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[evilgeniustobe]

It's one of the nicer mornings since Radek left. Sunny, and warm enough that he doesn't feel the cold seeping in through his dirtied jacket. The cut across his palm has become infected, he thinks. It stings and burns and it hurts to move his fingers, but he doesn't care. It doesn't bleed any more, and that's all that matters to him

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[shesgoingplaces]

Lizbet is exhausted, in so many ways. She's starting to feel hollowed out, but she'll pull herself together just enough for this. She has to try -- it's Radek, and that's enough to get her moving. Tidy up, comb her hair, pull thin gloves over thin hands and button her red coat. Pinpointing to Prague with Mathilda is easy, and then she's clearing her throat. "This way--this way first."

[agleonema]

Mathilda just worries her lower lip and watches.

[evilgeniustobe]

Radek's parents tell Lizbet they will call the relatives and let them know. Etc. Etc.

Radek is unconcious. Which makes doctors fussing at him pretty easy.

[shesgoingplaces]

Eventually, Lizbet realises there's nothing else she can do here. She snaps her phone closed and stares at the ceiling for a while, and then quietly says to Mathilda, "We should go."

[agleonema]

She focuses on Lizbet for a moment and studies her before she speaks. "Okay." Nothing else to say.

[evilgeniustobe]

Radek, meanwhile, finally stirs, turning his face away from the doctors without realising it.

[shesgoingplaces]

Lizbet finds somewhere quiet to pinpoint back to Middle Area.