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[petraarkanian]

It has been a long week. Petra has spent most of it unconscious, completly unaware of the passage of time. She lays in a bed tucked under homemade quilts. Food is forced into her, and her bandages must have been changed recently. The only thing missing is a thing of flowers by the bedside

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[mandercommander]

Bonzo munches on the food; it should be noted that he eats slowly, as eating is about the only 'entertainment' he gets around here. It's his sole distraction, so he makes the most of it.

And besides, there's no need to make it go down before he tastes it.

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When Bonzo finishes his grazing, it's back to...well, doing nothing. Nothing but pacing and thinking.

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Bonzo starts pacing back and forth. Occasionally, he mulls over whether he is, in fact, dead. The idea isn't appealing, but...if all he had was the privilege of fighting for two days to be followed by an eternity of boredom, he couldn't ask for much more of a punishment.

If they died in that cold room and he just didn't notice, it would make even more sense to him.

And I wasn't good enough to save her. I tried, and I couldn't get Petra back to the Bar.

That gnaws at him deeply, and with nobody else around to notice, he occasionally mutters, occasionally throws a temper tantrum and punches the wall (something he hasn't been prone to doing since Battle School), and generally tries to sift through what he's doing in this place.

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The idea of that 'purgatory' place he'd heard about once or twice also floats through his mind, and in the end, all he can settle on is that he doesn't know what's going on or why he is where he is.

[petraarkanian]

Bonzo's door opens, and the hound enters. He jumps upon the bed and curls up, his golden eyes staring at Bonzo. "When will you cease to be selfish?"

[mandercommander]

"Selfish? What do you mean?"

[petraarkanian]

"Think about it."

The Hound's eyes close.

[mandercommander]

Bonzo sighs. "About Petra, isn't it?" Pause. "How is she doing?"

[petraarkanian]

"She sleeps." The hound does not open his eyes.

[mandercommander]

Bonzo...does not interpret that as he might. His composure...well, it takes about two seconds to collapse.

"No...no..."

[petraarkanian]

The hound does not open his eyes.

"Try again."

[mandercommander]

Well...it takes a bit longer for Bonzo to get his composure back together now. He was actually starting to tear up and so forth when the Hound corrects him.

"Oh..." Pause. "Coma?"

[petraarkanian]

The Hound does not answer. He simply lays there.

[mandercommander]

Sigh. "Is she going to be alright?"

[petraarkanian]

Silence.

[mandercommander]

And now a frustrated sigh.

"What do you want from me?"

[petraarkanian]

"How alright she becomes is up to you."

[mandercommander]

"What can I do to help her?"

There's hardly a pause from the end of what the Hound says to him starting up.

[petraarkanian]

"Think."

The hound gets up and leaves, the door locking behind him again.