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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]

[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.

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

[Years of working with Aya means he doesn't have to watch him to know what he's doing. He's doing what he can to focus on noises around him, even if that still makes his head throb dully.]

They keep coming in here and waking me up, though. Irritating.

[onceaweiss.livejournal.com]

They're doing their job then. At least I don't have to go ask about that.

[He's kind of teasing but also partially serious. He smiles a little but doesn't ask how Ken is doing. That much he can see.]

You look like hell.

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

[That pulls a snort from Ken, which is closely followed by a soft groan and a noticeable wince.]

Gee thanks. I feel like it, too. Sorrow packs a mean mind... whammy. Thing.

[onceaweiss.livejournal.com]

I can see that actually.

[He shakes his head and leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees.]

[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.

[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.

[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.

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

[He sighs, but nods a little.]

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

[onceaweiss.livejournal.com]

I don't con.

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

Right.

[Have a sloooow smile.]

You bully.

[onceaweiss.livejournal.com]

Mm. I wouldn't bully either.

[Too badly anyways.]

[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.

[onceaweiss.livejournal.com]

[Aya looks over at the nurse.]

You can ignore his complaints. Just do what you need to.

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

[It's obvious the nurse is already used to Ken since she does exactly as Aya says, moving over to check his pupils. Grunting, Ken absently waves off the light being shined in his eyes, leaving the nurse sighing at him before she heads back out.]

I thought you were on my side, Aya.

[onceaweiss.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately for you, I am.

[But since Ken would do the same for him, he's hardly regretting his decision. He doesn't see a reason to feel apologetic.]

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

[He would and he knows it. He's just in the mood to argue. Thankfully, it doesn't last too long before he inches back a little more into the thick pillows Umi delivered earlier.]

... think you can handle Dean while I'm out? He makes me look easy.

[onceaweiss.livejournal.com]

That depends on whether I'm allowed to surprise him with a punch or not.