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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[all7seas]

"...Right. Of course. You've already..."

The full horror of what it must have been like for Kennedy finally hit him, and Jack placed a palm on the door frame to steady himself.

"I'll be inquiring of Doctor McCoy when you can return to training. I'll expect you not to stint, Lieutenant."

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That got a relieved smile, then a broad smile, then a full grin. The only thing worse than being attacked was being treated like an invalid afterward, with all the scorn and pity it came with. "I wouldn't expect so, Captain."

[all7seas]

"Brilliant. Farewell for now, lad."

Jack did not offer to come back; he didn't offer to bring the lieutenant any desired things. What he wanted was to get clear of this place and try to figure out how they would maintain Buffy's stalemate while also maintaining Kennedy's spirit and heart. It wasn't, he imagined, going to be as simple as anyone had thought.