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[dragon_twin]

Melou is cranky.

It's been over a week since he's had a drink, his chest still hurts and worst of all, the infirmary's getting crowded. Not to mention noisy.

He gets the feeling it's going to last.

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[pendragon-son.livejournal.com]

Someone comes in whistling.

Carrying a rough bag.

Looks like more then one head, really.

[dragon_twin]

Melou smiles at his brother. He's sitting up and looks much better, really, not as pale.

"At least one of us is in a good mood."

[pendragon-son.livejournal.com]

"I," Melehan informs him, "am a genius. With magic. Which I am slowly getting to use."

[dragon_twin]

"Magic?" Melou looks at him sceptically.

[pendragon-son.livejournal.com]

"You know. The vision shit."

[dragon_twin]

"Oh. That." He glances at the bag, finally. "Don't see any spikes."

[pendragon-son.livejournal.com]

"Um. No spikes HERE. Wasn't sure if you'd be allowed to have them."

[dragon_twin]

"Why wouldn't I be? Only thing they seem to care that I don't have is alcohol." Cue sighing.

"Two of 'em?"

[pendragon-son.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. Bastards. Tracked 'em down."

[dragon_twin]

"'Course you did." Melou never had a doubt. "Make 'em suffer?"

[pendragon-son.livejournal.com]

Melehan's eyes go blank.

"They tried to kill you."

...that would be a 'yes', Melou.

[dragon_twin]

"Good. Hope you sent the rest of them back to our loving cousin."

[pendragon-son.livejournal.com]

A cold smile. If the boys had been older at Camlann, they'd see that Melehan looks more like Arthur then Mordred just now.

If.

"Of course. With a very brief note."

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

When Angela comes into the infirmary after her shooting lesson with her grandfather, she's taken aside by the doctor and told that Melou should probably get up and take a short walk.

After all, he doesn't want pneumonia on top of everything else.

Melou...looks cranky, though. Pissed off might be a better description.

"Hey."

She eyes the bag on the bed. It seems to be...leaking?

Yes, leaking. Red.

"Um. Is that...what I think it is?" she asks, gesturing at the bag.

[OOC: if you don't want him to be able to get out of bed at the moment, let me know--but he probably should move around...]

[dragon_twin]

Melou's actually sitting sort of on the edge of the bed with his feet on the floor. He hasn't been told if he's supposed to be up or not, but he doesn't seem to care.

"Hey. Could be, depends on what you think it is."

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Angela wrinkles her nose, then quirks a smile at him. "Well, I suppose that would depend on whether or not Melehan has been here. But...it's leaking, so I guess there's not much point in guessing."

She gets out a couple of absorbent pads, the type with waterproof bottoms, and wraps the bag in it, then goes to wash her hands. "Seems to be more than one in there." The bag is frickin' heavy!

When she comes back, she asks, "You feel up for a walk?"

[dragon_twin]

He blinks at her while she does it, a little surprised at how easily she's handling it.

"Mele was here and there's two." Melou scowls, but at what in particular is unknown. "Don't know if they each took one shot or were just working together. Doesn't matter."

He sighs a little. "Yeah, why not. Tired of staring at the same thing everyday."

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Well, Melehan did tell her what he was going to do. She's a little squicked, but more at the 'leaking' bit than the OMGheads bit.

She does shiver a bit, though. "We can walk as far as you like, but please tell me when you begin getting tired so we can head back."

She extends her hand to him. She knows he's been bored, and doesn't blame him at all for being cranky.

Plus, this place is getting crowded!

[dragon_twin]

Crowded with her friends and people Melou doesn't like!

"I'll do my best." He promises, but only half heartedly. Yes, he is still very, very grumpy. "I just need a shirt. And shoes."

He picks his shirt up from the bed and just kind of stares at it before looking up at Angela. "Um, I think I need help."

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Angela nods and helps. She sort of figured he would need some help. She also figures that he can't exactly tie his shoes at this point, either.

So she helps him with his shirt, being as careful as possible with his shoulder. The shirt is loose enough so she doesn't have to have him move his injured arm too much, but she winces when he does. "Sorry."

She finds his shoes and helps him put them on, then gets up from the floor. "Ready?"

[dragon_twin]

Melou sighs heavily, probably heavier than he's been able to since he entered the infirmary. Today is not shaping up to be a good day.

"Yeah. Thanks." He says, finally, and pushes himself up as best he can with only one hand.

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Angela catches the elbow of his good arm to support him, and they begin walking. It's probably much slower than he'd like, but it's a nice day outside...if they make it.

She smells a little like gunpowder. There's probably residue in her hair from practicing.

[dragon_twin]

Oh, they'll make it, even if it kills him.

Melou's trying not to wince too much, trying not to lean on her too much, trying not to let his breath catch too much.

Still, it's more than obvious he's not happy.

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Oh, it is.

She's seen her father in such a mood. It's best to lie low when that happens.

But she's here now, of course. She won't inquire about how he feels, she's sure he's sick of that. And she won't give him any more help unless he asks for it, because that's probably really going to annoy him.

So...she's not quite sure what to say, or do. But she has to say something, of course.

"What do you plan on doing with...that bag?"

[dragon_twin]

"I don't know, actually." He answers after a few moments of thought. "I wanted to put 'em on spikes, but Mele didn't bring any."