[Lucio probably walks in on a heated, semi-coherent argument with a nurse about how he doesn't need tranquilizers and so help him he will call Voltron and --]
Alright. I can talk to Angie to see if she can advise them of that. You're her patient more than mine, after all.
[the nurse that's still in the room takes note of this and begins fiddling around with some alien medical equipment after giving a brief apology to shiro.]
No, he made it out fine. Don't linger on it, alright? I don't know what happened, but it sounded like something big appeared and there was some understandable panic. The important thing is you both made it out alive.
[even if shiro barely did.]
He's avoiding seeing you, though. It might be hard.
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theyre
in her head ??? no
dnt put them in a cage
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in her
head?
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yes
brain mice
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i understand
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thank u
oh
nursess r back
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do what they say, shiro
i'll be there soon
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but ok reality its hard to sleep here
i dont lke hospitals
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do you want me to come stay with you? i don't really have a room yet anyway
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u can stay with us
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lucio can you hurr y
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sorr y
Head's clearing a little.
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[lúcio doesn't bother replying and instead just walks in.]
Maybe texting wasn't a good idea, huh?
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Lucio!
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Ma'am, do you mind if I have a quick word with him? He's a little... stubborn.
[she doesn't seem happy about it, but agrees if only because shiro obviously knows who he is and visiting hours are, technically, still open.]
Hey, dude! You givin' these lovely ladies trouble?
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No.
They wanted to put me under. I... don't like that.
[For a lot of reasons.]
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[he sits on the side of the bed and takes whichever one of shiro's hands is closer.]
You took a lot of damage, alright? You'll regret not having at least something on hand.
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Painkillers were fine. Honest.
Just... don't want to go under.
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[the nurse that's still in the room takes note of this and begins fiddling around with some alien medical equipment after giving a brief apology to shiro.]
How're you feeling?
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[He sighs it out, letting his eyes shut for a second. His head cleared up pretty fast, once he thought someone was going to sedate him.]
Not great. How long's it been?
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[he hesitates, then goes quiet.]
Darin... took it real hard.
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[He doesn't ask that right away. He has to press his good hand to his face. There's a headache dancing somewhere behind his eyes.]
I... screwed up back there. Thought he'd catch on before anything happened...
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[even if shiro barely did.]
He's avoiding seeing you, though. It might be hard.
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