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[dragon_twin]

Melou has been asleep most of the time he's been in here so far, blinking awake every once in a while for a few sips of water before nodding off again fairly quickly.

Now, however, he seems to be actually awake. His chest still feels like there's about a hundred horses sitting on it and breathing is still painful, though it's not as laboured as before.

He could, he decides, really use a drink.

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[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Angela comes back into the infirmary after showering and changing clothing--the bar seems to want to give her dresses all the time now--and smiles when she sees that he's awake.

"Hey. How are you feeling?" She comes over to sit in the chair next to his bed, pushing her still-damp hair out of her eyes.

[dragon_twin]

"Like shit." He looks over at her, half smiling. "You still here?"

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

"Well, of course I am. Just hopped out for a shower." She leans over and kisses his forehead. "You slept most of yesterday away. The doctor says you're doing okay, though."

She's so glad he's awake.

[dragon_twin]

"Well, that's good, I guess. Mele'd kill me if I died while he was gone." He reaches out and grabs her hand, thankful she's on his left side. "He say how long I'll be in here?"

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Angela takes her hand in his and bites her lip a little. "Um...two weeks. Or thereabouts." She winces. "Sorry."

She gets a feeling he's going to get really grouchy before that two weeks is up.

[dragon_twin]

"Fuck. Two weeks?" He'd headdesk, if there was a desk. Or anything table related. Instead he just huffs and sort of headpillows. And then winces, because even huffing still hurts.

"I'll go insane."

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Angela covers his hand with her other one. "With any luck, you won't be on total bedrest the whole time," she says hopefully.

And she really hopes he doesn't do anything stupid, like get out of bed before his wounds have had a chance to heal properly.

[dragon_twin]

Melou would never.

OK, yes, he would. And probably will.

"What am I supposed to do for all that time?"

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Angela goes over and rummages a bit in a bin, coming out with something that looks rather like a remote control. She dims the lights just a bit.

"Oh, lie on your back and stare at the ceiling. It won't be very exiting, but I'll keep you company if you want. And we can watch the stars."

She presses a button on the remote, and an illusion of the night sky appears on the ceiling. Stars, moon, planets. It's rather a lovely effect.

"Not entirely exciting, I know. Just a nice effect. And...I'll figure other stuff out. I'll bet you'll be able to go on walks in a few days." Not long walks, of course. But changes in scenery is good.

[alwaysroomforhope]

There's no real reason for Steph to be in the infirmary, but then, she's never been a fan of reason.

And this occupant catches her eye. Instead of just sticking her head around the door, she peers at him, and then wanders over to look down at him thoughtfully.

"What happened to you?"

[dragon_twin]

Melou, for some reason, doesn't seem at all phased that she's here.

"I got shot." He gestures with his good arm to the two rather large bandages on his chest and shoulder. "Arrows."

[alwaysroomforhope]

"...ouch," she says. "That was pretty dumb of you."

[dragon_twin]

"Yeah, silly me for not being able to spot hired assassins hiding who knows where ahead of time." He replies, mildly.

[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph grins. "Shocking, really. Didn't they train you for that sort of thing?"

[dragon_twin]

"No, see, 'they' being our Uncle, trained us to watch his back. So this civil war stuff? Pretty much going at it on our own."

[alwaysroomforhope]

"And getting shot along the way. I guess it's lucky you can come here and be healed and stuff."

She doesn't like him, but Angie does. And it's hard to actively dislike someone who's just been shot. It's those protective instincts that get her into trouble every time.

[dragon_twin]

"Don't know how we got here. As for being shot," he shrugs his left shoulder, also pauses for breath, "cousin's more of a jackass than we thought."

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

It's a little late when Angela gets back from Faith's wedding, and she's not sure if Melou is asleep or not, but she just wanted to see him before she got out of her dress. (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v33/shellebelle/pearce-fionda-pale-blue-chiffon-wav.jpg)

Pale blue was her best color and even Angela had to admit that she looked nice. She has a large ivory flower in her hair, and it smells nice. And her heels make her nearly as tall as Melou.

Quietly, she makes her way down to where his bed is, and peeks around the curtain.

[dragon_twin]

Melou is not only awake, but sitting up a little. It's an improvement, anyway.

He blinks at her and smiles.

"Hey, gorgeous."

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

She beams. "Hey. I just got back." She comes over to kiss his cheek. "You look loads better. How are you feeling?"

[dragon_twin]

He shrugs his good shoulder.

"All right, I guess. Breathing doesn't hurt so much anymore. Missed you, though." He reaches out for her hand. "Have fun?"

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

"I missed you, too." She takes his hand in hers. "It was...interesting. Kind of weird, in a nice way. Everyone on Antar has blue skin, too, which takes a little getting used to--well, at least for me." She sits down carefully on the edge of the bed.

"Is it okay if I sit here? Not hurting you, or anything?"

[dragon_twin]

"Yeah, it's fine." His right hand twitches a little, wanting to reach over and play with her hair, but he can't, of course.

"Blue skin?"

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

"Yup. The wedding was on another planet." She pauses. "They could have changed mine, but I decided that I'd stay me-colored."

[dragon_twin]

"That's good, 'cause you look good... you-coloured."

He smiles at her again and looks her over. "You really wore that there?"