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[argents]

Who: Banagher Links (argents) & you!
When: January 8th, throughout the day.
Where: LCU hospital
What: Protagonists gonna protag. Banagher followed his destiny, chased a princess, and got shot up by a Blood Key for his trouble. Newtype hax means he's now rotting in the hospital, going stir-crazy. Little does he know he's not the only one of his trope in this situation.

( HANDWRITTEN )

Got mixed up in something, at the hospital. Need a change of clothes / phone charger.

( ACTION, OPEN )

[ So he may feel a little stupid, sending out what amounted to an SOS. But he can only stare at the pale interior of his hospital room for so long.

Because he's only been here a day, and he's heard it a thousand times. Luck, luck, luck. It's beginning to get so old that he almost wants to say, no, it wasn't just dumb luck. But then again, he's not entirely sure he believes that either. Taking a bullet and living was a humbling experience. Taking a bullet and having it miss bone, miss his brachial artery... maybe he ought to start believing in miracles a little more, once it sinks it.

Not to say that miracles didn't hurt like hell.

In the end, it's all he can do to stifle his own focus on what landed him here, along with the pain that's still coursing through all his muscles. Sweeping beneath bruised skin, and delving into the bone. Frowning and setting his head back, he looks up at precisely nothing.

That'd really gone terribly, hadn't it? ]

(ooc. feel free to put the time in the subject for action!)

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Late afternoon

[ladyofluminosity]

[She was surprised to see that his door was closed, and for a moment hesitated. Hospitals weren't a foreign place for her--her mother had worked in a hospital for most of her life--but she always felt strange interrupting. He was probably visiting with someone.

Even still, she could pop in and say hello. She knocks gently.]

[searchforpeace]

[What is is exactly that makes her so... unhappy over this? She spends a bit of the day after spotting Banagher's SOS in the network trying to decide just that. Perhaps it's the ominous "getting mixed up in something".

In the end she takes to the hospital with a bag packed with clothes and a few phone chargers, since she hasn't the faintest notion what phone he does have. She comes just after Luci arrives, walking up at the other blonde knocks on the door.]

We keep meeting outside of doors, it seems.

[ex_elude798]

[For his part, Suzaku hasn't heard anything about luck. That could be due to the amount of blood loss, or the variety of freshly-bandaged wounds he's expected to carefully mind. It could simply be the fact that he looked like hell and felt like it. Or maybe it was his ten-year-old elf of a bodyguard hovering around him as though he might break further if unattended.

It could be any of those things, really. But Suzaku doesn't particularly care about what's already done. Or rather, he's trying not to think about how profoundly disturbing his survival actually is.

He's about a month ahead on his homework, and he's helped his half-brother with his. He's read e-books and watched movies and attempted to find other things to occupy himself with, and ultimately it's delaying the inevitable.

Suzaku is getting out. It's been a couple weeks, that's long enough.

So at a time he's observed to be free of nurses checking in, he gets up and gingerly wiggles into his street clothes. He's sore, but medications assure that it's not as bad as it really ought to be, so he just has to mind his bandages. Or rather, the stitches under them.

With that mission accomplished, he tugs the curtain aside and starts toward the door.

Only...there's someone else in the room.

Somebody rather familiar in fact]

...Banagher?

[argents]

[ If there was one thing he didn't count on from being hospitalized, it was being busy. Well, "busy". Visitors have come and gone and he's gotten several earfuls over the phone along the way for being stupid and reckless, and several more involving What were you — and Don't you ever again —

And honestly it's just left him thoughtful and restless, now that everything's gone quiet again.

So all that he has left to do is wait for the inevitable when his mom shows up, and that's not a conversation he's sure he's feeling up to having in person just yet. In a way, he's almost grateful for the disturbance when the curtain shifts back on its track. Though it's less gratitude and more unguarded surprise that flickers across his face. Since he'd been moved to recovery earlier, he hadn't had any indication of who was 'rooming' next to him. ]

Suzaku? ...Uh, hey.

text; (reply to handwritten)

[honestopinion]

Wha-!
You're in the hospital, are you okay?

[Jamie hasn't heard from him in a while, no network posts over Christmas.. almost none to be exact. Course, at the time he just considered it the holiday busy times but the idea that Benagher (a.k.a. robot guy, that's what other people call him at least, Jamie guesses that's his name) might have gotten into all the Bloody Key drama or otherwise..]

( handwritten )

[argents]

[ Out of the frying pan and into the fire, as they say. ...He does feel a little bad now, and his handwriting is sort of wobbly. ]

Considering everything, yeah. That something backfired.

[text]

[amberhearted]

[ handwritten in return, after a moment of consideration. ]

"Something". Does your mom know?

( handwritten )

[argents]

[ THE MILLION DOLLAR QUESTION, THANKS his writing is still stilted, and somewhat delayed. ]

Mom knows. Talked to her this morning. She was visiting my aunt for New Years, but she's on her way back now.

[ text ]

[seabeast]

youre hurt

[ no, this isn't a question. try accusation. ]

( handwritten )

[argents]

[ ...why does this scare him ]

Sorry, Stella.

[Text]

[shiromadoushi]

Blood keys?

How bad did they get you?

( handwritten )

[argents]

[ Given that there were only a few things to actively get mixed up in that'd result in a hospital trip, he's not surprised Bakura gets it in one. ]

Night before. [ Pencil tap.] They said I was lucky.

[Texted]

[espigeonage]

How bad is it?

I can get that for you if no one else has, but I hope your family knows.

( handwritten )

[argents]

Well. Hurts, but it could have been worse. Heard that a lot today.

Audrey brought it, thanks [ He trails off. ] My mom knows.

[ And he can't quite figure out how he feels about that. ]

text;

[worldmother]

Mixed up in what? Are you okay?

( handwritten )

[argents]

Found out where the Blood Keys are concentrated. [ WHY? IT IS MYSTERY. ] I got moved to recovery already.

[ That's not answering the question. ]

Text;

[vetala]

Are you okay? Aside from the hospitalization.
Also, hello.

( handwritten )

[argents]

I'm going to be. Also, welcome back. Right?

text

[struckout]

[ Initially Kallie was gonna do the whole "are you in the hospital??" thing too, but then (FOR ONCE) she actually pays attention to some of the other replies first and actually finds enough reason to avoid the most obvious response.

But, even so- ]

LCU's hospital?

( handwritten )

[argents]

[ DON'T RAG ON HIS CRAPPY INABILITY TO WRITE FOR DISTANCE RIGHT NOW WITH SEMANTICS —

Oh. Carry on. ]

Got it in one.

Evening.

[flamberge]

[The last thing Richard had expected to do today was make a trip to the hospital. Quite frankly? Going to hospital ranked right below jumping into the freezing cold ocean without any clothes on a list of things he wanted to do. Hospitals held unpleasant memories. They were cold, uncomfortable even oddly creepy places. So what might the cause be behind this sudden trip to this less than favorite location?

Banagher. The post made earlier coupled with some of the responses to it, well, it was worrying. More worrying than he cared to admit, really. Maybe their last chat had been unpleasant, but the boy had helped Richard more often than not. Checking up on him felt like the least which could be done.

What the person up front had to think when a 6'1" man wearing sunglasses, despite it being well past sunset, walks in and then flashes him a badge (probably wondered when they started letting hipsters become cops). No matter. The badge does the trick and Richard is en route to Banagher's room without any hassle. Soon enough, the right room comes in view. He stops in front of the door, hesitates briefly and then finally knocks.]

[argents]

[ When the knock permeates the room, Banagher can't help but jolt. Partly from the noise itself, and partly because he'd been resting his eyes, hovering between awareness and some semblance of sleep. In truth, nothing terribly peaceful waits for him when he closes his eyes, so he's been avoiding it, much like a good deal of other things today. But with visiting hours over, he didn't have many options other than thinking himself into the ground. In all respects, this was the kinder option. Still...

...Visiting hours were over. He watches the door for a long, slow moment.

Then he shifts against the hospital bed, pushing himself into as much of a proper seat as he can. ]

You can come in.

[stagnantair]

Hey.

[Gavin saw the post earlier, but he's poking his head into Banagher's hospital room unannounced with a bag in one hand, hood pulled down for once for the hospital standard. His green hair is super obvious now, matching his neon eyes, and he's a little embarrassed about it. It doesn't show when he comes in though, propping the bag on his thighs.]

It's not hospital food, I promise. They did have to check it before I brought it in though, what with all the gang stuff lately. I thought you'd wan to eat something good though.

[Then he pulls a wrapped box out of the bag.] I didn't get to give you your Christmas gift last month. [Spoilers, it's Thunder Cats DVDs.]

[argents]

[ Luckily Banagher's managed to get himself looking a little less haggard as the day has gone on, so he's a little livelier than his writing suggested earlier. The addition of not hospital food, bless helps. So despite looking sort of awkward while being laid up, like he's not quite sure what to do with himself, his spirits are better. The Thundercat DVDs even make him laugh, and he leaves the scattered remains of wrapping paper on the bed, around the stupid fold-out tray for the food. ]

I'm not surprised they checked this, with how I ended up here.

[ At least he can be a little cheeky about it now, for posterity. ]

Thanks, though. I'm glad you remembered this place... [ He nods to the italian place's carry-out box. ] I don't think I've even been hungry until now.

[early afternoon]

[peacefulwinter]

[Doing stupid things and getting hurt was her thing, not his. So when she saw the post on the network, even if there wasn't a whole lot she could do - she brought an extra phone cable just in case someone hadn't already - she still wanted to be there.

That brought a certain dark-haired girl to his door, tentatively knocking, holding Raquel in one arm and shifting a plastic shopping bag back to the other hand. The hospital staff were used to her coming and going, thanks to her mother, though the request for a room was a little unusual, and this wasn't normally her mother's wing. But... meh. Winter was nice enough, they were okay with it. That was all she cared about, right now.]

[argents]

[ When all was said and done, it was mostly an uneventful morning. ...All things considered. Somewhere throughout the night, they'd loaded his shoulder full of stitches, and by the time he'd come to again, everything was neatly squared away beneath a layer of clean gauze. Physically, he fared well. Mentally, it was rough, as the events that lead up to this slowly come in and out of focus. As it was, people have come and gone, and he's keeping his own IV for pain control on the lowest dosage he can get away with, wanting to be lucid for most of it. It was what he'd owed to those who wanted explanations, even if he's a little worn down by it.

So when the knock comes, he's already trying to prepare for what might be next. Putting the notebook he's been using to the side, wanting to conserve the little bit of charge on his phone, he pushes himself upright. ]

Hey, come in.