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[Now, he meant to have audio on, but his video snapped on as well, unbeknownst to him. This means, of course, that he's partially out of frame, leaning back into the somewhat dark room. His shirt is visible, but his arms and head are somewhat hard to see. Behind him, his bed can be seen, and a mirror on the wall is glowing from the screens he's

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[kindly_done]

Mirr'r's bleedin'.

[And then there's the sound of a yawn. Someone's doped up on pain meds.]

[worldentire]

[He snorts, and half-grins.] Y'don't say.

Feelin' alright?

[kindly_done]

Lots better, thanks. Dr. Tam gave me somethin' f'r the pain.

[And he should really take advantage of it and go to sleep. But don't be silly! Jack Ryan doesn't sleep!]

[worldentire]

[He nods.] I can tell. [And then grins.]

You should try t'take it easy, son.

[kindly_done]

I am, I am. I'm bored.

Got my arm fixed, though. See?

[No more cast! God willing Jack won't decide to test his plasmids while hopped up.]

[worldentire]

I bet you are.

... That's some show, son. And how exactly did you pull that off?

[kindly_done]

Dr. Tam got...some kinda machine from th' vendors. Works kinda like a Health Station in Rapture, but...diff'rent. Hurts some. Mended the bone right up.

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..Well. Sounds like quite a machine. [He raises an eyebrow, smiles slightly.] There any reason he can't use it for the rest'a you?

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I guess it's hard on the body or something. It did hurt. Gave me supplements for th' rest.

[worldentire]

Ah, I see. Always a catch. [Something he knows alllll too well.]

...Well, speedy recovery, son.

[kindly_done]

[His voice has dropped to a sleepy murmur.]

You look scared.

[worldentire]

...

[quietly] Go on t'sleep, Jack. You look like you need it.

[kindly_done]

Me 'n' Johnny...won' let...

[Zzzzzzz.]

[worldentire]

[Sinclair smiles to himself and snaps the transmission off.] Sleep well, son.