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[hatesthefood]

Okay, that... kinda sucked. Still kinda sucks. Hey Aya, d'you mind taking care of Bandit for a couple days?

[police filer]
Dean... don't shine lights in my eyes again. They're still there, you jerk. Not as bright as last night, though. Where did Sorrow end up?

Justin... you okay? Oh, and tell Beckett that I'm behaving in here. I don't want to be yelled at. My head hurts way too much for that.
[/police filter]

.... shit, they're comin' back... -CLICK-

[ooc: Feel free to visit Ken in the hospital. He'll be a little woozy but he'll be happy for the company! ^^]

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[littlepuppyeyes.livejournal.com]

[O hai Ken, here, have a certain puppy visiting you with flowers in hand.]

... Ken-san?

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

[Have a very tired smile.]

Hey, Syaoran.

[littlepuppyeyes.livejournal.com]

I just came by to drop this off. [Puts the flowers in a vase.] How are you feeling?

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

Like my head's trying to burst, but that's okay. I've had worse.

[Still smiling like a dork.]

[deadly_legacy]

Ken? What's wrong?

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[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

I think m'head's gonna fall off.

voice

[deadly_legacy]

Are you sick? Hurt?

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[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

... a little hurt. Had to take Sorrow in last night. He didn't want to go.

[police filter]

[absinthe-eyed.livejournal.com]

Considering the circumstances, I should be asking you that. What have the doctors said?

I'll pass that on to Beckett.

[police filter]

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

Concussion and stitches in my shoulder where Sorrow got me. I'll be here for a few days, top. I think it's mostly for observation, though.

Thanks. I don't wanna get yelled at.

[police filter]

[absinthe-eyed.livejournal.com]

Good. You shouldn't be working with a concussion.

I doubt you'll get yelled at as long as you stay where you are.

[police filter]

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

So I've heard.

... I'm a bit more scared of Aya than of Beckett.

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[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

[Someone came into the hospital early for a consultation and heard about a certain cop getting dragged in.

That someone is standing in your doorway. Said consult has been rescheduled.]

Are you alright to have visitors?

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[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

[That voice is one that'll always get his attention, even if it's a little slower than usual. Smiling faintly, he cracks his eyes open and scoots himself into more of an upright position.]

Do you think I'd let them tell me no?

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[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

[She looks around a little nervously before entering and crossing to the chair by his bed, giving him a quick kiss before sitting down.]

I'd listen, they're the doctors, not me.

[She looks him over, her eyes a little unfocused.]

It's not fatal, whatever you did, what happened, Ken? The woman at the desk wouldn't tell me.

[action]

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

They're lucky 'm staying in bed.

[He drags his gaze over to her, watching her for a long moment.]

I'll be out in a few days at most. Nothing more than a concussion and a messed up shoulder.

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[soulofocean.livejournal.com]

[The second she learned about what had happened Umi didn't waste a second fretting, nor did she really bother telling anyone where she was going. The Water Knight just grabbed a bouquet from the Koneko's finest pink roses and yarrow (floral language for "Get Better fast OR ELSE"... okay, so maybe she invented that last part), a couple of fluffy feather pillows from the house (she didn't trust those stone-rigid hospital things) and fled for the City General. No time to make a fuss over Ken through the Network: she could worry on the way there.

Once she arrived she wasn't sure whether the doctors were too intimidated by her determination to deny her entry or if she was lucky enough to arrive during the visits schedule. Not that she minded at all.

Now she enters Ken's room quietly, not wanting to bother her friend if he happens to be asleep or sedated.]

...Ken...

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[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

[He's only halfway dozing, thanks to the headache, but there's no way he wouldn't know that voice. Slowly, he blinked his eyes open to offer her the best smile he could manage at the moment.]

... you plannin' on yellin' at me?

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[soulofocean.livejournal.com]

Aw, I totally should...

[But there's a problem: her best stern glare would fail in the face of such a situation. At the time all Umi can think of is exactly by how little are they lucky to say Ken's alive.

So instead of her usual bossy expression he gets a fake-peeved smile which is more fond than anything, as she comes closer to sit by his bedside.]

But that'll have to come later. There's no point when you might well doze off on me.

[onceaweiss.livejournal.com]

[And here is Aya to visit and he lifts a brow when he comes in.]

Is there a reason you're calling people instead of resting?

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

[Have a very small, kinda sheepish smile even though he doesn't bother to open his eyes.]

I am resting. Been resting all day.

[onceaweiss.livejournal.com]

[He comes and sits in the visitor chair.]

I'm impressed.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

I was testing to see if you had a concussion Jack Ass. You're welcome.

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

... thanks. Jerk.

You just added to the brain damage.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

You're welcome Dickhead.