young hearts burst open; wounds bleed fresh.

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Who: Ciel Phantomhive, Alois Trancy, various visitors (if you think your character would reasonably want to visit them, go for it)
When: March 3rd and the days following
Where: Skye Medical
Summary: They were, you know, stabbed. If anyone wants to drop by and visit them, now's the time.
Warnings: Nnnot that I can think of! Occasional language?

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visitors for both

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Alois was pretty bleary, too, and blinked quite slowly as he processed Akira's sudden presence. Then, he sniffed.

"I hope that's not carbonated," he said, slurring.

[littlest_lord]

Ciel had decided he hated the hospital. He'd already been taken to emerge once before, when Amy had drunk a little too much blood from his neck and that had been a less than pleasant experience. Needles were sharp and reminded him of microscopic knives and as such, they made him feel immeasurably nervous. Even so, he'd been in so much pain he hadn't cared when he'd been stuck with an IV, pain killers dripping into his system as he lay, propped up with pillows in the hospital bed

wwworks for me.

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"Well I don't want to wear anything like that," Alois said. The pain medication they'd put him on had been drawing out more and more out-of-the-blue phrases - or so it seemed, because he really did have plenty of logic behind the strange things he said. Soup. Soup was awful, Alois thought hazily; it amounted to hot water, to his near-useless tongue, and so he eyed the sashimi, wholly lacking subtlety.

"I'm obviously going to live. Who the hell would die, anyway?"

o/

[littlest_lord]

Whereas Alois eyed the fish, Ciel stared at the soup silently. Even if he wasn't hungry, he'd been hounded by the nurses to keep drinking fluids, to sip more water or juice. Thus soup, even if it was just a little of it, well, it probably wouldn't do too much harm.

He stayed silent though, blinking lazily as he did, letting Alois speak for the moment.

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"I do want to!" Alois said, suddenly lively, jumping a little despite the unpleasant jolt to his chest and dizziness to his head. Once he'd stopped seeing white, he nodded vigorously, thus starting the process all over again. "We've the entire Atlantic between us, you know - Ciel's just America, I get to be England - what is to say, they don't take to having been trod on, least I think it's how it goes."

His generally posh accent was admittedly not so high-class at the moment, but he seemed eager, if somewhat... glazed over.

[littlest_lord]

It was good Alois seemed so enthusiastic - it made up for Ciel's overwhelming apathy. "I don't want to be America..." Of all the things he could've said, it was that. As for what it meant...well not even he knew.

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It was jarring, being moved, but as soon as their beds met, Alois rolled a little bit, regretted it instantly, and cooed, "Yaaay. I missed you, Ciel." At the foot of his bed, his toes wiggled underneath blankets, and then he reached one finger forward and very carefully poked at the sashimi.

"You're really doting, huh?"

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"I haven't gone anywhere." Came the slurred response as he stared at the food on the platter, not really saying much of anything after that. He did try to sit up more, instantly regretting it with a wince before giving up entirely. Maybe a straw would work when he felt ambitious enough to try the soup.

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"I'm hardly gay right now," Alois mumbled, because of course at the time he was processing it the Victorian way - being stuck in a hospital bed wasn't leaving him very happy. Even so, he was already reaching for Ciel's hand with one of his own, dazed. A pause, and then: "Say, did you just say Al?"