he really likes hospitals oh baby [OPEN]

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Who: Big Boss & anyone that wants to see a grouchy, blind old man bound to a hospital bed
When: Sunday to Wednesday? WHENEVER YOU LIKE
Where: Skye Medical
Summary: Big Boss almost got killed while chasing the remnants with Triela, but instead of losing his life he just lost his eye and is now in the hospital! Whoo! He also punched a doctor in the

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She wants to say, Dummy. She wants to say, Of course I am. She wants to start crying. She wants to pull him out of bed. She wants him to pick her up. She wants to shoot everyone who'd stuck needles into him - slam their heads against walls or windows, ask them what the hell they thought they were doing. You'll hurt him! But that might be hypocritical.

Much of that feels very selfish and it's a bit horrifying that she's projecting on to him so hard. With honesty, life is not something she cares very much about, simply because she has not been taught to care about it. The opposite: It's been her purpose to take it. Seeing this man lay in a hospital bed, then, should do little to affect her.

No, it's not like that. She wants to weep and she can't keep her fingers from trembling. (They are gloved. She's got blood underneath her fingernails, and even if he can't see them, there are others.)

What she says isn't any of the things she'd like to. It's only, "Yes, sir."

Inhibition can't restrain her from carefully threading her fingers with his. She doesn't move the broken arm. Her gloved thumb moves over his, the beginning of a repetitive motion.

She looks at him and can't tell whether he seems weak-like-a-human or godlike to her.

"Yes, sir."

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If he could, he'd lift his arm right now and pet her head in a comforting gesture. He'd probably still try it, if he didn't know that she'd disapprove of it, so he can only respond weakly, and with words. He can feel her fingers, and that's enough.

"I'm glad."

He wishes she would talk more instead. He's not the best when it comes to that, but he's not the one that needs comforting now.

"You did your best. Things like these just happen. I've always known that, so don't worry so much. I'm sure I'd be in worse condition now if it weren't for you. Dead, maybe."

It was the right decision of her to call the ambulance, too, even if he hadn't wanted it at the time. She did all the right things, while he made nothing but mistakes. Chasing the remnants, and attacking them in the first place. Underestimating them like that.

And maybe, he thinks, maybe I am not fit for making these decisions after all.

It was only him this time, but there would always be a next time.

He feels about ready to fall asleep again. Jack guesses that he sleeps at least at least 12 hours a night instead of the usual 4; he'd overheard a nurse saying that getting more sleep would be good for him, that he's too stressed, and that that's another reason for keeping him there for a while. Thankfully, it was a dreamless sleep.

"You should go home and catch up on sleep."

He remembers. He'd left something for her.