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Characters: RED Sniper (hasstandards), BLU Sniper (bye_to_yer_head), RED Pyro (notintehkitchen), Chibiterasu (chibibrushheir), and you!*
When: Mid-December
Where: Hospital
Rating: PGish
Summary: RED Sniper awakens in the hospital, having been dragged there after his rescue. His injuries are severe, but he's about to get some visitors.

* Feasibly, he could have several visitors with the span of time he

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RED rubbed his eyes again, as though it would dispel the throbbing pain behind them. He kept his face impassive, but it was increasingly harder to focus on the conversation. "Right," he muttered in reply, grateful he wasn't met with much resistance. He wasn't sure he had the stamina to argue, as much as he liked to think he did.

A pause grew between them. There was one more thing RED needed, but asking for it required another dose of swallowing his pride down- not only that, but it ultimately compromised his safety. The problem was he didn't trust the BLU, but he was going to have to. He tried to sign it off as a sign of goodwill, but that just left a bad taste in his mouth. Still, necessity was what it was, and the fact was he needed something and there was no other way to get it.

His eyes were still closed when he spoke again. "I've got some tools. A few small things in my ammo pouch. It's at the house on the coffee table." He hadn't taken it with him, as he'd figured he'd be gone only a few minutes, at most- just a quick glance at the party and back. In hindsight, it was the better outcome, even if it had left him seemingly unprepared for a fight.

Another pause as he swallowed that lump in his throat, still galled by what he was doing. "Ringo knows where it is, but he won't know what he's lookin' for."

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BLU looked up sharply, the subtle meaning of what RED was saying was clearly evident from his tone. He was letting an enemy know where he lived, and allowing him access to his house and his things. If Sniper decided to steal everything, the RED was in no position to stop him.

Well it was only fair afterall, he knew where BLU lived. But the circumstances here were so different from that day where RED had attacked him. In the end he simply nodded, bringing something like that out into the open would be more awkward than it was worth. And if there was no point in saying something, he wouldn't waste his breath.

"Roight. I'll get that fer ya then. No worries." He hesitated, worried his next words were going to seem like an act of pity, but he couldn't help but ask. "You need anythin' else? Smokes?"

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The offer for smokes did not go unconsidered, though RED eventually shook his head. Though his eyes were still closed, his hand returned to Chibi, scratching behind his ears to take his mind off the room. It was impossible to shut it all out, even with distractions.

He finally spoke. "Nah. They'd probably not let me have them in here anyway. Wouldn't even have a way to light them with the state I'm in."

It pained him to admit that level of helplessness, but it wasn't as though BLU couldn't see it for himself. There was only so much one could do with two fingers on one hand and an entire arm unusable.

[bye_to_yer_head]

"Suppose that's true. You are a mess." RED seemed to be fading fast, probably due to all the medication. BLU had no idea what exactly the doctors had done for him, and he wasn't about to snoop in his medical records to find out, but the various IV's and beeping machines spoke for themselves. It was probably time for RED to rest and try to recover his strength, he still looked to be in pain, and he had obviously lost weight in the time he had been there.

Sniper nodded and stood up, hefting his bow over his shoulder and sliding the knife into his pocket. Walking to the side of the bed he gave Chibi a couple head pats before addressing RED again. "I'll leave ya to it then. Don't go an' die after I spent all that toime draggin' you around." He tried his best to sound harsh, but he actually meant that. "I'll be back tomorrow with my gun an' yer things." And with that he turned and left the room, trying to hide his limp as much as possible.

[hasstandards]

There was a word of genuine appreciation somewhere in him, but RED couldn't manage to get it out, especially to a man he still wasn't entirely sure he trusted, but was forced to under the circumstances. He had few options but to cave to dependency for the moment, given the state of his body. He ached everywhere, his eyes struggling to focus on anything as he opened them- his vision blurred, the medication that had been staving off the pain tearing through him having worn off.

He gave a nod, relinquishing to the pillow mountain behind him for support. "Tomorrow, then." He closed his eyes again as BLU left, unaware his trying to hide his own personal torment nearly matched his rival's actions.