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[oz_dg]

Who: DG & Everyone
Where: Infirmary
When: January 21st, 8 PM.
What: DG is awake.

All she was really aware of was the pain of a throbbing headache. Really bad headache. Worse then the time her and her friends had gone to every single bar in the state to get DG her free birthday drink, really it was. Blue eyes blinked open slowly and met the white

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[w_cain]

"Newt? Every family had one. My older brother told me it was poison so he'd because he was the one who didn't get in trouble." Cain grinned for a moment, then the expression almost snapped off, as if he'd realized he'd said too much.

Cain met Ahamo's eyes. He still wasn't happy, but wasn't about to discuss it or in any way speak with any disrespect towards DG's mother in front of her.

He respected the woman as Queen, but their ideas of parenting was not miles, but evidently worlds apart.

"We all dealt with it as best we could, Deej. After all, the only way in hell I'da read those books was because the Healers said you might be able to hear my voice."

[oz_dg]

Ah she knew what that meant. Her mom had retreated into her room and locked away the world to deal with it, making mindless prayers and promises to whatever deity that would listen. It's how DG was when things went really wrong, on the otherside at least. In any case, her mother had been there when she woke up so that meant that she'd been to see her at least once in the four days, and that was good enough for DG. It had to be hard.

"I can remember some stuff, I think Scraps was here. I've got this event of mindless talking that goes in circles and crying." Then again maybe it was just a dream, but who knew. Perhaps Scraps really did like her.

"How are all of the guards? Jason?" Jason was her buddy, he was amusing at times and she didn't want to hear that he'd died somehow or anything like that, because it would just break her heart. After all he was there to protect her.

[w_cain]

"We lost ten guards in the initial attack." It wasn't like she wasn't going to find out. "Jason is fine. Got shot in the knee. But Raw got to him and he's able to walk just fine. He was annoyed he was too noticeable to go on the retrieval mission. It took a direct order and pointing out how he'd endanger the rescue just by standing head and shoulders above everyone else."

Cain spoke softly while the medication had a chance to kick in. "Johnson took a nasty shot in the shoulder and scared Dave half into the underworld, but he's fine now. Johnson. Dave I'm not certain ever was fine."

"Oh, and Scraps was here. At least twice. I have no idea what she talked about. Likely wouldn't if I was here, either. But she was trying to be supportive and helpful. Az was here as well. She's a lot like you with the guilt department."

He didn't have the problem at all. Not him.

"But she's the one who saved your life, and your hand. Under those circumstances, she was brave, and did what she could."

[omaha_back]

Ahamo was content with the idea of not discussing what had happened between him and Cain before, especially not now in front of DG. He would take him to the side later to explain that it was between the two of them, allowances could be made for the mental state he had been in, but it was a line the younger man better not attempt to cross again with the Prince Consort.

It was more generous than he felt like being.

"Especially with what happened to his son," he tilted his head in Cain's direction. "Although her guards have been keeping a very close eye on every move he makes around her." Ahamo saw no problem with that, in fact, he would have been perfectly happy keeping the pair apart for the time being. If her guard Sergei had not informed him that the boy was helping her, getting her out of her room, making her smile.

[w_cain]

Cain couldn't fault Ahamo there. He really couldn't. Drugs, memory loss, they did NOT excuse striking an unarmed female not attempting you any harm. Nothing did.

"Seems Zero had a fae accomplice who drugged Jeb and wiped a couple years of memory off him. She put him in a room with Az to torment her. Jeb hit Az, Deej, and if you wanna turn him into a snail or slug or somethin' for a few days, you go right ahead. No excuse for what he did."

She was bound to find out about that as well.

[oz_dg]

"Figured.. I'll have to talk to her whenever she feels like it." Azkadellia was likely traumatized by what had happened during the time of the kidnapping and she had no idea what was done to her sister, so maybe space was the best thing for right now.

With a frown she glanced between the two of them curiously. Then the information came and she wished that she hadn't heard it, but it was almost instantly that her face hardened in anger. "Excuse me?" DG questioned as she sat up further in the bed once more, halfway tempted to get out and go beat him down herself.

[omaha_back]

A slug? At least. If Az gave even the smallest hint that she wanted him gone, Jeb would be out in the desert before he could blink. With Johnson as the man accompanying him, to...make sure he got where he needed to be. It was an open secret through the Palace that the guard had only kept the much smaller alive because of his charge's wishes. The moment that changed, he would be there.

Her guards seemed to be first loyal to her, then to the chain of command.

"Gabriel Grey and one of the Wolves came into the room she had been moved to, just in time to see Jeb hit her apparently." His jaw clenched, if Grey had not pulled him away from her and hit him first, Ahamo gladly would have. "She was pretty badly beaten when we found her."

[w_cain]

"You're in no condition to kick his behind right now, Darlin'. And he deserves it. If you'd rather give him a black eye than zap him, that's fine too. You just need a bit more recovery time and a lot less pain medication to do it." Cain helped gently urge her back into the bed. "He's technically recovering from the ordeal, but he really on probation without pay. I've talked to him, been angry with him, all that. But your sister seems to have forgivin' him. Without even much in the way of groveling

[oz_dg]

Oh Jeb would get what was coming to him as soon as she was able to stand and have the use of her hand once more that much was for sure. Things might just randomly start flying in his direction until he either apologized or cried, preferably cried.

"Oh trust me he'll be wishing he hadn't touched her." Now her mind was already thinking of ways to speed up her healing process so that she could run around the Palace like she did before this entire ordeal, then she'd really make Jeb wish he wasn't alive.

Clearing her throat she glanced between the two figures and then crossed her arms. "So what else have I missed in four days?" Apparently she was going to have to track down every single person in the Palace and question them about what was going on just so that she could get the entire story.

[omaha_back]

As much as he was disliking Jeb Cain, to be honest he was not exactly fond of the elder Cain at the moment either, Ahamo did not like the idea of his daughter being involved in further violence. On either end of the damage. Anger at the young man should be dealt with in less destructive ways, but he doubted he could disuade DG if she was determined.

Girl was stubborn as her mother. And him as well, he acknowledged.

"There were some interesting articles in the newspapers. They run the gambit of opinions," He shook his head wearily, "From the one based out of Central City that seems to be the most objective, even supportive of the Crown. To the paper based out of Munchkinland, I fear it was basically a character assassination of nearly every person mentioned in their article."

[az_of_the_oz]

The moment Az had gotten the news, she had left dinner. At first she had been walking, but then she just burst into a sprint of a run. She had to get to DG, no matter that her lungs were burning from shortened breathing, or that she was not used to running in the slightest. Let alone from one far section of the gardens to the Infirmary.

Her guards following close behind did not even enter her mind, all that mattered was seeing her sister. Seeing that she was awake and okay, that everything would be better from now on. It was more vital than the next breath.

It took an eternity, it felt like, to get to the open doorway. There she stopped, breathing heavily, staring at the three people inside. All of a sudden she was not sure whether she should really be there. What if DG did not want to see her? The thought struck with all the subtlety of Johnson's dislike of Jeb. And it hurt, oh gods did it hurt.

"Deeg," she mumured, smiling hesitantly.

[spiffeh_jeb]

The news hit like a truck barreling down the street of Central City. DG was awake? It took a few seconds for Jeb to realize what they'd said, and in those few seconds, Azkadellia had already taken off out the door. Deciding it would be better to follow her either way, Jeb promptly followed without as much as another word to the two men. They could finish their own dinner.

Jeb didn't catch up to Azkadellia, following at a fast paced walk all the way to the infirmary, where his fiancee was already talking to her sister.

Great, now what? Jeb had not been exactly close to the younger princess before this incident, he had no idea how much she knew of everything that had happened, nor was he sure if she even wanted to see him right around now.

But. Um. It's the thought that counted, right?

Right?

"Good to see you finally awake, DG."

[oz_dg]

She'd only just learned about what Jeb had done when her sister had entered the room and she grinned, "Hey Az!" DG announced brightly and in an instant that look had been wiped off of her face when that bastard dared show up, behind her sister no less, to come see her. Jeb seriously needed his head checked, she thought.

It took about ten seconds, if that, for her to rip the thing out of her arm and move the few steps to Jeb, and out of no where she brought her right hook directly to his face.

So yeah it hurt, like a bitch, to hit him as hard as she had. Despite how much show she put on about being tough she wasn't really - not physically at least. DG had never thought to train herself or go to the gym, but right now she thanked her god that her robo father always had her help on the farm.