Visiting Post

[wellthrownstone]

Garion is in one of the beds in the infirmary where he's been since he came in yesterday. He's been asleep for most of it; his consciouness had been an effort of pure will kept up only in an attempt to lessen what worry his friends might have for him. This morning, however, his eyes did open (though it was something of an effort) and while he

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[bloody_rockgod]

Charlie peeks into the infirmary, a bag of grapes under his arm.

"Hey," he says quietly.

Pay no mind to the ashes on his forehead. It's an Earth thing.

[wellthrownstone]

He tries to smile... and fails miserably because it hurts.

Hi, Charlie.

He's a mess. His wrist is in a brace, his leg is broken, his ribs are either cracked, bruised, or broken and while Suzi had helped with the bruises, he still vaguely resembles an eggplant at some spots. There's a patch over the stab wound on his left shoulder as well.

Good to see you.

[bloody_rockgod]

"Did they get the number of that truck that hit you?" He pulls over a chair and puts the grapes aside.

No eating for Garion anytime soon, clearly.

"I'd ask how you're doing but that'd just be redundant. Can I get you anything?"

[wellthrownstone]

He sort of hitches before stopping all of that nonsense.

What's a truck?

He's been in an automobile, but he's unfamiliar with the term.

It probably did hit me. There isn't much that didn't.

He looks to Charlie.

If you could let Indy or Mike know that I-- well, I might be able to bartend, come to think of it, but I'll have to talk with them about it.

[bloody_rockgod]

"It's big and leaves bruises like the ones you've got."

He frowns and says, "I'll track them down, sure. Don't think you'll be up to bartending by Friday, m'self. You know . . . I've poured a few drinks in my time, if you need a sub."

[wellthrownstone]

I'll see what they say, he answers. Mostly he doesn't want anyone to have to do his work for him if he can help it. And I might be able to do it, if they don't mind the bartending done by a shadow.

He sighs.

How've you been?

[bloody_rockgod]

"Right. we'll see what they say."

He shrugs. "Fine. Darien's got some kind of monster flu. I really wish people would stop trying to kill my husband. It's very upsetting."

[wellthrownstone]

Does he look better or worse than I do?

It's not patronizing. He's actually just using himself as a scale.

[bloody_rockgod]

"Well. Less bruisey. Are you sneezing invisible goo?"

[wellthrownstone]

...

No, not that I know of.

[bloody_rockgod]

"So you're ahead a little." He sighs and leans his head on his hand.

[wellthrownstone]

I'm sorry, Charlie. I suppose you and Ce'Nedra would probably have a few things to talk about now...

[bloody_rockgod]

"Because we both know what it's like to love somebody fate keeps battering?" He nods. "Yeah, I suppose so."

[wellthrownstone]

That, and I'm sure she'd like someone to help her in calling me an idiot.

It's said as a joke. Mostly.

[bloody_rockgod]

"I'm not going to call you an idiot." Pause. "Unless you actually were one to acheive your current state."

[wellthrownstone]

I went on a scoutting mission and got overtaken by the people I was spying on.