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[ihasachezburger]

*Sets Hong Kong down on a a bed in the HQ's infirmary and quickly searches through cabinets for rolls of gauze. A few boxes are knocked down on the floor in his search until he pulls out the rolls he was searching for

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[discoverhk]

*still delirious, muttering weird things and cries out in pain*

STOP I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING.

[ihasachezburger]

*Places a hand on his shoulder* Calm down... you're just going to make your injuries worse...

[discoverhk]

*he grabs America's arm with his good hand and stares at him with crazed eyes*

Where is she?

[ihasachezburger]

W-who?

[discoverhk]

I'm...going...to...kill her...

[ihasachezburger]

... Why?

[discoverhk]

*he mumbles something, but then his grip loosens on America's sleeve as he passes out with his eyes still open. It looks like a light just burnt out in them*

[ihasachezburger]

... Hong Kong? *Lightly pats his cheek to check if he's still there.*

[discoverhk]

*his body shakes as though he is cold*

[ihasachezburger]

*Looks around for a blanket or sheet.* Damn, barely anything in this room...

*Removes his jacket and puts it on Hong Kong* This should keep you warm.

[ooc: I need to sleep, totally nodding off right now! I hope China comes~]

[discoverhk]

*He huddles reflexively into the jacket and pulls it up to his chin, muttering things even though he's out cold*

[ooc: Okay, goodnight~~~ I hope China comes, too!]

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[chairman_yao]

*Stalking the HQ hallways, still fuming after his run in with Ivan, Yao hears noises coming from behind the infirmary doors - noises that interrupt the explosive anti-Russian rant raging in his head. Irritated, he decides to redirect his fury towards the occupant of the room and kicks open the doors rudely. The scene inside makes his blood run cold*

H-H... HONG KONG!?

[chairman_yao]

*Running over to Hong Kong, hovering uselessly, rage and irritation slowly returning as he can't touch Hong Kong at all till 2046, he can't examine him or hold him or even close the lids on those unseeing blank eyes but Yao can see a head injury, the extent of which is obscured by a jacket... an oddly familiar jacket... a jacket that no doubt belongs to the American currently lounging around on a chair while his ailing brother is dying for all he knows. The rage ...returns*

JONES!?

[chairman_yao]

WHAT DID YOU DO!?

*he doesn't wait for an answer and just lunges at Alfred, aiming for the neck he should have broken earlier*

[ihasachezburger]

URK! *Grimaces in pain and tries to pull Yao off him, or at least far enough to allow him to somewhat speak.*

Didn't... do... a'thing...! Fu-... found... him...! Chrrk! *Tries to get his fingers under Yao's hands.* Goin'... cra... zy...! Le-...leggo...! *brings an arm back and throws out a desperate punch to Yao's face.*

[red_underthebed]

*Ivan walks past the opened doors, only to see the American and the Chinese trying to kill each other and cannot believe his good fortune*