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 Posted: Mon Jun 10, 2013 11:13 am
Jordan hadn't actually brought burgers. He'd checked in with the nurses, who had informed him that Robert didn't currently have the capacity to digest burgers and would in fact be seriously endangering himself by eating. There would be no burgers for this invalid. By way of apology Jordan had instead put together a stack of puzzle books - the simple kind - and magazines with more pictures than articles. The door of the infirmary room where Robert was currently held captive by his injuries was open, but Jordan rapped on the doorframe. "Hey, dumbass, can I come in?" Nio Love hey check it out I quoted the right username this time
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Posted: Mon Jun 10, 2013 3:50 pm
Robert couldn't remember what he'd said on Twitter, to anyone. After Mimsy had taken his phone, he'd started talking to the ceiling, and having conversations with people who weren't there. The infirmary was mostly empty for the night, which was good for him, because he'd spewed out a vast majority of embarrassing things. Most of it didn't even make sense unless you were certain people. When Jordan arrived, Robert had been lightly sleeping, but the sound of a voice was enough to jarr him awake. He opened his eyes and grinned goofily, still heavily influenced by the drugs that coursed through his system. He didn't look too bad - a few bandages covered scratches on his face, but his entire body was covered by the blankets and hid the extent of damage that Amrita had done to him. So really, he just looked like he was lying in bed. The lack of any movement from the chest down was the only indication that something was wrong. "Heeeey boss," He drawled out, shifting his head and trying to move. Nothing happened other than his neck muscles bulging with effort. "You came! You came to see me. I knew you would." He'd forgotten the burgers. For now.
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Posted: Mon Jun 10, 2013 4:01 pm
"'Course I did." Jordan came into the room and deposited the bag of reading material on the table beside the bed. "Dude, you're stoned," he said sympathetically, his eyes flicking briefly to the blankets that covered the massive damage that Robert had taken. "They did give you the good stuff, huh?"
He wondered how Petra was holding up. He should stop by their room afterwards to check on her; she kept up a stony facade, but Jordan knew how much Petra really cared about Robert, and having someone you loved come home damn near dead could shake anyone up.
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Posted: Mon Jun 10, 2013 5:19 pm
"********..." Laughing his boisterous, body jiggling laugh cut through the numbness of the meds and shot agonizing pain up his body, making him tense until the feeling ebbed away. "Yeah, I am totally ******** flying, serious, like, serious." He chuckled, more carefully this time. "It's so good, man. Feels so good, unless I try to move. I can't feel my body anymore, it's so ******** mind-blowing. They got me numb from here - " It was clear he would have reached out to touch his chest, if his arms could move. Instead they just twitched uselessly. "Down. But they probably just keeping me from feeling any pain. It was worse when I could move my arms, but I told them I could take it, I don't know why they had to put me down so hard." He sobered up, and looked at Jordan seriously. "Listen, though. This b***h ********' stole my jacket. That jacket cost me big, boss. I need my ********' jacket. God I wanna ********' kill her. ******** had his priorities. "Amrita. ********. b***h. Have you seen Petra? I haven't seen her yet. Actually, I don't know if I have, sometimes I see things, I don't know if they're real. Did Poe come see me? I think she ********' stole my phone, but that can't be right 'cause she's podded and she hates me. Where's my phone? Do you see it anywhere, boss?" He became agitated, trying to turn his head to find his phone again.
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Posted: Tue Jun 11, 2013 1:21 am
"Nah, don't be a tough guy, tough guy. Everybody knows you can take it, but you don't have to. Much better not feeling it." Jordan pulled the chair in the corner over to the side of the bed and sat down on it. "We'll get her," he assured Robert. "We'll get it back." He understood the concern; even though it was probably half the drugs making Robert fixate on the idea, their jackets were more than clothes, more than just a uniform, symbolic and representative. Your coat was what told the world you were a Hunter. It carried your color, your rank, your division, and your personal touch; almost everyone had their coats modified to their personal tastes, becoming a badge of identity. Having your coat stolen by a monster was a gross and personal insult. "I'll make sure Petra's okay. You're going to be fine, they can't keep you in here long, you'll be bugging her again in a week." Jordan started to reach out to pat Robert's shoulder, then didn't, in case it would hurt. He picked up the phone from where it lay on the table instead and held it up so Robert could see it. "Your phone's right here." Robert probably missed his sister. From what Jordan knew, the relationship had been a rocky one, but still, she was his sister. He couldn't imagine finding your sibling here, then losing them again to the endless sleep of the pods. He'd never touched the subject in their conversations. If Robert wanted to talk about it, he'd talk about it. He hadn't, and so Jordan left it alone. "I brought you some magazines," he said to change the subject. "When you can move your arms again, you can have a look. Nice pictures. I know, I know, you read them for the articles, right?" He gave Robert a conspiratorial grin that only felt a little strained around the edges.
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Posted: Tue Jun 11, 2013 2:07 am
All he had to hear was Jordan's assurance, and he relaxed. He believed in his best friend more than he believed in himself; his trust in the man was limitless. His eyes closed and he breathed a sigh of relief. "Okay, boss." He didn't believe he was going to be back up in a week, but it was a lovely thought to entertain when you were this drugged up. "Magazines, huh?" He opened his eyes to look at which ones he'd brought. "Got any playboy? You could hold 'em up for me." He gave his friend the most innocent grin he could muster.
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Posted: Tue Jun 11, 2013 5:47 am
Jordan laughed, relaxing a little as Robert relaxed. "Sorry, none of those, I would've had to bribe Mark and dude, I'm not going near that office, I've heard stories and I've seen the kind of runics he carries. You know, we were artifact hunting and he had a pair of explosive briefs in his bag, seriously, dude, I just don't want to know." Nio Love he's not kidding, actually
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Posted: Wed Jun 12, 2013 4:09 am
"Explosive briefs." Robert couldn't wrap his mind around it. "What.. would he do.. why would he.. want.. I don't.. what.." Robert wanted to cringe, but he just didn't have enough body control to do it. "Fine, then you can still read me somethin'. I don't care what. If it's not porn, it can be anything you want, just pick somethin' without a lot of big words and read me a story." He looked up at his best friend with big, hopeful eyes - much like a child would, hoping for storytime.
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Posted: Wed Jun 12, 2013 4:22 am
"I don't know and I'm not asking." Jordan shook his head. "The really scary part is that they were pretty effective on the thing we were fighting. Mental scars, man. Mental scars." He nodded and gave Robert an indulgent, mischievous grin. "I got something that I think you'll enjoy. Kind of a bedtime story, a little unusual, but I think it's right up your alley." He pulled a book out of the bag, opened it, and began reading. "The cats nestle close to their kittens now, The lambs have laid down with the sheep ... "
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Posted: Wed Jun 12, 2013 4:31 am
"What the ******** is even.." He didn't want to think of how explosive briefs could be effective in any way, so he just dropped it. Jordan was going to read to him after all, and he was happy to have a friend so giving that he would - And then the first f bomb dropped. "BAHA-owww." Robert still chuckled even after the pain shot through him, because hearing Jordan tell him to go the ******** to sleep was probably the funniest, most heart warming curse he'd ever been graced with - and in a child's bedtime story, no less. Jordan was right, he was going to enjoy this. He settled in, closing his eyes, and his giant grin remained on his face.
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Posted: Wed Jun 12, 2013 4:43 am
Jordan paused for a moment at the oww, glancing over to make sure Robert was okay, but the big grin on Robert's face reassured him, and he smiled and kept reading. A belly laugh might hurt still, but keeping Robert's spirits up was important. Being stuck in the infirmary sucked a** and could put you in a seriously bad mood. A bit of humor would help. He'd make sure to write something not too sappy inside the cover and deposit the book at Robert's room after his friend got better.
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