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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!)

Comments

[argents]

Our lives are enough like a movie to where I just expect it! I don't want to though... I don't even think I could.

[ Leading the way down takes some concentration on his part. He'd requested for his pain meds to be kept at a low dosage, but now that he's up and moving, it was revealing itself to be the dumb decision frosting on this dumb decision cake. ]

[ex_elude798]

If you've got sutures, it'd be a bad idea.

[He alternates his attention between the lengths of stairwell above and below. So far it doesn't seem like anyone else went for the same option they did...]

[argents]

I'm not going to do something to land me right back where I started. [ Out, was all he was thinking of. Where it was less heavy. ]

...It's still quiet. I really don't think there's anyone around.

[ex_elude798]

Chances are, the elevators see much heavier use.

Preferable for the sick or wounded.

[argents]

Makes sense. Do you know where this is going to take us to?

[ex_elude798]

Various floors, reception area, and lower than that is the garage.

[He had so much time on his hands]

[argents]

[ Banagher can't help a look. ]

Remind me to never spend two weeks in here, if I can help it.

[ex_elude798]

Noted.

[He sure doesn't want to be here for such a long time either]

The nurses caught me a few times. That's why I learned their schedules.

[argents]

Caught? I thought you said you could walk out whenever you wanted!

[ Man, he knew. He doesn't know how he knew, but he knew. Heaving a breath, he's suddenly wondering about the validity of all this. Not that this is stopping his descent any, mind. ]

[ex_elude798]

I lost enough blood that they were concerned. Guess it makes sense, but there are people who have a more pressing need than I do.

[He shrugs, obviously not all that worried about it]

[argents]

I guess you're right, lately. When we don't know if there's another bombing around the corner. Or something like the earthquake... I was waiting in the ER, when that happened. I've never seen anything like it.

[ He frowns at his own idle thoughts. Whether it was because they were true, or that he's had to learn to think this way, he can't discern.

For a while after that, he's quiet as they continue, flight after flight. Soon, the normal hum of the hospital dissipates, leaving them to the relative silence of the garage. Banagher spots a set of doors below the last round of steps. ]

Is that it?

[ex_elude798]

[Suzaku looks around, as though taking stock of his surroundings. It's possible he's been off in his own thoughts for a while. In any event, it doesn't take him long to nod]

Yeah, that'll be the garage.

[They're in for a bit of a walk, but moving's preferable to lying around. He pushes one door open, holding it so Banagher can pass without worrying about his arm]

[argents]

[ Moving forward with a quiet, "Thanks" in passing, he stops short once faced with the span of the garage. All the concrete makes the cold seem more pronounced, and he shrugs the collar of his jacket up closer. At least it was cutting through the warm fog that seemed to settle in his head on the walk down. ]

The home stretch, huh...

[ Granted, even though he knows this is going to spit him out on the street like he wanted, he hasn't exactly concocted an idea for what was next.

One step at a time. ]

[ex_elude798]

[Once Banagher's clear, he steps through the door himself and eases it shut. There's still a loud grating of metal against metal, but it'd be worse if it slammed shut.

Unlike Banagher, Suzaku is somewhat for planning now that he's out of the building itself]

Which way are you headed?

[Escort mission?]

[argents]

[ On impulse, he swivels to look down the street he'd take home every day. He stops short. ]

I don't know. [ It's an earnest enough answer. ] My apartment's that way, but my mom lives there too. And this isn't the first time I got caught up in something with the Blood Keys.

[ Banagher keeps his words even. He's already decided that he's not going to risk involving his family. Or what was left of it. A gang was a gang, he'd possibly killed one of theirs, and this one had means well beyond what he expected. ]

It's too risky to go back.

[ex_elude798]

[Suzaku considers that answer in silence for some moments. He's considered it fortunate that Tony and Ania had to move for business, even if he misses them. It assured their safety from all the madness of the city, and he would pay any price for that, even being away from them for the first time in nearly a decade.

Banagher's situation was different, and he could understand the concern.

A few moments longer rolled by, and he turned and started walking]

We'll go to my place then.

[They're simple words for a simple choice. He's got space, and even if Banagher doesn't want to stay there, he has to go someplace while he decides what he wants to do]

[argents]

[ There's a moment where his gut instinct to refuse the offer threatens to win out. Pressing his mouth into a line, he pauses. His options right now were limited, and even if he's sure he hasn't gotten to the bottom of what'd happened to Suzaku that night he'd faced off with the Keys, they were both still in the same boat. It was the safest option, for now.

And it was either that, or go back to the hospital. Which sounded about as good as sitting out here in the cold. ]

Alright. I'll figure the rest out after.

[ Following after, Banagher lets go of his jacket from where he's kept it closed over his arm. Reaching for his phone, he's surprised to feel it vibrate as soon as he's tugged it free from his pocket, almost as if someone had texted him on cue. ]

Wait, hang on a second.

[ And it's —

...oh. ]

[unfearing]

[ Meanwhile, one Elizabeth Bishop very nearly spoiled their escape plan by coming to visit, thereby causing the nurses to discover Banagher's room entirely empty of both its inhabitants. They did a little cursory checking first. Maybe one of the boys helped the other to the bathroom. Maybe they decided to take a short walk down a hallway. Maybe they went to the cafeteria.

But no, they're nowhere to be found. Not wanting them to be in trouble with the hospital itself, Elizabeth puts on her very best smile and helps smooth everything over with the paperwork side of things. She chats up the young gentleman from billing to assure him that everything is in order, then assures reception that she'll make sure the discharge paperwork gets signed by the appropriate parties. Yes, of course, she's been friends with both boys since they were all children together.

After making certain no one thinks anything more of this little escape than a small paperwork mix-up, she accepts referrals of a few certified nurses willing to make house calls and excuses herself.

Then she pulls out her phone and fires off a text to Banagher. If he doesn't answer that, she'll call. If he doesn't answer the call, she's going to organize a search party. ]

Banagher Links, you either tell me where you are right now or start looking up how to live under an assumed identity.

[ex_elude798]

[Suzaku pauses, glancing in Banagher's direction]

Something wrong?

[Being who he is, he doesn't really use his cell for much of anything, but he knows most of his peers are pretty attached to theirs. Still, he can't help wondering what sort of matter is that pressing]

[argents]

[ Banagher, meanwhile, doesn't respond right away, because he's pale as a sheet and looking as though he's afraid his phone might leap from his hands and bite him. Thumb hovering over the keys, he finally has the presence of mind to look up and (belatedly) answer. ]

I think she might actually kill me, this time.

[ex_elude798]

...Someone who's got your number's going to kill you..?

[Allow him to make sure he's got this straight, Banagher]

[argents]

[ Yes, you have this straight. If the spooked look on his face is anything to go by. ]

Well, yeah — she figured out I left!

[ex_elude798]

[A real puzzle, this. Why'd Banagher share his personal information with someone who issues death-threats again?]

And so she'd kill you.

[How can he have that straight...]

Is this a legal guardian or something?

[argents]

No, she... [ A pause, because it's not like he'd paint her in an unfavorable light, if he could help it. But he is dreading the texts he knows he's soon to get, at this rate. ] She was the reason I went into the Dead District, last night.

[ex_elude798]

...Which makes her terrifying how?

[Not getting this, at all]