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

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[filledefrelon]

Ivan? Knock knock!

[Vespa pokes her head in the infirmary door and smiles slightly.]

How are you?

[She enters with a basketful of food and a wide grin.]

I brought something for you! Dad helped me cook everything, I'm not all that good.

[kuklakimou]

[At the sight of her, he brightens up a bit. Nobody can be unhappy with a Vespa around!]

Vespa. [He smiles.] I'm glad you came.

[filledefrelon]

[They better not!]

[She beams and sticks the basket on a chair by his bed.]

Do you feel any better? Have you been taking care of yourself?

[kuklakimou]

...I'm fine. Don't worry about me.

[He doesn't want to tell her he's hardly slept or eaten since coming into the infirmary. It probably shows.]

[kuklakimou]

[He knows he shouldn't speak. He can't help but wish he was capable of running away right now. But he can't help it.]

...are you... stealing medical supplies?

[The irritation in his voice is obvious.]

[kuklakimou]

You realise they'll ask me who did it, right?

[He turns away so he can't see him, still looking grouchy. He's really not happy with Fear right now and it shows in his voice.]