[OPEN]

[soul_mods]

Characters: OPEN
Location: Clinic
Rating: PG13ish
Time: November 27 onwards
Description: Operation Arizona is over and people are back in the city. Hopefully in not too many pieces.

Comments

[Open] [November 27th]

[want_the_world]

[Mello was a terrible patient, and he didn't give a damn. Served them right for not letting him leave. As soon as the wound in his side was bandaged, he started haranguing the staff to let him out, but no matter how many times he insisted he'd had worse (and he really had, anyone could see it by looking at him), they wouldn't discharge him.

After he pulled his IV out and was threatened with sedation if he didn't get back in bed, now, please, he became resigned, though ungracefully, to waiting out the fucking ridiculous few days they said it would take him to recover.

Painkillers or not, he couldn't do more than doze, and he was drifting in and out of sleep, wondering if Death By Pastry would serve someone in a hospital gown, wheeling an IV stand along.]

[stalwartcane]

[It's finally the next day, a blessing after a wearisome mission in the middle of a sandy, madness-infested desert. Watson is looking over the clipboards on the beds when he finally comes upon Mello's bed, would be shocked at the damage on the boy's face if he hadn't seen it before.]

My staff tells me that you've been railing on them about being let out.

[want_the_world]

I don't need to be wasting everyone's time, including mine, and taking up a bed! I'm perfectly fucking fine.

[Granted, he can't move without wincing, but resting is as alien to Mello as patience. If he's going to submit himself to relaxation, it should at least serve some other purpose, too. Parking his ass in the clinic doesn't qualify.]

[stalwartcane]

[Watson would be inclined to let him out and let him recuperate in the confines of his own home, but the reason why so many of them are forced to stay in the clinic is because they don't know how to stay down when outside, in the first place. No, he would rather not take that chance.]

That gash on your side is not what we would call perfectly fine, sir. But I would request that you do not harangue the staff here, particularly the young women. They are only volunteers, and do not have the authority to discharge patients.

[want_the_world]

You don't have to 'sir' at me. [Sulkily.

And then he realizes that this might be a case where diplomacy would've served him better than making demands.]

You're the one who says when I can go, huh?

[stalwartcane]

[Watson nods, looks at Mello's clipboard over. What are his injuries?]

Yes. John Watson, at your service. How long did they want to retain you here?

[want_the_world]

Days. Look, I took care of myself when this happened. [He gestures to the burn mark.] I know better than to try to run a fucking marathon or something.

What are his injuries? o3o

[stalwartcane]

[Peers at Mello curiously, eyebrows raising.]

Do you believe injuries to be cleared in a matter of hours? Of course it would have to be days -- and hopefully not longer than a week.

Oop, sorry! A slashing-type wound to his side, lots of blood.

[want_the_world]

[Mello does actually expect his recovery time to be a matter of hours, regardless of the injury.]

Bit late to ask if good behavior helps, isn't it?

Ooooh. A fountain of Mello.

[stalwartcane]

[How ridiculous you shonen boys are.]

It does have its merits. [mildly] Being able to sit still here for a day or so shows us that you would be able to do the same outside without supervision. But yes, the question comes a little late.

The reverse of Near's Halloween injury! XD

[want_the_world]

Can't blame a guy for asking, hm?

Have you got anything that can make me sleep? Really sleep, I mean.

[He figures it's obvious it'd be best for everyone involved if Mello could just conk the hell out for a bit. He's never slept much, but the insomnia's been worse since he ended up in Death City.]

XDDDD Mello seems sweeter, literally.

[stalwartcane]

Most people do try to haggle.

[But he considers that question. And nods.] Yes, of course. I shall return presently with the item. [shuffle shuffles off with that limp of his]

[want_the_world]

[Haggling might've been Mello's next move, but the hellish thing about Death City is that he's lacking all the bargaining chips he's accustomed to having at his disposal.

Instead of trying to come up with a strategy when he's certain by now it's hopeless, he just waits for the doctor to return. Maybe he can do something amusing with the network later.]

[stalwartcane]

[Watson does come back a little later with two white tiny pills and a glass of water.] Here we are. [The pills, he hands them over.] Everything seems so much better after sleep. Perhaps you will find your temper mellowed in the morning.

[want_the_world]

[Mello narrows his eyes as he takes the pills; there's no way this guy knows the name he usually goes by, is there? He's been fairly careful to stick to 'Morgan' in public, partly out of stubbornness, but partly because of the real, if remote, possibility that someone who comes from his world, but from a time before he does, might show up in Death City.]

Perhaps. Never been much of a fan of it, myself.

[He leaves it open to interpretation whether he means sleep or relaxation; it's both, really.]

[stalwartcane]

[Watson actually just knows him as that blond kid with that horribly disfigured face that argues with people on the network.]

That's rather unfortunate. [Either way.] Then, shall I leave you to your rest?