Visiting Post

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

Garion is in one of the beds in the infirmary where he's been since he came in yesterday. He's been asleep for most of it; his consciouness had been an effort of pure will kept up only in an attempt to lessen what worry his friends might have for him. This morning, however, his eyes did open (though it was something of an effort) and while he hasn't moved much (partly because he doesn't want to and partly because he doesn't want to disturb any of the things that have been put on him to help heal him), he is in fact awake.

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[chaotic-awesome.livejournal.com]

Lack of movement aside, he'll probably notice the familiar ratty face poking into the room.

"Garion?" His voice is a little low at first.

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

Yes, Silk?

He's still talking like this. His mouth hurts and since he has an alternative, he's using it.

[chaotic-awesome.livejournal.com]

"Oh, good, you're awake." He slips into the room, and goes to sit by Garion's bed.

"That was an incredibly stupid thing you did," he says conversationally.

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

I'd agree with you, except I think if I tried to nod something might fall off.

He sighs, though.

It wasn't stupid until I got there and saw the kind of thing I was dealing with. The idea was sound.

[gone_byebye]

Takka takka takka-

"Hi, Garion," says Ray, who's got Francis with him. "Bar said you were.... yeeeugh, you don't look good."

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

Not particularly, he agrees dryly. His mouth still hurts, his jaw is still a little off and he has an alternative so he's using it.

[gone_byebye]

"Garion, if anything went wrong with the PKE meter and those things were able to sneak up on you because of it, I'm so sorry-"

[golden-acorns.livejournal.com]

A little voice comes over the amulet.

Garion, where are you?

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

I'm at the bar, still. Just... recovering from a little research.

He's not lying, but he does make it sound as if he's hung over instead of seriously injured.

[golden-acorns.livejournal.com]

Was that research on ales of the universe?

She does love to pounce her husband when he's hung over.

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie peeks into the infirmary, a bag of grapes under his arm.

"Hey," he says quietly.

Pay no mind to the ashes on his forehead. It's an Earth thing.

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

He tries to smile... and fails miserably because it hurts.

Hi, Charlie.

He's a mess. His wrist is in a brace, his leg is broken, his ribs are either cracked, bruised, or broken and while Suzi had helped with the bruises, he still vaguely resembles an eggplant at some spots. There's a patch over the stab wound on his left shoulder as well.

Good to see you.

[bloodyrockgod]

"Did they get the number of that truck that hit you?" He pulls over a chair and puts the grapes aside.

No eating for Garion anytime soon, clearly.

"I'd ask how you're doing but that'd just be redundant. Can I get you anything?"

[cheevy.livejournal.com]

Not too far from Garion, in another bed, is a scrawney stick-figure of a hippie with hair that looks like a mop that's been run over by a truck and an IV in his arm. He's lying in his bed in a rather.... unique position, with his feet propped up on the wall over the pillows.

He's singing something quietly to himself. It sounds like selections from the Romantic poets set to the tune of "Eleanor Rigby" and "I am the Walrus" with occasional floating renditions of the John Donne version of "American Pie."

Also, there seems to be a very small dragon sleeping on the table next to his bed.

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

What're you singing?

...to be fair, Garion's only exposure to Earth music has been from Charlie and the iPod he was given once which held the total collected works of the band Kamelot.

[cheevy.livejournal.com]

Miniver stops singing.

Miniver squints his eyes at the ceiling.

"I thought I told you to be good little gnome kittens and go to sleep. I keep trying to find the right lullabies but eventually Maeve is going to come take you to the fairy city and keep you there forever."

His tone would seem to imply that his mind is not entirely at home just now, but he can't help it that Garion's voice seems an awful lot like his delusions.

[sime-channel.livejournal.com]

"Hi, Garion." Suzi comes bearing...things. Mostly brightly (nay, incandescently) colored things. Of the soft and fluffy kind, "Why aren't you sleeping?"

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

I can't sleep.

His jaw is still out of sorts and sore, so he's speaking like this if only to save himself some pain.

[sime-channel.livejournal.com]

She spreads the soft blanket of neon shades of yellow and green over the top of the infirmary issue one. "Well, I can at least help there." Is the cheerful response, and she smiles at him while balancing the fields.

It isn't that he doesn't still hurt, it's just that he can't feel himself hurting anymore. "And I brought a book, so if you feel like sleeping you can do so without me getting bored. I'm also projecting Hard Need at you, which won't fix you as fast as if you were Gen, but will help you heal faster than normal."

[masterofsoresu]

Obi-Wan sensed the disturbance in the Force when they brought the young man in yesterday. He also sensed... pure Dark Side, on such a scale as he's never been up close and personal with.

Now that things have quieted down a bit, he's decided to pay a call on the young man... and winces on catching sight of him. "What in the Force happened to you?" he breathes.

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

Demons. And madmen. And mad demons.

That about sums it up.

Hello.

[masterofsoresu]

"Hello... Garion." He reads the name off the nearby chart. "I just realised, I never learnt your name in any of our previous meetings. In case you've forgotten, I'm Obi-Wan Kenobi."

[runmakitarun.livejournal.com]

"Did you get what you went in for?" Because as bad as Garion's injuries are, the question is whether they bought him what he needed or not.

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

I got quite more information than we had. Enough to calm some fears, start up new ones, and to get plans made.

He nods carefully at Makita.

Thanks for coming by.

[runmakitarun.livejournal.com]

She nods, "Then you made the right choice." She's no stranger to taking risks to get vital information.

She sits in a nearby chair, "I'm glad you're doing okay. Or at least relatively so." Makita tilts her head, "You are doing okay, right?"