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[ooc: After this]

Charlie is recovering in the infirmary after his surgery, in the bed nearest the door.

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[ostro_goth]

It's the second day when Teja storms in, in his armour and Tyrian purple cloak, carrying his axe, and Count on his shoulder.

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Charlie looks up. "You look ready to kill something." This is never a good thing.

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Teja stops, upon seeing him.

Yes, that is the one he loves! His heart knows the truth of this, as a hot wave of both love and worry swamps it.

"My Charlie!"

He puts down his axe, and is by his bedside at once. Count hops off him.

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Charlie shoves the cat unceremoniously off, because it hurts to have to cough when he lands on his chest.

"Off, cat. Hey."

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Teja sits on his bedside, and bends to gently kiss him.

"We were shot," he says, softly. "It pains me to see you still wounded: - but I am so truly happy to see you again, at all!"

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He only smiles, because laughing isn't really an option right now, and kisses back.

"I wondered where you were." He scoots up to sit, which is infinitely easier than the last time he was in here, so Teja can sit. "I'm sure I'll live. I seem to be resilient," Charlie says, only a little dry.

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"Where I was," Teja says, putting an arm around him, lightly. "They didn't tell you?"

Good, and bad. So he would have to -- bad news, yes, that had already been overtaken by the good.