WHO: Veronika and all of the people. All of them. (Read: Open to all.)
WHEN: June 28th-29th
WHERE: Military hospital, Veronika's private room.
WHAT: Just some good ol' fashion hospital visits and/or hijinks while Veronika's still a bit loopy/tired from all the drugs. Format of this thread will probably run similar to
this one.
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No pill's gonna cure my ill. )
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Alfred didn't often go to hospitals since they kinda freaked him out. The idea of the Madame almost dying was even scarier. She was a mother to him in some weird, fucked-up way. She took care of him, chewed him out for being an idiot, but gave him a place in the world and wanted him to be good, mostly for her own gains, but Alfred thought maybe, just maybe, she wanted him to be the best for himself.
Which is why he allowed himself to be pat down, have his pistol removed and even his gloves before going into the hospital room. He nervously tried to flatten his hair when he was marched down a hall and placed in front of the Madame's door. Letting himself in, he smiled a little.
It was true. His commander was safe and alive, sitting peacefully in the bed. He walked inside, removing the goggles from his head, pausing at the doorway, unsure. Was she asleep? Did she even know he was here?
Suddenly not too keen to wait to find out if he'd disturbed her, he lifted a hand to his brow, saluting the bed as he murmured her name before turning to the ( ... )
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