Fifteen Bells: [ACTION/WRITTEN]

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[Archie woke up yesterday.  How is this new?  Well, after getting some fairly critical stab wounds from Grell, he was put on a ventilator and kept under sedation for a few days.  The ventilator was exchanged for a less impressive-looking concentrator yesterday and he was taken off sedation.  He spent yesterday sleeping anyway, since anesthesia doesn't generally leave you bright-eyed immediately afterward.

This morning, he is talking and eating Jell-o, which is a new experience. The most important bit comes written on the journal network in wobbly handwriting courtesy of the heart monitor clipped on his finger.]

I have been informed that I may have visitors. I'd like to know everyone is all right.

Kennedy

[Anyone who comes in will find him looking predictably weak and pale but lucid and in good spirits, or possibly catnapping after a dose of painkillers.

OOC: Purely for the sake of mercy, Archie is unaffected by the event.]

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[voice]

[poorneedyand.livejournal.com]

I guess so. [She can't really know for certain--after all, Archie's existence remains a mystery to her as far as the stories go, and she hasn't had much chance to get to know them here--but there's no denying the miasma of sadness under which Hornblower conducts himself in Forester's books.] He's lucky to have you, then. It'd be a sad thing, to go through life without anyone there to pull you out of your misery. [Something something platitude something something. This Kay would rather solve problems with cake, on the whole.]

[voice]

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[He doesn't reply. A palpable melancholy has come over him quite suddenly, and he decides to blame it on the fact that he's let the pain get out of control. No longer hungry, he puts the toast back on the plate, sets the plate on the little table attached to his bed by a hinged arm, and presses the button that releases more morphine into his bloodstream.]

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[poorneedyand.livejournal.com]

[Even if she's not aware that Archie has a sudden case of the sads himself, the fact that he's set down his toast doesn't go unnoticed.] You've got a lot of rest to catch up on, I'm sure. I shouldn't keep you.

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I'm useless as anything after medication. [He really let it get out of control--it's taking longer for the pain to vanish, this time.]

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[poorneedyand.livejournal.com]

You get some rest, then. [One more round of hand-patting, and she stands.] And when you're feeling better, I expect to see you and Mr. Hornblower for dinner sometime. I'll make a good English roast for you, it'll be just like home.

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That would be wonderful. [Even if things got a little awkward just now, a good English roast sounds much better than the bad ones they usually attempt at home.]

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[poorneedyand.livejournal.com]

Good. [Luckily she's in decent practice when it comes to roast beef, and not just because she's turned into the angel of the house for a week. After taking up the plate and what bits of toast remain on it--they'll surely be stale by the time Archie's hungry again, there's no point to leaving them for him--she heads toward the door, glancing back once before she goes.] Feel better.

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Thank you, Mrs. Eaton. [Mmm, the drugs are good. His eyes close on their own.]