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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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[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

[His smile softens a little]

It's kinda the nature of the job.

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

I won'be in here long. That's what they're saying.

[Sighing, he reaches up to scratch at the bandages.]

[onceaweiss.livejournal.com]

[Quickly his hand darts out to slap his hand away from the bandages.]

Don't do that.

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[deadly_legacy]

Just as long as you get better again. [Tiny hand squeeze!]

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

[There's another snort, but it's nowhere near as loud or enthusiastic as earlier. Still, he lets his hand drop to rest in his lap.]

I know I know, but it's so freakin' itchy...

[onceaweiss.livejournal.com]

Which means it's healing.

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[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

[He squeezes back]

I always do. Always will, too.

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[deadly_legacy]

Always is a long time. I accept your terms. [Smiles]

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

I know.

[He shifts a little, cracking his eyes open again.]

Umi stopped by a little while ago. Brought me flowers.

[And now he chuckles because it's ironic that someone's bringing him flowers.]

So did Euphie.

[onceaweiss.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you've had visitors so the doctors don't have to do all the work.

[He smiles at him]

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

[Ken does his best to shoot him a glare, but it's not even half-hearted.]

I'm not that bad of a patient.

[onceaweiss.livejournal.com]

Not usually.

[He sits back in his chair.]

You're not going to be able to be in action for a bit though.

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[soulofocean.livejournal.com]

Then I'll try to hope he wasn't hurt too bad. Even if it's tough, considering he hurt you.

[There's a bit of the usual temper in that last sentence. Grumpily she arranges the pillows on the bed.]

...How's that, tough guy. I don't want the doctors to scold me but these hospital beds left me with a terrible impression back when it was me in one.

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[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

[Chuckling, he shakes his head a tiny bit]

I'll do my best.

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[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

[Moving doesn't help his head much and by the time he leans back, he's more than a little pale and clenching his teeth against the insistent throbbing in his head.]

Th'beds here suck.

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

[He sighs, but nods a little.]

Looks like I'll be getting that rest you were conning me into.

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[soulofocean.livejournal.com]

[She winces at the state the tiny effort leaves him in and bites her lip.]

Not sure if I should keep you talking... But... [But she's not sure she's ready to leave him yet. He could have died. The thought alone makes her not want to go away until she's sure he'll recover.]

[onceaweiss.livejournal.com]

I don't con.

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

Right.

[Have a sloooow smile.]

You bully.

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[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

T-talking's okay as long as it's not so loud.... moving... not so much.

[Sighing, he leans back a little heavier.]

[onceaweiss.livejournal.com]

Mm. I wouldn't bully either.

[Too badly anyways.]

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[soulofocean.livejournal.com]

[She nods, smiling sheepishly. Then leans forth to comb a few bangs away from his face.] It's a good thing that you have a thick skull.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

You're welcome Dickhead.

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[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

[The contact is welcome, leaving Ken smiling faintly]

Amen.

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

[Ken opens his mouth to say something else but is interrupted by the door opening. Frowning a little, he cracks his eyes open enough to stare at the incoming nurse.]

'm not asleep, and 'm not dead. Go 'way.