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[whatweoncewere]

WHO: Angel, Krycek, OPEN to Sexby or infirmary folk or whoever else might need to be there
WHEN: BACKDATED to right after Krycek becomes implicated in the murder
WHERE: infirmary

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[no_left_arm]

Krycek gave the vampire a sour expression. He never should have allowed his warden to take him to the infirmary. His inexplicable love for the woman had gone as mysteriously as it had come and now he was in a situation he didn't want to deal with. Sure, he was getting better medical care than he had been able to provide himself, but that also meant he was easier to find should people come asking for him. People like Angel.

Great.

He sighed, somewhat annoyed. "Who are you?"

[whatweoncewere]

"That's a pretty good prosthetic, Alex," Angel said, rapping his knuckles against Krycek's false left hand. "What happened to the real one?"

[no_left_arm]

Krycek turned his gaze to Sexby and snorted. "Security? That's real helpful."

He looked back to Angel when the warden knocked against his hand. Apparently 'security' hadn't heard anything about personal space. Did they go up to anyone with a prosthetic limb and do that? 'Remind me to complain about the treatment here,' he mused to himself, though said nothing. Instead, he stared at Angel with smug annoyance for a time before answering.

"I lost it."