that. It's the only reason I keep fighting.

There's a difference between fightin' everythin' ya come in contact with an' pickin' ya battles. [Clearly if it had been bad enough that no one could use their medic role to fix it, this was something they really hadn't been ready for.]

That wasn't a good pick. [This might just be as closely to motherly as Fang gets.]

[looks at her rebelliously.] Are you looking for an apology, mom?

[Eyes would narrow at Light with a rather displeased look.]

If ya gonna be suicidal about ya fights, don't expect me t'save ya next time.

[clicks her teeth and rolls her eyes.] You're blowing this way out of proportion. That thing was heading our way anyway. Did you want to see it trample Vanille instead?

[Okay, now she's starting to get a little pissy. Fang didn't normally blow shit out of proportion and she wasn't starting now.]

Vanille an' Hope both tried 'ealing ya. Neither of them could. You think we'd be 'ere if it wasn't for some serious damage? [Com'mon Light, don't be stupid.]

Everyone's safe, and I've got nothing worse than a broken bone. Could you leave me alone already?

Thank Lady Luck they are. [Eyes remained narrowed at Light for a moment before Fang sighed, shaking her head and standing.]

Yeah, don't take too long gettin' that fixed. We got a lot t'do an' not much time t'do it in.

[returns her disapproval with a pointed look.] The sooner you leave the sooner I can rest and the quicker I can recover. [maybe. if she doesn't get bored out of her mind and die first. but she'll stay optimistic.] I trust you can all handle yourselves without me for a day.

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Quinn Fabray ♔ Glee

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sam winchester | spn

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claire redfield ☣ resident evil ☣ ota

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Eliot Spencer | Leverage | OTA

Lindsey McDonald | Angel | OTA

taiwan ✿ hetalia

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belarus // hetalia

Sergeant Doyle || 28 Weeks Later

Hope this is alright

Totally fine!

That movie was just so much better than I was expecting

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castiel. supernatural.

hellooooooo legs-cough- i mean nurse

and by school she means college classes /cough

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i guess lenalee is somewhat au here. her past life is the real canon for her

aww :> sounds good~

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Artemis | Young Justice

Lenalee Lee | D.Gray-man | ota!

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awwwwww this'll be so cute i play taiwan in other placesssssss

awww, really? :D whats her account?

ahhhh, not on dw or anything, just mostly on gaia and on aim o u o hehehehe totally asserting

ahh okay! BUT THIS THREAD IS REALLY CUTE :>

AH KNOW :3c

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and now i force my ship into an au meme yaaaaay

aww skljd I LOVE THAT SHIP

So terribly late, hope this is okay.

Re: So terribly late, hope this is okay.

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I'm so sorry, I fell asleep at my computer last night ;;;;;;

Soul Eater Evans | Soul Eater

I don't even know

omg lol I love Dirk <3

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Mini McGuinness | Skins | OTA

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