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Fifteen Bells: [ACTION/WRITTEN]

[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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Oh yes. The one that delivers morphine directly into my blood. I've become rather fond of that one.

[Also of the little button he presses to make the morphine happen.]

I just get antibiotics from mine.

[He doesn't know what those are, but he'll pretend he does.]

What brings a young lady to this fine establishment, if it isn't too bold for me to ask?

Malaria brought -- and keeps -- this young lady -- also known as Selphie -- to this fine establishment and has kept her here since the end of the last draft and I'd really, really like to go home and sleep in my own bed because if anybody else tries to come and poke me with another needle, I'm getting ready to tell them where they can shove it.

[That makes him laugh.] I take you as one of the few unfortunates Dr. McCoy did not manage to accost with his...his little device that prevents the ague, evidently.

[She smiles at that laugh. Laughter's the best medicine and has been in short supply for the past week.]

He didn't need to do. I've been asleep for most of the week.

So have I. They just let me wake up yesterday, actually. I think one or two of my friends are in poorer health than me.

I've only seen one of my teammates since I got here. So I'm hoping that the other three are okay as well...

[She doesn't mention that one of her housemates had gone and gotten himself killed again but that's a matter to be dealt with when she see's said person next. Most likely with a fist to the face of the poor victim.]

Well then, Selphie, you and I shall petition the town of Luceti to visit its patients in the clinic more often. Whenever I'm awake, I'm bored to tears.

Why good sir, I do think we can manage that quite nicely! Something to do would be nice though. I'm bored out of my brain.

We could play noughts and crosses, but I'm afraid it's a bit difficult to write at the moment. We might tell each other stories.

Naughts and crosses? As for stories... I don't think I've got any good ones.

None at all? [He racks his opiate-addled brain for something that isn't depressing.] Do you know Katherine and Petruchio?

We didn't really have a lot of time to read back home... but I've never heard of that one before.

All right, well.

[He launches into what is essentially the story of The Taming of the Shrew, shortened to a manageable length. He's a decent enough storyteller--no stand-up comedian, but he can manage to capture and hold most peoples' interest, even if they're not going to be riveted.]

[Selphie listens quietly and giggles during the more amusing parts as she starts to nod off during the story.]

And they all lived happily ever after...?

Of course they did. [Telling the story took a lot out of him, and he blinks sleepily.] I should tell you more, perhaps after you sleep for a little. I imagine we'll both be here for some time yet.

Sounds like you need a nap too.

Just a little one. [Because he is manly and tough and doesn't need more sleep than that.] Good night, Selphie.

Sweet dreams...?

Archie.

Mmm. Sweet dreams Archie.

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