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This was as much fun as a barrel of Mankey. Walking down these halls with an IV attached to you was just the best. Maybe I could make a sport out of it.

The agent sighed, she had been wondering the halls for maybe an hour now. Her sides had started to ache, let alone this was the first time she had been up and around in a while. She certainly was lost, but she refused to ask for help. Her room was always around the next bend in the path.

She trudged on in sweats and gown tied tight around her back revealing gauze and bare skin as she moved. She fiddled with the gauze above over her eye before retuning both hands to the IV rack. "I swear if this keeps up they'll have to cart me back to my room." But as all seemed lost, a voice, raspy and weak came from a nearby room.

Curiosity killed the Meowth, she peeked her head through the door to see familiar teal colored hair. Wasn't his name Sorano? He was on the floor calling for help... In his hospital gown. "Uh, Sorano!" She turned to catch a nurse's attention, "Can we get some help down here?" She entered scratching her head, "How did this happen?" She stifled a laugh as the staff came to give him some assistance. Cal would have helped herself if it weren't for the fact that this injury restricted a lot of her movement.

Oh how could she unsee all this? Sorano's pasty posterior would be etched into her memory forever. Probably longer than that. She placed a rather shaky hand to cover her good eye. "I think this will make me go blind." She laughed awkwardly, catching a glimpse of his skin growing red.

"I guess you hit your head pretty hard then." She teased as he was lifted onto his bed. I better leave before he starts going off about his sexiness or something. She began to back out of the door, now that the doctors had helped him out. "I guess I'll be-" She turned a little to abruptly, hitting her caste arm on the wall. Her legs giving out at the entrance and a string of foul language leaving her lips.

After her little breakdown, she hobbled up into a chair close to the teal haired man's bed. "I guess you'll be burdened with my company for a while." She nursed her arm and wiped and tear that left her eye. Now her legs were wobbly and sore and her broken arm was in pain. It was pure agony.

"Hm... I suppose not." She shrugged, indifferent to his question. "I don't know you well enough." Though, he wasn't too bad on the eyes... She shooed that ridiculous thought from her mind, her face heating up. It was a good thing she wasn't hooked up to a monitor, of the increase in her heart rate would give something away. Now she was embarrassed and picking at her cast. It was just so interesting for some reason.

"I seem to be fairing better than you." It was true that she was covered in scratches, bruises, and things of the like, but not to the extent of Sorano's. And at least she was able to get up and move around. She noticed him pull his comforter over his body and quirked an unseen eyebrow curiously. "You cold?" There were probably some covers in the closet she could get for him.. Or just for herself.

Cal stopped and stared at the man. Just what was he getting at with that comment? Her brow slightly furrowed. Well two can play at that game. She raised and hand to her lips to giggle cutely, "I already know that you're afraid of scary movies." A cunning smile spread across her lips, "I bet there's one on now." Though she wasn't serious, she did want to see a reaction.

She looked over to the closet across the room. It wasn't that far, but it looked as if she was going to have to cross an ocean to get to it. She sighed, hefting herself up on unsteady feet, grabbing onto Sorano's bed for support, "Sorry." She mutter, heading over to the closet's door throwing it open.

She used her IV like a cane, getting closer to find the elusive cover. That teal haired guy was probably getting a kick out of her struggling. The blankets were on a lower shelf, shoved in the back. The poor girl had to devise a way to get them. She bent as much as she could at the waist, resting her cast arm on one of the above shelves. She sure was putting on a show for the other rocket and her faced flushed at the thought of it. "Now before I move," She wrestled to get a grasp of a blanket, "Are you sure you don't want one?"

Her whole body burned with, thoughtful embarrassed. She wanted to get up from that position as soon as she could to get his eyes off her rear end. At least she was wearing sweat pants and not... She gritted her teeth, hauling herself up from the closet. "Nah, I'd rather be sitting next to you." Instead of having you ogle me. She smiled as she sat herself down, blanket in hand. If looks could kill, the glare that followed that smile would have had him in an instant. He dared to watch her struggle and get enjoyment out of it.

She struggled with the blanket, finally giving up with it tossed over her right side. "I need to get used to working with my left hand." She even struggled eating with it. She leaned back in the chair, glancing to Sorano through her peripherals, too tired to stay really mad at him. "So have you had any visitors yet?"

This guy was just to funny, what exactly was running through that thick skull? I doubt she would want to know.

"Your girl, huh?" She held back a fit of giggles. He must have trapped some poor sap, or she was really into that type of perverted guy. You never know. It was still all too hilarious to her. It was nice that his sister had bothered to visit, they must be close.

When the attention was suddenly focused on her, she tensed rather harshly. "Yeah." She sighed, "Two friends have visited me." Though she did wish to have a constant companion, other than that fat rat Skye. "One was even there when I woke up." On my birthday... She still didn't know how he knew.

"You must be cool." She smirked, shifting in her seat to get a better look at him. It looked almost as if he was afraid of something; but not of a scary movie, something serious. She shrugged the feeling off, playing with her hair.

Cabin fever, huh? Something she was all too familiar with. "Well, as soon as I was able to stand on my own two feet, I was out of there. Aren't you glad I graced you with a visit?" She teased him lightly, "I couldn't stand another second in there." She put scratched at her cast. "Everything is so restricting. Let alone I look like some sort of pirate." She smirked, laughing at her own misfortune. "Think I could run with Team Aqua with this thing?" She laughed at the thought of her in one of their outfits.

Her face grew soft, remembering the raid. All their injuries stemming from that night. "Did she get too handsy for ya?" A gleam filled her eyes. "I bet you couldn't handle her." She snickered at the man. "I ended up getting a black Persian form some sweaty guy." She was grossed out just thinking of it. "I mean, really sweaty."