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[lost_undercover]

Who: Armand, Billy Costigan; later, Donny Donowitz, Dick Grayson, optional Claire Bennet. [Closed.]
Where: Level 4 common room, then other places.
When: Late tonight.
What: Costigan attacks Armand, Armand beats up Costigan, Donny intervenes; Dick catches Donny/Costigan on the way back to Donny's room; Armand goes to talk to Claire (or something).

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[batmanschmatman]

Dick laughed quietly as the other warden left. "Sure thing Donny." He meant it too. Between being a friend of Costigan's and a good guy in general, Donny was definitely the first person he'd get in touch with if something happened. He actually sort of wished he'd known Donny better back when Costigan had been going through detox. Might have saved them from the whole issue of why did you call Tim when I was trying to get another pill if he'd just banged on the wall he and Donny shared and yelled for the other warden to get over here.

He let out a short laugh at the comment before getting to work cleaning and bandaging the injuries. They really weren't that bad, and the bleeding was already slowing, so the injuries weren't really anything to be too concerned about besides the fact that they'd happened in the first place. He worked carefully and methodically, trying to be as gentle as possible even though he knew it would sting like a bitch no matter what he did.

As he finished cleaning off the inmate's face, he couldn't help but study the marks on his neck for a few seconds, suddenly sort of angry that he hadn't been able to punch Armand in the face for doing this. Sure, he still didn't know the details, but his item had gone off and he'd been worried. He moved on to continue bandaging the other gashes. "How's your throat?"

[lost_undercover]

Costigan tensed at the pain of the disinfectant, but didn't do much more than that. He slammed his eyes close to focus on something other than the pain, thinking back to Boston, to the Commons and all the laps he'd run around that park. Darkness was beginning to seep into his thoughts and he wasn't sure if he was passing out, falling asleep, or just drifting in his mind. He tried to talk to Dick to prevent himself from being lost to his fatigue entirely, though it took him a beat to realize his warden had asked the question.

"It's fine, guy," he replied first, then realized neither of them believed it and decided to elaborate rather than risk the all-too-pleasant suspicions. "It hurts like a bitch."

[batmanschmatman]

"Somehow, I'm not surprised," he quipped back with a little humor. Strangulation was never a fun injury to recover from - which yeah, he knew first hand - and the bruises looked pretty bad. "Guess at least you're breathing okay." Which meant there wouldn't any permanent damage, which he'd doubted anyway. It took a lot of force to actually crush someone's throat.

He went back to cleaning up the injuries, realizing he should probably at least try to keep him talking for a little while to get all the facts and keep him from passing out until he was sure he was really okay, so as he taped down another bandage, he asked "So, what the hell happened?"