In the infirmary...

[kuklakimou]

[Ivan hasn't feel this bad since the months directly following his accident. He's lying on a bed in the infirmary, staring at the ceiling. Since the attack from Evil Fear, he's hardly spoken, barely eaten. The days seem to have blurred into each other. Even with the pills the doctor gave him, he can't rest. It hurts too much to even try. Even if he did, the nightmares seem to have resurfaced from seemingly nowhere, turning what sleep he did get into a painful, fitful tossing and turning that causes him to jerk awake from the pain. Right now he wishes Fear had killed him; it would have been quicker. Still, he's grateful for one thing. If Pain and Vespa hadn't found him, he would have suffered much worse.]

(for filledefrelon - and possibly  poisonedfears - but feel free to drop in and say hi, or whatever. Nobody's actually been informed of where he is, so... it's up to you. XD)