Visiting Hours

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Characters: RED Sniper (hasstandards), BLU Sniper (bye_to_yer_head), RED Pyro (notintehkitchen), Chibiterasu (chibibrushheir), and you!*
When: Mid-December
Where: Hospital
Rating: PGish
Summary: RED Sniper awakens in the hospital, having been dragged there after his rescue. His injuries are severe, but he's about to get some visitors.

* Feasibly, he could have several visitors with the span of time he

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Day 2!

[bye_to_yer_head]

BLU, with the help of Chibi, had found RED's house and gathered the things the man had requested. He tried not to intrude into his privacy, but he couldn't help but notice the makeshift doggy door with a towel over it carved into the front door. Well that explained a lot about why he was so excited to see the little pup.

The BLU returned to the hospital, a bag over his shoulder with all the parts of his Machina neatly stored inside, wrapped in towels so nothing scratches. He eyes the RED before dropping his ammo pouch on the bed near his working hand.

"How are all them broken bones doin?"

[hasstandards]

For a moment, RED was surprised to open his eyes and see BLU had even come back. His rival had been given the opportunity to take his things- not that he had much to take anymore. He wasn't entirely trustworthy yet- BLU still could use the knowledge of where his house was against him.

"Still broken," he said, pushing against the pillows to sit up, giving his head a shake in an unsuccessful attempt to knock that hood off. He felt groggy from the medication, but at least the pain was at a minimum by comparison. His movements were slow and deliberate as he took the pouch by the loop, pulling it toward him. Everything seemed to be in there. He opted to turn the pouch sideways, knocking the contents toward him on the bed rather than try to maneuver the two fingers he had well enough to get the screwdriver out.

After making sure everything was in order, he pushed the assorted screws and tools back into the pouch, the splints on his fingers making easy work of it. "Ringo not with you today?"

[bye_to_yer_head]

"Not today. I'm sure he's off visitin' everyone. Makin' sure they have food and all that. He's a good dog." BLU Sat on a chair near the bed, opening his bag and pulling out various pieces of the Machina and arranging them in the empty space by RED's side.

"You better not be riggin' this t' explode in my face, or next time yer off bleedin' I'll just stand around and watch."

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RED eyed the pieces as they were arranged before him. It seemed BLU hadn't made much headway on the gun from where he'd left off. He finally settled on a starting place, pulling it onto his left leg. Propping it against his thigh, he got the screwdriver from his pouch, and after a moment of figuring out just how he was going to hold the tool between his pinky and ring finger, he got started.

"Aw, ya found out my plan already," he cut back. He'd used a Machina a few times- found it not to his liking, but the experience was there. "Yours jam up when you didn't give it time to charge, too?"

[bye_to_yer_head]

"Think that's a common problem with 'em." The BLU shrugged. "I prefer th' bow actually, but when distance is a priority ya can't beat this thing. 'Specially when you can get a couple 'f guys with th' same bullet. It's a money saver."

Okay so that was a bit of an exaggeration, but the shoot thru of the gun was one of the main reasons he liked it so much. The other reason he liked it was because it was small, the Sleeper and the Bargain were too long to comfortably carry around for long distances.

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"I'll take a rifle any day," RED said, conversation coming easier when they were talking about a subject he enjoyed. His eyes honed in on the intricate details of the inner workings of the gun; he could only hope his focus would hold out for as long as the drugs in his system did

[bye_to_yer_head]

BLU snorted. "There's a lot more satisfaction t' a shot when yer pinnin' someone's head t' the wall. Especially if you can get 'em all in a row. Scout is usually agreeable loike that."

There wasn't much better, in his opinion, than shooting an arrow right through Scouts head when he was double jumping through the air. There wasn't always something behind him to pin it to, but even seeing him sailing into the ground was more satisfactory with an arrow stuck in him.

"Maybe I jus' loike turnin' people into pincushions. Plus makin' arrows gives me somethin' t' do in the off time." Speaking of doing things in his off time, Sniper pulls out a few things more from that bag: three gleaming white bones (ribs from the dragon) a knife and a metal file. "Pick one. S'gonna be yer new knoife."

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RED's brow rose in genuine surprise- he'd almost forgotten about BLU's offer to make a knife entirely, having not actually believed his rival would go through with his end. He eyed the bones (or at least that was what they appeared to be, though from what animal, he had no idea), curious.

"What are these from?"

[bye_to_yer_head]

"Yer not gonna believe me, but they're ribs from a dragon. Me an' Medic an' Truckie killed it. With a little help from Daxter an' that creepy girl with magic." BLU smirked pointing at the large tooth front and center on his hat. "This was th' smallest tooth th' bugger had. Otherwise I think my hat would collapse under th' weight."

Taking those ribs had been a chore in itself. The dragon had ended up having rather thick hide that was difficult to cut through, but since Lynx took the horns, this is what Sniper ended up with.

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"You're right," RED said flatly. "I don't believe you." The corner of his mouth quirked upward. "Medic killin' anything. Honestly." That wasn't to say he actually did believe the rest of it- he could almost buy the witch, given that Soldier lived with a magician of some sort, but the dragon was a stretch; however, the bones were unlike anything he'd ever seen. That much was certain. After eyeing the bones before him one more time, he finally chose the longest one of the lot.

He removed a screw from the piece on his lap- his fingers were getting the hang of the work, turning the screwdriver proving to be only a minor difficulty. "He was here yesterday."

[bye_to_yer_head]

"Heh." BLU smirked and took the selected bone in his lap. The others went back into his bag for safe keeping. He took a marker and started making small lines on the bone where the handle and knife blade would be, preparing for the small notches that would be filed into it. "You should 'f seen it. He charged th' thing loike he was Soldier. Shootin' syringes all th' while and yellin'."

He kept working on measuring out the dimensions of the knife, holding it in his right hand to get a feel for the weight and heft of it. Balance was an important part of a good knife, if it was off balance it would be awkward to hold, and hard to pull out once someone was struck with it. Occasionally his eyes flicked over to RED to see what he was doing to the Machina, already he was making more progress than BLU would have if left to his own devices.

"Anythin' he can do t' help without th' Medigun?"

[hasstandards]

"Nah," RED replied, his attention still on the work in his lap. He pulled another piece of the Machina to him, connecting the two. "Those Medics aren't much good for anything without their guns. He did give me somethin' for the pain though, so I s'ppose 'e's not completely useless." He had to admit that sleeping for a long while had felt good

[bye_to_yer_head]

"Least it's somethin'. Though you'd think in a place as futuristic as this seems t' be they'd have made some improvements in medicine." Sniper was still getting used to the fact he had a phone he could carry around with him at all times. That would have been handy back at the base, he could have called his parents without leaving his camper and cut down on the chances of seeing any of his teammates while walking to the phone booth. Actually the little video feature would have been nice too. If he knew how to work it a bit better he might actually like the communicator, but as it was he was just thrilled he had finally been shown how to use the text feature.

Pulling the file to him he started making shallow V-shaped cuts along the part of the bone that would eventually be the handle. "Longer than me anyhow. Think Pyro said she'd been here for a year. I've been here a bit over four months." He frowned, concentrating on what he was doing. "Wish I could tell ya it gets better, but really it doesn't."

[hasstandards]

"I had a feeling it didn't, despite what I've been told." RED was forced to keep a grimace from his face, his nose throbbing painfully at nearly any change in his expression. So long as he kept his look impassive, the ache was manageable. Only his second day awake, and he was already spending his days watching the clock for when his next dose of painkillers would be coming. Another dependence, but one he was more than willing to accept, given the incredible agony he was in without them

[bye_to_yer_head]

"Though whoever did this t' ya is probably new. There ain't that many people here, if any of 'em got pummeled someone would 'ave said something." Sniper grimaced down at his knife. Whoever it was it was likely a Spy. But then...

"You really think it was a Spy? Why wouldn't they show themselves t' one of th' teams?" Though considering RED was the one who had been attacked chances were that it was a BLU Spy, in which case it was odd that he wasn't bothering BLU constantly. Spies tended to do that.

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RED shook his head, a sigh of frustration pushed out of him as he dropped a screw for the third time. He spoke once he finally got it into place. "I suppose not. Looked about right, though. Similar clothes. Even had a hat like Spies wear sometimes. His mask was off, though. It, um."

He brought his right hand to his face, making a vague gesture. "Didn't have holes in it, not even for his mouth so he could smoke. Don't know how he could see me. Had this pattern on it too- kept lookin' like it moved in the dark. S'like one of those blots they show you when they think you've gone troppo."

His body ached, recalling each blow without conscious effort. He closed his eyes to block it out, his hands halting their work. "Didn't fight like one, either. He charged me like a bull."