[He is both kind of proud an a lot of asdf still, but that isn't going to keep him from going to see her. Zip, straight to her bed once she's done with that post.]
[She eyes him warily for a moment because she knows he would have had to see everything she posted before working out where she was. But he's here anyway. That's a good thing, right?
Shego's sitting upright on the bed, mostly to keep the pressure off her wounds; the hospital gown on her top half laces up at the back and there's a lot of dressings over it.]
Me and Kenzie got ambushed. I thought it was just scratches, I didn't realize how bad the bleeding was until we got back here.
[This sounds a lot better to her than 'I did something suicidal in defense of a relative stranger out of guilt and then almost bled to death.']
[Tim shakes his head and pulls up a chair. He really has to bite back something that would sound a little too much like scolding. It's not like he hasn't done that before. But still.]
When I'm guessing you passed out? [Hint of disapproval. Tiny bit. But mostly it's really tightly controlled concern. Why the suicidal acts. :c]
[She hesitates only a moment, then nods.] Yeah. [Really the only reason she'd known she wasn't death tolling was that the cuts were still so bad.] Hey. I heard it was your birthday yesterday. [Subtle subject change, Shego.]
[Well that's comforting. :| Tim exhales through his nose, and reaches for her hand. Sometimes physical reassurance was better than anything he could say - sometimes he just had no idea what to say.]
Yeah, It's a good thing Dick remembers this things, I never do.
[Well.] If the foot rub's a serious offer, I'll take it. [She brushes a hand through her hair and rearranges herself a bit, trying to make herself more comfortable although it's basically impossible without putting pressure or strain on something a dinosaur's run its claws through.] Did you go out into port?
[He gets up to drag his chair own to the foot of her bed, and tugs the sheets aside enough to get at her feet, kneading one.] Yeah, after I talked Sylar into it. It wasn't so bad for us. Coincidentally, reptiles don't really taste like chicken.
Hey. What happened?
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Shego's sitting upright on the bed, mostly to keep the pressure off her wounds; the hospital gown on her top half laces up at the back and there's a lot of dressings over it.]
Me and Kenzie got ambushed. I thought it was just scratches, I didn't realize how bad the bleeding was until we got back here.
[This sounds a lot better to her than 'I did something suicidal in defense of a relative stranger out of guilt and then almost bled to death.']
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When I'm guessing you passed out? [Hint of disapproval. Tiny bit. But mostly it's really tightly controlled concern. Why the suicidal acts. :c]
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Yeah, It's a good thing Dick remembers this things, I never do.
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