Infirmary

[there_is_a_me]

Spoon slept for a while after Lily patched him up. He'd had a pretty bad day. Not the worst day he'd ever had, honestly- he'd actually killed Magog, and nobody he knew personally had been eaten- but still, a pretty bad day

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[princeinexile]

"...shh, there are people sleeping here."

THat'd be his uncle. Zuko is awake, and his Mel is mysteriously missing.

[there_is_a_me]

Spoon winces. "Sorry," he says. "How long's it been?"

[princeinexile]

Zuko snorts. "I have no idea. I haven't seen out thee window, been kinda-- drugged up." It could have been DAYS and Zuko wouldn't know any better.

[there_is_a_me]

"Can't have been long," Spoon answers. "I don't have to piss."

[princeinexile]

Zuko chokes out rough laughter. "Good to know. Puked up the last water I had--but that was over-- there."

[there_is_a_me]

Spoon nods, whether or not it can be seen. "So we're both running on empty," he answers. "And a couple of pints low." He thinks for a bit. There's something in there that he wanted to say, somewhere...

Oh, yeah.

"Bet we could get really fuckin' drunk right now if Harper'd bring us some of that hooch of his."

[princeinexile]

"Probably the only time it'd be safe for me to get drunk. I couldn't make a spark if you gave me flint and tinder." He smirks, looking over from his bed a moment later. "How bad you get it?"

In the fight, that is. Injuries! Report, Armsmaster!

[there_is_a_me]

"Never pass up the opportunity to eat," says Spoon sagely. "And don't bloody waste the chance to get pissed, neither."

There's a pause, and thought.

"Arrow through the upper chest. Hit the fuckin' shoulderblade from the inside." A pause again, for breath. "And one of the fuckin' Magog tried to twist off my foot."

Tried being the operative word.

[princeinexile]

Zuko is silent, but he does nod once.

He does not share what was done to him; it'd be like punishing Spoon, somehow. So he just said, "They'll take care of it, of you. You'll be upright in no time."

[there_is_a_me]

Spoon has something of an idea. He was looking in Zuko's direction when Josh came in. The last time he saw a body look like that, Amnesty International had been involved.

"Fuck that. It'll heal," Spoon says instead of anything else. "I'll work around it in the meantime. If I don't get bored out of me fuckin' skull, anyways. That ceiling's getting mighty old already."

[princeinexile]

Zuko chuckles softly, but has no answer.

He's going to be here a while.