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Visiting post for Autor
Because someone took a twenty foot tumble off a flying carpet, Autor has been in overnight for head injury observation.
Feel free to come pester him when he wakes up. Or draw on his face while he sleeps, whatever works.
Feel free to come pester him when he wakes up. Or draw on his face while he sleeps, whatever works.
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Catch him either out like a light or blinking and bleary-eyed in bed, with a sore arm, a pounding head, and a dry mouth.
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"Shiva wept!" he says, leaping off of it. He struggles to sit up, and lays back down immediately, dizzy. When he opens his eyes, he sees that he's not alone. "Oh. Hi, Enzo. How are you?"
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"But they fixed me all up. The technology here is amazing," the boy says. It's true that they've fixed his arm and bandaged his head, but he's still terribly sore, and he has a massive bruise darkening one cheekbone.
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"Bonnie?" he croaks, eyes open but tousled head still on the pillow. "Hi."
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She plumps his pillow because this is what people do.
"When'd you last eat?"
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At her question, the boy glances away, at the wall. "Oh, um, let's see," he murmurs. The truth is, he's going on four days now, which is why he's dizzy and pale and has trembling hands, and probably couldn't stand right now. Her asking about it reminds him of his stomach, and he finds to his chagrin that he's ravenous.
The boy looks back to her. "A while. It's been a little while."
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Well at least that's not as much a lie as she thought he was about to come out with when he looked at that wall.
She pours him a cup of the home made soup and oh look, there's some home baked crusty bread rolls.
"Is this a work thing or a diet and fitness thing or what?"
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"You spoil me, Bonnie. Thank you. You don't have to," Autor says, and snatches a roll to cram in his mouth.
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There are definitely people whose faces he'd draw on while they slept, but Autor's not one of them. He'll leave the stack of books and tea, if Autor's not awake.
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Erm. He clears his throat and looks sheepish. "I may have discovered a new vice, that's all."
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