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[guppy_sandhu]

Charlie is in the infirmary, recovering from surgery.

[ooc: Visiting post for Charlie]

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[ostro_goth]

Teja peers in late in the morning, to see if Charlie is awake yet.

[licensed-pro.livejournal.com]

He is; and writing, currently, after arranging himself into halfway sitting up. "Hey," he smiled lightly, looking up to see Teja standing in the doorway.

[ostro_goth]

"Greetings, my Charlie," Teja says, still in the doorway. "You are ever writing -- have you so many tales to tell to posterity?"

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That makes him chuckle. "It's nothing that interesting. It's just a journal." He closed it and gestured to the chair beside the bed. "You can sit down if you want to."

[ostro_goth]

"You have an interesting way of telling a man, 'Sit down, I want you here!' in that manner," Teja says, amused.

He comes over, wearing his now-usual dark linen clothes, breeches and belted shirt, instead of his armour; he is bathed and shaved and carries no weapons, apart from the small utility knife on his belt.

He sits, and gives Charlie a deep look. "You are lucky I wish to do so myself. You seem much better already!"

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"Sounds better when you give people an option." He smiled lightly, setting the small notebook down. "Can't say I know exactly how I'm supposed to seem, having never been shot at before."

A thought occurred to him, and made him shake his head, smiling. "I am sorry I couldn't help feed the cats. I think I might have scared them, had I tried yesterday."

[ostro_goth]

"They will not starve, as long as there are mice in the stables," Teja says. "I looked for them, this morning, and they were all well, and glad to see me. I would have brought Count, but I suspect animals are not allowed in future-times infirmaries."

He reaches out to take Charlie's hand, and squeeze it. "How did it happen, that you were there to be shot at? We never finished on that, last night, as Guppy got worried about Will and Doc."

[guppy_sandhu]

Some time after Teja has been, Guppy comes in to check on Charlie again. He's been in and out all night.

"Hey, you're looking better." he says with a pleased smile, despite the fact that his stomach is still doing somersaults over Will and Doc being missing, plus goodness knows how many others.

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"Thanks. I think." He smiled a little, looking up at Guppy. "Have you slept any, all night?"

He closes the book that he'd been reading, leaning back onto the raised bed.

[guppy_sandhu]

"Yeah, I got a bit in the office." Guppy says, lying through his teeth. "Don't worry, you're not the first I've watched over in here all night, and I doubt you'll be the last. How are you feeling?"

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Charlie laughed. "You lie. And should sleep." He shrugged lightly, shifting around in his position. "I've slept all night, and am fine this morning." he paused.

"Am I allowed to take a shower now?"

[guppy_sandhu]

"I don't see why not, I fused your skin over the wound. But you need to go very gently, it's going to hurt. And probably best to take someone to help."

He perches on the end of the bed and asks gently. "Mind if we chat about last night?"

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Kate stepped in, and sat down in a chair near his bed. Likewise checking to see if he was awake enough to talk.

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"Hi." Charlie blinks at Kate coming in, smiling a tiny bit. He's not been allowed out yet, to see if Will's got back. Or anyone else.

"Were you that bored, to come up here?"

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

"More concerned. Guppy told me a little of what happened to you. Do you know where you were?"

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"I haven't the foggiest, other than it involved red, blue, and a whole lot of bullets." He paused. "Will had grenades."

He raised an eyebrow. "Concerned?"

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

"Guppy said you were bad and needed surgery, of course I'm going to be concerned."

She then blinked, "......why would Will have grenades?"

[licensed-pro.livejournal.com]

"That you would have to ask him. I assume he simply wanted that role," Charlie shrugged.

"Yes, I did need surgery. That was yesterday. I'm hoping I get to leave soon."

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

"How are you feeling now? And role? What the hell is going on? What kind of battle was it?"

[mogget_cat]

A small white cat insinuates itself around the edge of the door-frame and into the room, a flicker of movement, white against the white wall. It sniffs the air, curious, smelling the typically antiseptic and sterilized smell of the infirmary.

"Mrrrow?" It's a quiet sound from under the chair beside Charlie's bed.

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Charlie looks down at the cat over the edge of his journal. "Well, hello there. I'd like to pet you, but you'll have to come up here." He smiled at the white cat; it was very handsome.

"If Guppy shows up you might have to leave."

[mogget_cat]

Well-kept, certainly, but small for all that it is fully-grown.

"Mwrrrr...mrow!" It wraps about the leg of the table, eyeing Charlie.


On its own time, it leaps up lightly onto the bed, using the chair as a useful springboard. The cat pads gingerly on the sheets, sniffing both Charlie and the journal.

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He chuckles at the cat, moving the journal so the cat could pad around. "Well alright. I take it by that you want to be petted?" He shook his head at himself, talking to a cat as if they could answer.

Charlie raised a hand and scritched idly at the little thing's head. "You're a very cute cat...do you belong to anyone here?"

[mogget_cat]

The cat wanders as it will, seeking out the best place to settle for scritches.

'On Charlie' seems to be the top choice, today. The cat curls up on him, a soft, warm weight of silky fur, purring loudly.

There isn't a collar on its neck; however, on the skin under the fur of the cat's neck there is a palpable ridge of scar tissue long healed, marking where a collar once was, cinched too tight for too long.

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"Aren't you cute." He chuckled, petting the white fur softly, tunneling his fingers though it. "How is it that you knew where I was, hmm?"