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[young_idealist]

[Even if there isn't a free bed and he ends up on the floor, Armand appears in the infirmary when he comes back to life. He's only barely conscious at first, and wearing a conspicuously clean nightshirt (thanks Admiral). He groans though at the light, not even sure what he did wrong this time, and covers his eyes with his arm. His head hurts almost

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[young_idealist]

[He's only on the floor if there aren't enough beds, or he fell out. It's possible.]

Maybe?

[young_idealist]

You will have to ask Martha.

[thegooddrjones]

[Martha looks more than a little tired herself, but when she hears the call for Armand being thirsty, she quickly goes and fills him a glass of water and offers it soundlessly to him before she checks his IV to make certain that it's working. She watches him for a moment and sighs.]

Why didn't you tell anyone you weren't feeling well, Armand?

[young_idealist]

[He hates making more work for her, so Armand kind of cringes, closing his eyes.]

I told Loki... and when it was very bad, I couldn't tell anyone. [Then he'll shakily take the water.] Idiot must be part of my name now.

[thegooddrjones]

[Martha quickly placed her hand on his, and then she jerked a stool closer to her with a foot. Normally the gesture went off without a hitch, but today she nearly missed it, but caught it at the last minute. Her voice was soft and she put her hand on his head.]

Are you in pain or feeling nauseous?

[young_idealist]

[He looks worried at her clumsiness.] You must be overworked in here.

A little of both, though it isn't bad. [He's lying, because of her obvious tiredness.] I could go back to my cabin... [To hide.] I don't know if it needs cleaning. Oh dear.