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[betrayedblade]

[This is for anyone who would know (family, Kadaj, Eald, Chloe?, anyone who would try to keep up with him) that by now he's been found and drug back to the hospital (by Kadaj) to get better. He's still horribly sick but there isn't much of a way for him to keep people away other than griping their ears out (when he isn't coughing out a lung) since

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[is_the_eldest]

[When Ezio said he'd found out where there father was, it didn't take much to get him up and moving. When they came to the hospital he couldn't quite believe that's what it was. What he knew as a place of doctors and healing, was nothing like this. This place was huge, and so... strange. And empty.

But they soon find where their father is and standing beside his brother, if not placing his arm on Ezio's shoulder to lean a bit against him, he gives his father a chiding look. Worried about him, yes, but if he was still alive, he had faith his father would be fine. Stubborn old man he was.]

If he is awake, I hope he can hear how much worry he put us through! [Said in a teasing tone, but it was the truth. Among the nonsense going on with Knowlton, they had to worry about their father possibly dying all alone out there, since he was too stubborn to let them come find him. Well, too bad now. They were here, and they weren't leaving.]

[betrayedblade]

[Giovanni snorted and only afterward stirred, peeking his eyes open minutely to glance at the brothers standing just inside the room. He promptly closed his eyes once more and settled back into a comfortable position--or as comfortable as he could manage.]

It is only fitting after all of the worrying times the two of you have forced me to live through with all your antics over the years.

[is_the_eldest]

Good nature and fun, you mean, baby brother.

[A nudge, before Ezio wanders further into the room. Federico of course follows, standing near, and his own eyes are inspecting their father. It's obvious Giovanni is still not feeling well, anyone could tell that, but how well he's off really? Well, he and Ezio both had no idea. With his own small cold getting better, he could only hope that their father would fair the same. And soon.

He would have asked how he was doing, but Ezio beat him to it.]

[betrayedblade]

[...]

Better.

[Not quite a line anymore than it was entirely true. He felt miserable but he wasn't getting any worse; and best of all whatever he was being given at the least helped suppress his cough combined with his own will. But he still felt horrible.

Other than that everything just...was. He'd get over it, eventually; till then, he was just frustrated and there was nothing to be done about it.]

/pat pat

[is_the_eldest]

[And for the first time, since coming to this world and this city, Federico felt like the big brother again. Ezio looking to him for an answer to the awkward silence that had fallen between them and their father. He just gives him a quick smile before stepping up closer to Giovanni's bed, having a bit of a look around, his eyes moving to inspect the bed his father was laying on.]

Better, but not yet well. [He places a hand on the side of the bed, tilting his head a bit looking down at his father.]

Since you'll be resting up, is there anything we can do, papa? [He grins a little.] Besides get out of your hair. You kept us away before, we need to at least see you for a few moments, before you shoo us away, no?

someone let me know if I get too cheesy. /headdesks ...and don't ask about the icon IDEK

[betrayedblade]

[Giovanni actually seemed to shrink back when Federico peered down at him; it wasn't a recoil just the natural reaction from disliking admitting that there was actually more wrong with him than he would openly admit. His eyebrows furrow at Federico's cheeky behavior.]

You do realize that as soon as I am out of this bed I am going to pay you ten-fold for whatever nonsense you put me through. [And people wondered where the Auditore brothers got their infectious "pout" from that enabled them to get away with just about anything: their father if today was any indicator. His frown was of the type that knew they were about to get anything and everything they deserved for misbehaving and there was nothing he could do about it but accept it.] If anything will ever turn my hair grey early it will be you two. [But he grinned at the last.]

Never. Nothing is ever too cheesy for them.

[is_the_eldest]

Si, prevent that and keep you young and spry. [Not that he was saying you were old, Giovanni... but he wasn't saying you were young.]

Though there will be no pay back for our misbehavior until you're well and able. [In which he wonders how long that will be.] The dottori, how long do they say you'll be here, papa? How long until they decide we can drag you home? [A soft chuckle.] Or until you think yourself well enough and you come home on your own.

Oh, good.

[betrayedblade]

[Gee, thanks you two. :|]

I do not know, I did not listen to them when I was first dragged in here. [His eyes dart anyway and he shrugs nonchalantly.] I will leave when I feel like it and not a moment later. That is that.

[is_the_eldest]

I already had Eald whip plenty of that into me, idiota. Though a refresher game with either of you would do me some good, I don't doubt.

[He grins at Ezio.]

If I want to be schooled I can play papa, but if I want to school someone, I can play you, baby brother.

[betrayedblade]

[He just sighs and shakes his head, but there is just the barest hint of a smile on his lips.]

I am too tired to play right now, Ezio. But I will watch.