voice || actionresistfateJune 23 2009, 23:11:30 UTC
[He's sat on the edge of his bed again, though this time his hands are digging in to the edge of the mattress. There's blood-stained bandaging around the upper half of his chest]
voice || actionresistfateJune 23 2009, 23:49:21 UTC
[Re-opening his eyes, he looks back toward Derek, watching him carefully. This time it isn't to weigh him up; it's to take as much in as he can. This is his uncle, if what they'd both said was true]
Good. With HQ gone, we're going to need all the soldiers we can get.
Reese. Find Kate a medic.
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Tell the me the problem, so I don't end up getting some idiot with a scalpel fetish.
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Four days post-op.
[And he's out of painkillers too]
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[He raises an eyebrow]
You shouldn't be sitting up.
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Would you be sat around all day if you could help it?
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Probably not. But in this case you're like Kyle.
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He's a good kid.
[That's it, before he's sliding himself back up the bed to rest his back against the wall]
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Something like that.
[He leaves the room for a minute to get a post up on the Network, then comes back and leans against the wall]
You know, you can ask me questions.
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[He's already taking a lot on faith, thanks to Kyle's input at the weekend]
You're from somewhere in the future.
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[His eyes close for a few minutes, head resting back against the cool wall]
You'll be turning up soon then?
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Good. With HQ gone, we're going to need all the soldiers we can get.
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[He's not quite sure if he should add anything else]
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I've been here before.
[It's a statement and not a question. He's seen the records]
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[He thinks about it for a few seconds]
For eight months we were here together.
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