Recovering [With need2speed]

[mirrorsmirk]

Michael meant it when he said he hated hospitals the first night he had woken up there. He still meant it a few days later when his head was a little clearer and he could remember more than just bits and pieces of a conversation. Although, with the clarity, came the pain from the wounds on his chest. That's when he wanted to make the clarity go

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[need2speed]

Mia had wondered if Michael would be sleeping again when she came for her daily visit, but the sound of the television droning through the thin curtain partition around his section of the room said differently. She pushed it aside and cleared her throat.

"Anything good on?"

[mirrorsmirk]

Michael turned his head at the sound of her voice and his expression brightened instantly. Her visits always made him feel a little bit better, even though he still felt guilty for winding up like this. "Not really. A lot of Spanish stuff."

[need2speed]

"Daytime television is the worst." Mia came in and leaned down to kiss him hello. "Shove over so I can sit down, wounded solider."

[mirrorsmirk]

"Beyond the worst," he gave her a soft kiss, then let out a breath, planting his hands carefully onto the mattress and moving over with a wince. "There, my damsel."